let me smell the pheromones

Chapter 116

"Hey?"

"Brat, it's me."

Wen Chuan put one hand in the pocket of his white coat, held his mobile phone in the other hand, and held a recording board in his arm. He was standing in front of the elevator and making a phone call. I asked some of my colleagues, and it is stipulated that he can apply for it. If the score is enough, he can be admitted. However, in terms of professional titles... don't apply too much hope. There are seven or eight hospitals in all directions, and there are doctors who can climb above the attending doctor. How many? Of course, if his father is willing to set up a private hospital, it will be more convenient."

"Bullshit, may I know that it's difficult to judge a job title?"

Song Xun was buying snacks in the supermarket. The proprietress bought a new batch of plums. He remembered that Lin Pei liked to eat them for a while, so he took a few more packs. There were many people around, and Omegas would pass by him from time to time. Cast too hot gaze from a corner.

Song Xun frowned and walked down the aisle inside, lowering his voice, "I just asked you to see if there is any special case. If you talk nonsense with me for a long time, all you have to say is to go through the back door, then I will let you go." Bye."

"Hey you brat, every day, if you ask someone for something, give me a bad face—"

With a ding dong, the elevator door opened.

Omega, who was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, was holding an infusion pole. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes just collided with Wen Chuan in the air——

Pale finger bones, strips of adhesive tape were stuck on the back of the hand, and the transparent infusion water seeped into the slightly raised veins bit by bit along the pipe.

And thin enough to have a pointed chin.

Wen Chuan came back to his senses, and swallowed the second half of the sentence into his stomach.

"I didn't say there was no other way, what are you in a hurry for?"

He lowered his eyelids, and walked into the elevator while talking on the phone, "I called my former supervisor, and he said that he is currently taking care of a student, who is also an Omega, and the situation is similar to that of Lin Pei. Although he wants to go abroad for academics in the future Research, but the environment abroad is not much better than in China... I can give Lin Pei some experience, and I will give you his contact information later, you can talk about it yourself."

Song Xun answered on the other end, and the uncle and nephew had nothing to talk about, so they just hung up the phone.

After it was over, Wen Chuan remembered that he hadn't pressed the floor. He walked forward, and He Ling stood on the left side of the button. Seeing him move forward, he stepped back half a step to make room for him.

8.

It is the floor that He Ling is going to.

CT room.

Counting the days, more than half a year has passed.

Wen Chuan glanced at his drip, which was ordinary saline solution, which had a wide range of applicability, and no symptoms could be seen.

He withdrew his gaze, "Has your stomach problem not been cured yet?"

"Huh?" He Ling turned her head, and after a moment of silence, she turned around again, "Huh..."

Also 'huh'?

It's been so long, and if he remembers correctly, He Ling has been hospitalized intermittently, but it's just a common stomach problem, and he hasn't recovered yet.

"Isn't your doctor in charge Xie Zhao?" He frowned, "Although he's not top-notch, he's not bad at all. A small stomach problem shouldn't drag you on until now. What kind of medicine do you usually take? Is there a list? How is the follow-up visit? Have you taken your medicine on time..."

"Ding, the eighth floor is here—"

The figure in front of him swayed, Wen Chuan hadn't finished speaking, subconsciously followed him out of the elevator, behind him, frowning and chasing him and asked: "You usually don't need to be hospitalized for such a long time with a stomach problem, and you need to get an injection. Don't run around when you're here, where's your nurse? Or your parents, they didn't come to take care of you..."

"Hey, didn't you hear me talking to you?"

As if He Ling didn't hear, she calmly pushed open the wooden door in front of her, pushed the infusion pole and walked in.

The doctor in the Ct room raised his face, looked at the two of them, and asked in a daze, "Doctor Wen? Why are you here?"

Wen Chuan is handsome, talented, and has been rated as a professor in the hospital. He is rich and single, talkative and enthusiastic. Many doctors in the hospital know him.

It just so happened that the doctor in the CT room had dinner with him and had a little interaction with him.

"I……?"

It was only then that Wen Chuan realized that he followed He Ling into someone else's office. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, so he could only vaguely say, "Accompany, accompany a friend to watch a movie."

"Hello," He Ling didn't say anything, and handed the note to the doctor, "Get the report on 102."

"okay."

The doctor glanced at him, thinking that this indifferent look doesn't look like a friend, tsk.

He took out one from the stack of bags next to him, glanced at the film, and immediately frowned.After all, he is a colleague's 'friend', he couldn't hold back, and muttered one more sentence, "Young people still need to nourish their stomachs, how can they drink their stomachs like this..."

like this?what does it look like

Wen Chuan's eyes turned twice on He Ling and the file, but He Ling didn't respond at all, and took it silently, looking like he wasn't surprised at all.

He suddenly had a bad guess in his heart.

After going out, Wen Chuan snatched the file bag, roughly pulled out the CT film, and quickly glanced at the few lines of summary below, only seeing three words in his eyes.

Stomach perforation.

No wonder it didn't get better after being cured for so long.

He was worried that He Ling felt that he was meddling, so he only asked his colleagues to take care of him and never asked about his condition. He did not expect it to develop so seriously.

"Why, how could this be?"

Not only his brows, but his heart was twisted together, "Also, just now the doctor said you drank alcohol? You have perforated your stomach... You never drank before, and you would scold me every now and then when I opened a bottle of beer. People who are more strict with others and more self-disciplined, why are they getting into these things now?"

"none of your business."

He Ling turned around and wanted to take it back, but Wen Chuan hid behind his back. He only had one hand to move around, so naturally he was not as flexible as Wen Chuan.

Wen Chuan frowned, "I'm asking you something!"

"You are sick, Wen Chuan." He Ling frowned, and could see that he was in a bad mood, "Are you my attending doctor?"

"I'm sick?"

Seeing his indifferent look, Wen Chuan laughed angrily, "I'm sick or you are sick, He Ling, can you see clearly for yourself?"

"Before, I was not allowed to smoke or drink, and if I went to bed after twelve o'clock at night, it was said that I would die suddenly if I stayed up late."

Wen Chuan shook the portfolio, "Did you say this? You are healthier and more self-disciplined than a doctor like me. What about now? Drinking alcohol, perforated stomach, chronic stomach problems, malnutrition and anemia, now standing in front of me And who is the dripper!"

He thought of transferring to this bullshit public hospital on purpose, working overtime every day until he died, standing on the operating table for more than ten hours and being too tired to eat, just to take care of He Ling more, just to be closer to others... .

like a joke.

Don't say thank you, did you hear what people said about him?Said he was sick, said he was nosy.

special.

The fire came up at once.

"I didn't see you lost your mind when we broke up with me back then. Didn't you turn around and go abroad to get a certificate? I think you were very chic when we broke up. Why, now you're going to die when you get divorced? I didn't expect that. , time does not only change age, but also makes people infatuated??"

The more Wen Chuan said, the more angry he became, and the jealousy in his heart was almost overflowing, "You occupy public resources in the hospital every day, why, do you think this will make him change his mind and get back together?"

He raised his voice uncontrollably, and the patients passing by couldn't help but look sideways.

He Ling stood quietly for a while, sighed, and didn't know what to say for a while, "Why are you so talkative, who told you that I was just getting back together with my ex-husband..."

As he spoke, he strode over, snatched the bag from Wen Chuan's hand, and explained wordlessly, "This is my patient in the same ward. He is too sick to walk, and he doesn't have a nurse or his family to accompany him. I'll help him carry this. "

Wen Chuan was stunned.

He Ling took out one of the sheets, pointed to the patient's name and handed it to him, "Zhang Xiaosheng—see it, don't tell me you can't read."

Wen Chuanyou raised his head to look in disbelief, and sure enough it was not He Ling's name.

It's too embarrassing now.

He recalled the bad words he uttered just now when he lost his mind, and couldn't help but slapped his face hard.

Grass.

He is sick, he is really sick! !

Still very sick.

He Ling snorted softly, and reinstalled the file slowly, "It's okay, you have already passed one-third of your life, and the rest of the time will pass quickly."

Wen Chuan: "..."

After a while, he blushed and said, "Sorry."

"It's nothing, you were right just now."

Wen Chuan: "...?"

Knowing that he was thinking too much, He Ling couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and explained: "I mean, it's not wrong to say that I took up resources, not anything else."

He paused, walked to the elevator and pressed the floor, waited until Wen Chuan followed, and then slowly said: "I really don't want to go home, my parents didn't know about my divorce, they kept urging me... ...If you find out that I'm divorced, it's probably going to turn upside down again."

"I haven't been in good health these years, so I just want to stay in the hospital and take care of myself." He Ling turned her head and smiled faintly, "But you are right, my illness is not that serious. I will go to the hospital in a few days. Find a house close to the hospital and rent it, so your hospital won’t be delayed.”

His lips were actually quite pale, but because of his natural cold white skin, his skin was clean and almost translucent, so he smiled...

Wen Chuan was dominated by dopamine again.

"otherwise--"

He blurted out, "Come and share the rent with me."

After finishing speaking, he regretted it.

What are you talking about, is it rare for someone to live with you?And isn't the resurgence of old feelings too obvious... He Ling is stubborn and decisive, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten a certificate to leave the country immediately after breaking up with him, and wouldn't have given each other any room for regret.

You should still boil the frog in warm water, take your time.

He clicked his tongue, and couldn't help but blame himself for being irrational.

He Ling glanced at him, didn't say anything, and changed the subject, "Who were you calling just now? I just overheard. What Omega are you in? Are you going abroad?"

"Uh……"

Wen Chuan didn't know how to answer, said his nephew's future boyfriend?It seems not too good.

"It's just about a junior."

he said vaguely.

He Ling nodded and was silent for a while.

When the elevator reopened and Wen Chuan pushed his infusion pole and was about to walk in, He Ling was still standing there.

Wen Chuan stepped on the elevator, and found that He Ling hadn't followed, he turned his head strangely, and He Ling was standing behind him, his eyes seemed to want to ask him something.

But he still didn't say anything.