Lu Chenfeng's hug gradually tightened as he fell, and the face resting on Lin Chaosheng's shoulder was buried deeper, as if he was covering up something, and as if he was waiting for the other party's response crampedly.
His body was warm, and his fast heartbeat betrayed the calmness that Lu Chenfeng maintained on the surface. In an instant, Lin Chaosheng asked in a low voice, "Lu Chenfeng, are you acting like a spoiled brat with me when you just said that?"
Lu Chenfeng's breath paused slightly, the tip of his nose rubbed against Lin Chaosheng's temples, and he slowly spit out a urn from his nasal cavity: "... um."
Lin Chaosheng bit his lip so hard that he didn't let himself laugh out loud. The palm of his right palm was against Lu Chenfeng's back, and he smoothed it gently: "I just wanted to take some photos and post them on the official account. It's been a long time since I updated them."
He explained it bluntly, causing Lu Chen Fengyou to feel a subtle embarrassment. The next sentence, Lin Chaosheng said, "I'm not going."
After the trouble, Lu Chen was about to interrupt him with a straight attitude, and then there was an itch at the waistline, Lin Chaosheng curled his fingers and scratched it twice, his voice was gentle: "Can you be more coquettish?"
Lu Chenfeng: "..."
After the lunch break, as usual, Lu Chenfeng completed the design drawing of the jewelry competition, and Lin Chaosheng reviewed the related content of field surveying and mapping. At the beginning of the sunset, they tacitly stopped what they were doing, put on their coats, and took a leisurely stroll in the Yuyuan Community.
Lin Chaosheng only ate half a bowl of egg custard for dinner. Before going to bed, Lu Chenfeng chatted with him for a while, watching him fall asleep peacefully. Back in the opposite room, Lu Chenfeng was not sleepy. He usually picked up a book and flipped through a few pages, finally accepting the fact that he was too nervous about tomorrow's inspection of Lin Chaosheng.
It doesn't take long for two people who are a perfect fit in life to take each other's existence as a habit and completely incorporate it into their own lives. Lu Chenfeng lay down on his back, with his fingers crossed on his stomach, staring at the ceiling to relax his body. Looking back now, everything that happened in Dali seemed like a magnificent dream, too beautiful to be true.
He let himself be frightened for a while, sighed heavily and stepped out of bed, tiptoe open the door of Lin Chaosheng's room, and glanced at the person sleeping on the bed from a distance.
A moment of peace of mind is worth more than a thousand words, Lu Chenfeng was relieved, it turned out that he was still in a dream. He began to pray to his destiny that the dream would never be broken.
Lin Chaosheng has experienced the current situation of Beijing hospitals, with long queues at 6 in the morning, expensive specialists, and overcrowded people as far as he can see. He was sitting on a blue plastic chair in the lobby of the outpatient building, looking at Lu Chenfeng, who was crowded in the queue holding a medical record. Register.
About 20 minutes later, Lu Chenfeng took Lin Chaosheng to the seventh floor in the elevator, and he went straight to the door of the office of the director of thoracic surgery. Lin Chaosheng asked in surprise, "Have you been here before?"
Lu Chenfeng replied, "I stepped on it a bit when I saw Dr. Song last time."
Song Yike went to work early today, and happened to bump into Lu Chenfeng in the elevator on the seventh floor. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder and greeted Lin Chaosheng friendly: "This is Mr. Lin, right?"
With well-groomed short hair, beautiful facial features, a gentle smile, and a white coat that seems to be hanging on a hanger, Song Yike has a steady pace, and Lin Chaosheng nodded politely, adding a tone of thanks: "Excuse me, Director Song."
Throughout the morning, after blood draws and PET-CT examinations, Lin Chaosheng and Lu Chenfeng did not go the wrong way, and the project went smoothly. Every time he came out of the clinic, the first thing he saw was Lu Chenfeng who was looking at him at the same time. Lin Chaosheng knew that this person had done too much to alleviate his fears and concerns.
After checking all the items, Lin Chaosheng sat next to Lu Chenfeng and waited for the result. He said politely amid the endless clamor and noisy electronic voice: "I always wanted to say something, but you don't seem to need it."
Lin Chaosheng smiled embarrassedly: "It's really hard for you."
Lu Chenfeng shook his head, used his arm as a partition, and stroked Lin Chaosheng's palm with his fingertips: "You work harder."
At 11:30, the two returned to the office of the director of thoracic surgery with the blood test report. Lin Chaosheng was Song Yike's first and last patient in the morning.
Song Yike closed the door, took off his white coat, and inside was Zhou Zheng's shirt, suit and pants. This move made their communication more like a friendship between friends, and the atmosphere changed from serious to relaxed.
"The results of the PET-CT examination still require further diagnosis by experts. I just went to the radiology department to take a serious look at the situation." Song Yike said succinctly, his expression was gentle and his voice was calm, "The bad news is that the location of the tumor is The growth is really not optimistic, very close to the great blood vessels of the heart and the aorta."
Lu Chen's brows darkened.
Song Yike said: "The good news is that Mr. Lin has maintained a good physical condition in the past two years, and the tumor has hardly grown, but there is still a great possibility of compressing the heart at any time, so the treatment principle and my suggestion are surgical removal. ."
Song Yike faced Lin Chaosheng and asked, "You have never done a pathological examination, have you?"
After receiving Lin Chaosheng's affirmative reply, Song Yike glanced at Lu Chenfeng, tapped the table with a pen, and paused for a moment: "Do you do it this time?"
"No." Lin Chaosheng answered firmly.
The expected answer, Song Yike didn't ask more about the reason, but Lu Chenfeng was thinking and hesitating.
Looking at Lin Chaosheng's face for a few seconds, Song Yike picked up his blood test report and asked solemnly, "Mr. Lin willing to undergo surgery?"
The office was silent for a moment. Lin Chaosheng lowered his eyes and swallowed. He clasped his knees with his five fingers. After a while, he nodded dully: "Yes."
Lu Chenfeng's back was slightly sweaty, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and lowered his shoulders to adjust his breathing.
Song Yike said: "Since it's decided, Lu Chenfeng and I mentioned it last time we met, and this operation can be done by my teacher."
He briefly introduced Lin Chaosheng: "He is a professor at Heidelberg University and an expert hired by our hospital all the year round. He is currently working on a Sino-German medical project in Frankfurt. He will return to China at the end of July. In these two days, we will first evaluate the tumor and surrounding tissues and organs. Relationship."
At the end of July, Lin Chaosheng silently repeated in his heart that no matter what the result was, he must accompany Lu Chenfeng in a healthy and healthy manner for the remaining three months.
Song Yike continued: "The blood test report shows that your platelets are low, which still has a certain impact on the operation. During this period, try to restore the normal value slowly through diet and medicine."
"Keep a regular schedule and avoid strenuous exercise. If my teacher returns to China early, he will be ready for the operation at any time." Song Yike leaned back in the chair and said, "If there are no other accidents, the effect of the operation should be very satisfactory, and you will be able to recover in a short time. "
After the diagnosis, Lin Chaosheng slumped his shoulders in relief, and then smiled generously: "It seems that I don't know what else to say other than thank you."
"Thanks can be waived." Song Yike joked, "After all, the meal that Lu Chenfeng invited me was really expensive."
There was laughter in the office, Song Yike held the mouse to light up the computer screen on standby, and prescribed several special medicines for Lin Chaosheng: "Since Lu Chenfeng swore to me earlier that he has money, then I prefer the one with better effect. The medicines are imported at their own expense, and some conventional medicines are supplemented."
Lin Chaosheng asked instinctively, "Is self-paid medicine expensive?"
Lu Chenfeng raised his hand and squeezed his shoulder, Song Yike said with a smile, "It's not expensive, Mr. Lin doesn't need to worry about this guy, he can make a lot of money."
With four or five lists, the remaining task was to pay for the medicine and get the medicine. Lu Chenfeng left Lin Chaosheng in Song Yike's office to do these trivial things alone.
Xu is because of Song Yike's character, so Lin Chaosheng did not feel alienated from getting along with strangers at all, but felt inexplicably close, like a friend who can chat at home.
Sure enough, Song Yike was the first to break the silence: "Mr. Lin, are you curious about how Lu Chenfeng and I met?"