Steadily put down the needle, the nurse admired: "Dr. Zhao, you are very skilled."

Zhao Min's face was cold all the way. Even now, he didn't smile at all: "you're busy going. I'll take this man back to the building."

"Well, that's hard for you."

Their hospital has always been a bed, even the aisle is full of beds and the patients are full. Zhao Min pushes Zhao Ting back upstairs, and there is no special ward for him to be placed. He just places him in the lounge of his office, and he can only be arranged a bed after someone has gone through the discharge formalities tomorrow.

He was still sleeping. Zhao Min took care of the wound on his body and lost the fluid. When the bell rang outside, the nurse rushed to see her: "Dr. Zhao, no, Dr. Zhao, the patient in bed 4 is out of breath. The whole person is twitching. Come and have a look."

"Here you are, help me to stare at the person inside." Zhao Min only had time to leave this sentence and ran all the way.

I don't know how long I have been sleeping. When Zhao Ting woke up, he only saw a figure shaking in front of the bed. A little movement made his head hurt badly. He squinted to see the person in front of him, but the figure was moving. He suddenly reached out his hand and clasped the man's wrist.

The nurse was startled to see Zhao Ting frowning painfully and opening his eyes. He said, "you wake up."

"Who are you." Zhao Tingqiang tried to sit up, but his head felt like it was going to burst. "Where is this? What's wrong with me?"

The nurse took out her hand and explained, "this is Dr. Zhao's duty office. You are injured and there is no hospital bed. So I put you here for the time being. You just finished your drip and have a rest. Your head should hurt a lot."

"Dr Zhao? What time is it now? " Zhao Ting's memory is so confused that he can't remember what happened.

"Now at three o'clock in the morning, Dr. Zhao is rescuing the patient. Don't struggle. Take a rest. I have to see other patients. I'll go first." The nurse listened to the bell outside. She did not dare to delay and left in a hurry.

Zhao Ting is lying on the bed, looking at the narrow rest room. His confused memories come back to his mind. He finally remembers how he was hurt. But now he really has no power to move, and he just closed his eyes and went to sleep.

In the morning of the hospital, it was not quiet. The family members who came to take care of the patients would come at six o'clock. When there were many people, they would make a noise.

Although it's the doctor's office, it can't completely block the noise outside. Zhao Ting has been confused. Now he woke up slowly. This time, he saw the woman lying beside the bed.

She was still wearing a surgical suit, her hair curled up, showing a long and slender neck, lying on the edge of the bed and sleeping, her hand was still holding him, Zhao Ting looked at the two people holding each other, and immediately felt a little embarrassed, a little move, he woke Zhao Min up, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

As a doctor on duty, Zhao Min always sleeps shallowly. When he is tired, he will take a nap and wake up after a slight disturbance.

She raised her head and turned her swollen neck. Then she looked at Zhao Ting's injury. After confirming that there was no problem, she sat beside the bed and stared at his face, which was totally different.

Zhao Min's eyes fell directly on him, which made Zhao Ting, who was lying in bed, very uncomfortable, but he did not dare to move. He was afraid that he would not know how to respond to Zhao min after opening his eyes, which made everyone embarrassed.

But all of a sudden, he felt a pain in his face. He immediately opened his eyes and stared at the eldest brother.

"Wake up." Zhao Min had already stood up, half bent and put his face close to him. At the same time, he raised a finger and poked it deeply into the wound on Zhao Ting's face.

Zhao Ting's face, which was totally disfigured, was now completely twisted and deformed, and she was biting her teeth and staring at her with an iron blue face: "what are you doing?"

"Nothing." Zhao Min took back his hand innocently on his face. "I'm just sure you're awake. It looks like you're recovering well with such a loud voice. Your body and bones are OK." Then he slapped him on the stomach again.

There was a kick and a punch yesterday, and even a little bit of emphasis on breathing was painful, not to mention being pressed like this.

Zhao Ting started his body directly, and his eyes showed a desire to split: "Zhao Min!"

Zhao Min took back his hands and said with a smile on his lips: "have a good rest, I'm ready to go to work."

Zhao Ting gasped and lay back, pale lipped: "work? You're not just on an evening shift. "

"My colleagues and I need to take a rest. I'll ask the nurse to bring you breakfast. You can have a good rest. I'm busy." Zhao Min looks down and checks his clothes.

Zhao Ting saw that her long and thick eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a shadow under her eyelids, covering her black eyes. Because she didn't make up at night, her skin was the original jade color, but she was tired and white, hammered her sour neck, and she went out.

Zhao Ting drank the white rice porridge from the nurse, hung up the water again, and then went to sleep.Until noon, Zhao Min came in and said to him, "change the ward."

Zhao Ting certainly has no opinion, but looking at the three people in front of him, he is a little depressed: "there is no single room?"

What Zhao Min prepared for him was a bed in the middle. On his left and right sides, there was clearly an old man in his seventies and an old woman in her eighties.

When his wife and mother broke their arms and the eldest brother broke their legs, they all needed to be taken care of by others. Zhao Ting didn't dislike ghosts. Would Zhao Min not understand what he thought: "don't you want to live? You know how many people are waiting in line for the bed in the back. If you don't want to live, sleep in the corridor. "

"The corridor is the corridor." It's better to sleep in the corridor than in the middle of two old people.

Zhao Min looked at him and nodded, "yes, there is a bed."

As a result, looking over there, Zhao Ting almost collapsed: "you actually let me sleep in the bathroom door?" This is the bed closest to the bathroom, and even can smell the strong smell from the bathroom. Zhao Ting's face changed.

Zhao Min holds his chest in both hands: "I just gave you the chance to choose. You want to sleep here yourself. I have no way. If you really don't want to stay here, I'll call aunt Miao of Uncle Zhao and ask them to transfer to another hospital for you."

"Oh, No." Zhao Ting immediately admitted, "I want to ask you to keep this secret. Don't tell my father. I don't want them to know."

In order to save Fu ran from being injured and hospitalized, it can be said that this time minister Zhao knew that he was making trouble in the bar, and he was supposed to break his leg.

Zhao Min smiled: "do you want to lie down or not?"