On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

When Song Tang walked into the ward, Zhou Sizhen had just jumped on the bed. He covered himself with the quilt with guilty eyes. When he saw Song Tang walking towards him, he pretended to be calm and even felt a little sulky.

Song Tang didn't come empty-handed, he also had infusion water.

Seeing Zhou Si's expression, she paused, walked over and hung the infusion bottle on the shelf. While venting the infusion needle, she asked calmly: "Have you had breakfast?"

Zhou Sihui said: "I haven't eaten."

"why do not you eat?"

Zhou Si'ai: "I'm full."

Song Tang flicked the needle, leaned over and took Zhou Sizhen's hand, knowingly asking: "Who is angry with you?"

The needle pierced the back of Zhou Sihui's hand, and the red blood rushed into the infusion set and was quickly washed back by the medicine.

He frowned fiercely and looked at Song Tang: "Acupuncture hurts you so much? Doesn't the deputy dean scold you?"

After Song Tang put medical tape on him, he stood up and said, "The vice president hasn't been pricked by me. He doesn't know."

The tone was a bit sly.

Zhou Sitai was amused by her expression and tasted it.

It's not that she didn't give the deputy dean acupuncture, it's that the vice dean didn't get the treatment.

The corners of Zhou Sihe's lips raised unconsciously.

Song Tang said, "I'm going to the hospital cafeteria. What do you want to eat?"

Zhou Silai stretched out his hand and hooked her finger: "Don't worry, someone will send it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zong's voice came from the door: "Boss, I'm exhausted. Jiang Nanchun didn't open the door so early in the morning. I had to call to wake him up."

Han Zong was carrying large and small bags of breakfast. When he passed Song Tang, he turned his head and greeted Song Tang without moving his hands: "Doctor Song, where is the breakfast?"

Song Tang saw the big and small bags in his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands were stretched. He hurriedly opened the folding table on Zhou Sitai's hospital bed: "Why did you buy so much? The three of us can't finish it." .”

Zhou Sitai said lazily: "Put what I want here and give the rest to the nurses outside. It's been a hard night shift."

Song Tang looked at Zhou Siyi in surprise.

Such a blatant bribe?

Han Zong put down his things, then carried the rest with his hands and walked out: "Boss, you have to give me a salary increase!"

After Han Zong went out, it didn't take long for the outside to become noisy. It sounded like the young nurses were joking and thanking each other.

Someone even wanted to come over and take the initiative to say thank you to Song Tang and Zhou Silai. Song Tang hurriedly locked the door before the other party came to the door, blocking out all sounds.

Zhou Siyi opened the breakfast and put it away: "Come and eat, it will be cold in a while."

Song Tang sat on his bed, deliberately pressing on his legs and sitting opposite him.

Then he looked up and asked, "Is it heavy?"

Zhou Siyi was unconscious, so how could he feel heavy?

He smiled and shook his head: "You are as light as a rabbit."

"That's good." Song Tang sat on his lap without any courtesy and ate slowly.

Zhou Siyi picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up some food for her, but Song Tang held them down with the tips of the chopsticks: "These are mine, and that one is yours."

After Song Tang finished speaking, he pointed to the white porridge next to him with his chin.

Zhou Si'ai raised his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his lips and said, "Okay."

Zhou Si'ai drank his porridge slowly and boringly.

Song Tang, on the other hand, picked up the vegetables without stopping.

This night's surgery not only consumed my energy and energy, but also my physical strength.

Song Tang stayed up half the night, his tired legs were shaking and his face was pale.

You need to eat more to make up for it.

Zhou Sihui raised his eyes and said, "Eat slowly."

Song Tang ignored him.

After finishing his meal quickly, Song Tang cleared the table.

She wanted to go back to the lounge, but she could hear the commotion outside, and she didn't want to be pestered by those people, so she simply sat on a chair and waited.

But she was so sleepy that her eyelids were covered in layers. Zhou Sihuo said: "Come and sleep next to me?"

Song Tang rubbed his temples and said quietly: "This is in the hospital, and there are all my colleagues outside."

Knowing that Song Tang loved saving face, Zhou Sizhen didn't force himself any further.

He chatted with Song Tang: "What do you think of me studying medicine?"

Song Tang leaned on the escort chair and closed his eyes to rest: "Are you going to wear a white coat and scare your opponent to death?"

Zhou Siyi: "Huh?"

Song Tang said calmly: "If you can't be a doctor, be your big boss. Stop thinking nonsense."

Zhou Siyi: "If I become a doctor, I can stay with you."

"..."

Not hearing Song Tang's voice, Zhou Si'ai straightened up and looked at Song Tang.

Song Tang was sitting on the escort chair, his head lowered, motionless.

"Song Tang?"

Zhou Sihui called out again, neither lightly nor seriously.

Song Tang still didn't move.

Zhou Sitai lifted the quilt, got out of bed softly, raised the infusion pole with one hand, and walked to Song Tang's side.

Finding a comfortable angle, Zhou Silai picked up Song Tang, carried her to his bed, and covered her with a quilt.

After tucking Song Tang into bed, he discovered that the infusion set on the back of his hand was red.

Blood returned.

At this time, there was another commotion outside.

"associate dean."

"associate dean……"

Vice President Du walked straight over and nodded in turn upon hearing the greetings.

At this time, Han Zong picked up the last piece of breakfast: "Vice Dean, have you had breakfast?"

The little nurse next to me laughed and said: "Vice President, this is a gift from Dr. Song's boyfriend. He gave a lot of them, and they are very delicious..."

The other party was a new intern. She didn't know that the vice-dean was chasing Song Tang. She spoke quickly, but after she finished speaking, she was elbowed by other colleagues, who reminded her with their eyes not to talk nonsense.

Vice President Du's face darkened and he said to Han Zong, "Thank you, I've had breakfast."

After speaking, he walked to the ward and said, "I'll talk to Dr. Song about a plan."

"Hey..." Han Zong wanted to stop Vice President Du, but he heard the door open in the ward.

Zhou Siwei held up the infusion pole and parked his wheelchair at the door of the ward. Just his masked face was enough to make the nymphomaniac female nurses cover their mouths and scream.

Vice President Du frowned slightly, are all women so superficial?

Zhou Siyi looked at Vice President Du with a smile on his face, but Vice President Du looked past him and said, "Is Dr. Song here? I want to find her."

Zhou Si'ai controlled the wheelchair and tilted the chair, blocking Vice President Du: "Sorry, she is resting."

Zhou Silai raised his eyes, with a smile hidden in his eyes: "The vice president won't even squeeze the employees' personal time, right?"

Vice President Du paused and looked at Zhou Siyi suspiciously: "She is resting?"

Zhou Sihui said: "Yes, after such a long operation, she was tired and fell asleep."

Zhou Si'ai didn't speak loudly, and Vice President Du, a big fool, was blocking him in front, so the crowd behind him didn't even hear what he was saying.

Vice President Du's face darkened, and the fists at his sides clenched unwillingly.

Song Tang had a rest room in the hospital, but she and Zhou Sitai were squeezed into the same ward.

It seems that he is really being sentimental.

"I know." Vice President Du said these three words reluctantly.

Zhou Siyi did not let him go: "Vice President Du, since you are here, please help me."