Admit it, you're heartbroken

Although the students from the Academy of Fine Arts who were sent to the People's Hospital were only one-third of the total number, eleven were still a lot.

After a preliminary examination, most of them were sent to surgery, and a few to orthopedics.

After all the lights in the hospital were turned on, and the night was dark like ink, Zhou Yixu walked towards the office with a stack of medical records.

Zheng Ziyue stood in the corridor, glanced at the direction of Zhou Yixu's office, and then concentrated on observing the people and things in the hospital.

Just as she was typing a draft on the canvas, a figure hurried over.

Hearing footsteps, she couldn't help raising her head to look at the person coming.

Looking at each other, Zheng Ziyue suddenly remembered that this was the doctor who knocked himself against the wall in the corridor on the second floor.

At that time, he was in a hurry to go to the consultation, saying that he would go to the Publicity Department to check himself later.

Looking at his appearance, he should be almost 40 years old, giving people a sense of stability and steadfastness. I didn't expect him to be a talker!

A few days passed, and I didn't even see half a person, and even she had to forget about it.

Now that I met him again, I suddenly remembered it, and my eyes couldn't help but flicker.

The other party obviously recognized Zheng Ziyue, and seeing the girl's changing expression, she stepped forward a little embarrassed.

"See you again, um, are you okay?" The doctor asked with apologetic face, pointing to her shoulder.

Zheng Ziyue shook her head slowly, "Fortunately, there is no problem."

The doctor suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Speaking of which, I'm sorry for what happened that day. I was going to go to the publicity department to check for you after I finished my work at night, but Dr. Zhou told me that he had already checked."

Doctor Zhou?
Zhou Yixu?
Zheng Ziyue blinked.

"It's the one who is intern in our department now, Zhou Yixu." The doctor said, his face was still full of curiosity, "You guys, do you know each other?"

Zheng Ziyue nodded without hesitation, "Yeah, he did check it for me."

"That's good." The doctor also nodded, remembering Zhou Yixu looking for him that day.

He said polite words, but his eyes were not friendly at all, like a little lion protecting his food, warning him not to go to Zheng Ziyue.

Although I don't know the relationship between Zhou Yixu and this little girl, Zhou Yixu has always been a reliable doctor with an excellent reputation.

He said that he had checked it, so there was no need to doubt it.

After exchanging pleasantries, the doctor continued to walk hurriedly towards the corridor.

Zheng Ziyue lay on the railing thoughtfully, it turned out to be like this, and secretly apologized for her thoughts just now.

It wasn't that he didn't mean what he said, but he was stopped by Zhou Yixu.

It seems that Dr. Zhou is very confident in his medical skills!
As Zheng Ziyue thought about it, her pupils had unconsciously bent into two crescents.

After waiting for a while, he saw Zhou Yixu coming out of the office, closing the door and walking towards him.

"How are those students?" Zheng Ziyue couldn't help asking as soon as he came over.

Zhou Yixu pointed to the corridor behind him, "One of them was hospitalized with a plaster cast, and the others are not serious."

The outpatient department of the People's Hospital still retains the old layout, and both consultation and inpatient are on the same floor.

Later, it was expanded and refurbished, and after the new inpatient department was put into use, there were still some wards in the outpatient department.

Sometimes, some less serious patients are also arranged to live here.

Zheng Ziyue looked in the direction of the ward, exhaled secretly, picked up the mineral water prepared for him in advance, and handed it over, "Are you tired?"

He raised his head and took a few sips, shaking his head slightly with the corners of his mouth curled up.

It was just a little tired, and the moment he saw the girl, it disappeared.

"Then let's go eat?" Zheng Ziyue observed his expression, he must be hungry after a busy afternoon.

Just now, my father sent a WeChat message, saying that he had to work overtime at night and asked himself to have dinner first.

In fact, it is relatively rare for Zheng Gang not to work overtime.

Zhou Yixu nodded, "What do you want to eat?"

As the two talked, they walked out, and the medical staff who were still in the hospital couldn't help casting their gazes over.

After taking the girl to eat seafood porridge, Zhou Yixu followed the girl towards her house.

After flicking his phone, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Wednesday is Christmas Eve, I will take you to 'Huayu Sea' tonight."

what!Christmas Eve and Christmas are coming soon!

Zheng Ziyue's cheeks were slightly red, and she was still a little nervous when she thought that the confession time was coming soon.

Relieving the emotions in her chest, Zheng Ziyue's heart thumped violently for a while before returning to normal.

Thinking of the Huayuhai that Zhou Yixu mentioned.

Huayuhai is a chain of high-end music restaurants in Shangyang City. She and Xiaoxiang have been there several times, and the food tastes good. The point is, the environment inside the store is very good!

The store manager will arrange according to different solar terms throughout the year, and different flowers will be placed in different months.

That is to say, it is very suitable for confession!

Although a little expensive, she can afford to go once.

Seeing that the girl didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Yixu's brows were slightly nervous, "Huh?"

"Ah, okay, I'll make time ahead of time."

Only then did Zheng Ziyue come to her senses, and quickly responded.

"En." Zhou Yixu then relaxed the big hand that was holding her tightly in his pocket.

When I got home, I didn't know if it was excitement, nervousness, or both.

Zheng Ziyue actually suffered from insomnia!

It's been twelve days, and I still haven't fallen asleep, staring at Zhou Yixu M moon's blog homepage, with a silly smile on my face from time to time.

She didn't know what time she went to bed, but she only knew that she woke up very sleepy the next morning.

Her mind was in a mess, and she was still led by Zhou Yixu after going out the door.

Zhou Yixu looked at the girl a little funny, she really looks like the koala in her painting, so cute!

After buying her breakfast, the smell of disinfectant did not wake her up until she came to the hospital.

After processing all the lines of the eight-frame Xiaoman, Zheng Ziyue checked the time, and it was only eleven o'clock, so she packed her backpack and walked to the orthopedic ward on the second floor.

I heard from Zhou Yixu last night that the two hospitalized students of the Academy of Fine Arts are here.

Although it didn't matter, she was an alumnus from the same school after all, so she couldn't help but prepare to take a look.

Quietly came to the door, the door was ajar, and there were only three people living in the ward.

There lived an old lady by the window, she was bored and swiped her mobile phone.

On the hospital bed opposite to the aunt, there were two young men who were talking in a low voice, and one of them still had a plaster cast on his arm.

It seemed that they were the two students from the Academy of Fine Arts.

The face of the cast was slightly pale, while the other was very energetic, and it seemed that he would be discharged from the hospital soon.

After watching for a while, Zheng Ziyue was about to turn around and leave.

Just then, she was stopped.

"Hey? Is it from the Academy of Fine Arts? Where are we here? What should I do if I can't take the exam? Have you brought the painting tools I want?"

The boy with the plaster cast was looking at the door, said Zheng Ziyue, who was wearing a ponytail and facing the sky.

Just reported to the class and the student union in the morning, and sent someone here?
When did the group of students in the student union become so efficient?