Life With You

The phone has been hung up for more than half a minute, but Song Xi's head is still blank. She wants to calm down, but her heart is uncontrollable.

I’ve never eaten pork and I’ve seen pigs running. If I can’t see her, I won’t be deaf. What’s going on with George Sheng, she can figure it out with her heels. It’s not like a female, but she didn’t catch up. Her personal pain and bad mood were all her wishful thinking. George Sheng didn't need care as much as she thought, and what right did she have to pity him?

Put the two of them together, who is it, she is more pitiful, right?

What I fear most these days is that I am pitiful and want to overflow with sympathy, and I don't know where her passion comes from.

Song Xi sat on the bed for five minutes. She was so mad that she was so dry, as if her menopause were early. With hindsight, she kept holding one hand tensely on the quilt, and when she opened her palm, she was all sweaty. .

Fortunately, people's energy is limited. Whether it is happiness, anger, sorrow, or greed, hatred, and bitterness, it is an impulse. When the anger gradually calms down, Song Xi asked herself, what is she so angry?

She is angry, George Sheng, who makes a roundabout, didn't tell if she touched the female reporter?

Or was he angry at the sound of a woman calling for a bed?

If it is the latter, she is obviously not qualified, knowing that it is a fake marriage, let alone he has a woman outside, even if he brings a woman home, she is the one who should avoid the acquaintance.

People are used to comforting themselves, Song Xi thought, she was angry that George Sheng didn't talk about the female reporter. Yes, it must be so. She couldn't control who he was with.

After persuading herself, Song Xi put away the computer and all kinds of things, lay down and went to sleep with her eyes closed. Through a thin layer of eyelids, her eyes turned back and forth uncontrollably, and there was a sudden harsh sound in her ears. Like a magic barrier, Song Xi tossed and turned all night, lingering.

It wasn't until the early morning that Song Xi slept for a short while, but it didn't stop for a while. The person who hadn't dreamed for 800 years had an unprecedented dream. In the dream, she and George Sheng were still married. But he took Bai Yueguang back home in an upright manner, showing his affection in front of her.

In the dream, Song Xi was so angry that her liver hurts, and the pain continued clearly until the mobile phone alarm clock woke her up.

Song Xi was in a bad mood. She got up to clean up and went out. Seeing the white jeep parked in the yard, she was too angry to be too lazy, but she called a car to go to work.

She is not a person with emotions, anger, and appearance, but everyone who has stayed around for a long time knows that when Song Xi is upset, she will not pull her face, but she will be cold, and look like she is thousands of miles away. One more sentence, one more word is not said.

She is now taking a few doctoral students, routine rounds in the morning, and then into the operating room. During the operation, one of the doctoral students made a small joke, saying that the patient’s hair was dyed gray like his grandmother, amused in the operating room. Others, this is usually just a smile. It’s not a big deal, but today Song Xi was in a bad mood. She was wearing a mask and couldn’t see the expression on her face. She only heard a flat sentence: "If It's really your grandma lying here, can you still laugh?"

There was no obvious anger in her voice, but for a moment, the laughter in the operating room seemed to be cut off for life, and it really stopped abruptly.

The laughter did not dare to laugh again. The doctoral student who provoked the topic was so frightened that his expression changed. After a few seconds, he looked down and said, "I'm sorry."

The operation is a major operation, but it is not difficult for Song Xi. In the past eight years, she did not have 1,000 but also 800. Three hours later, the operation was successfully completed. She turned around and went out to wash her hands. A few students and nurses remained. Aftermath.

Several people were sure that she had gone far, and then they whispered.

"What happened to Doctor Song today? It seems to be in a bad mood."

"What does this seem like, it's not good!"

The doctoral student who was named and scolded said with a pale face: "Am I not going to have to be mixed up in the future?"

The little nurse pursed her lips: "You newcomers, it's normal not to look at them. I tell you, if Dr. Song talks very little, you must not mess with her. People will soon be promoted to deputy director. Be careful not to eat!"

Song Xi stood in front of the sink and washed her hands carefully, took off her sterile clothes and went to the lounge, and checked her cell phone habitually. He didn't expect that there was a missed call, but it was Yuan Bao.

Seeing Yuan Bao, Song Xi would immediately think of George Sheng. Thinking of George Sheng, his chest felt distressed again.

After hesitating for a while, Song Xi called Yuan Bao back, and the call was quickly connected. Song Xi said, "Excuse me, I just came out of the operating room and saw your call. Is there anything wrong?"

Yuan Bao said, "It's nothing serious. A friend has a bad heart and wants to come to your hospital for an examination. Ask me to inquire about the operation and the ward."

Song Xi said: "Our surgery and ward are indeed tight. Normally, they will be queued until one week later. But if it's your friend, I'll ask you a question. It should be okay if you have a hurry."

Yuan Bao said, "Thank you so much. Are you busy now? I'm near Xiehe. Would you like to come out for a meal?"

Song Xi and Yuan Bao have known each other for so long, and have not eaten together alone. Song Xi guessed that he still had something to talk about when meeting, so she didn't refuse, and asked him to wait ten minutes before she changed her clothes.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi changed the flat shoes worn by the hospital to high heels for outside, put on a coat and went downstairs.

Only after leaving the hospital gate, Song Xi saw the Yuan Bao waiting not far away, he was alone.

I was used to seeing him and George Sheng as a pair. When he first went downstairs, Song Xi guessed whether George Sheng would be there, but it is impossible to think about it. Some people have nephrite warm and fragrant. Not up yet.

The two met and greeted with a smile, and went to a restaurant near the hospital together. After ordering food, Song Xi looked at Yuan Bao opposite and asked, "What is the specific illness of your friend?"

Yuan Bao didn't change his face and replied: "I don't understand much. He said that his heart is not very comfortable. I will ask him to come and check it when I look back."

Song Xi said: "I have a holiday on Sunday. You can come any other time. Call ahead and I will arrange it for you."

Yuan Bao smiled: "Thanks, I have always wanted to find a chance to invite you to dinner, but you are usually too busy. Yesterday, Brother Sheng and I passed by the door of your hospital. I wanted to ask you to come down for dinner, but seeing you being with your friends, Brother Sheng said not to disturb you."

Hearing this, Song Xi's eyes were lost subconsciously. After thinking for a few seconds, she suddenly recalled that she and Qi Wei went out for dinner at noon yesterday. When did George Sheng and Yuan Bao pass by? She paid no attention.

"Ah, my friend just came back from the field and injured his leg. I helped him to stand on the side of the road and wait for the bus yesterday."

Song Xi's eyes were calm, and his tone was also very calm.