He Xianmo has no experience in taking the initiative to show kindness to the opposite sex, not to mention that the other person is Zhou Ruo's type. No matter what he says, it seems not natural enough. He cannot be like her, who can navigate the relationship between men and women with ease, no matter what he encounters I can pick up the conversation.
He Xianmo was in a state of vacillation for the next few hours, and until the clock passed twelve o'clock in the morning, he was unable to say "Happy Birthday".
He Xianmo looked at "00:02" on the screen of his mobile phone, took off his glasses, put them on the bedside table, and turned off the light.
Not surprisingly, I had insomnia again that night, and it took less than four hours for me to wake up and fall asleep.
At six o'clock, the sky outside was bright and cloudy. London became frequently cloudy in late autumn. Today it was foggy outside and the weather conditions were very bad.
As soon as He Xianmo sat up, he remembered that Zhou Ruo was going to see Zeng Xu for medical treatment today. He felt a little anxious and stood up from the bed suddenly, wanting to rush to the hospital immediately.
He Xianmo walked to the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and kept flushing it on his face. After a few rounds, his brain finally became clearer. He raised his head and looked at the face still dripping in the mirror, his pupils tightened, and his fingers He tightened his grip on the edge of the sink.
He couldn't let himself go on like this.
Since it was play, he had to show his playful attitude - he accepted the conditions proposed by Zhou Ruo. Zhou Ruo could find other men, and he could also find other women. It was completely fair between them. , because his moral bottom line is too high, and he actually wants to treat her the same way he treats his girlfriend.
unnecessary.
He Xianmo stood calmly in front of the mirror for almost ten minutes, and then started brushing his teeth.
He packed himself up as usual, went to the kitchen to have a simple breakfast, and then went to the nearby library.
In addition to outdoor activities, He Xianmo spent most of his time in the library reading on weekends, but since Zhou Ruo appeared in his life, he has almost never been to the library.
When he came back today, the familiar administrator of the library saw him and asked a few more questions, "Arthur, long time no see. Did something happen a while ago?"
He Xianmo: "I'm quite busy at work."
Administrator: "That's it. I've missed you. I'm very happy to see you again."
The librarian is a kind old man in his sixties, a native of London, and a doctor before he retired. He Xianmo comes here often, and the two have become close friends.
After He Xianmo greeted him, he went to pick up books from the bookshelf.
After coming to the library, He Xianmo put his phone in silent mode and put it in the drawer below while reading, and never took it out the whole time.
He is a very focused person and will not think about other things after coming to the library.
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Reading can make people calm down completely. He Xianmo didn't come for too long. He spent the whole day in the library. He didn't even eat lunch and only drank a cup of latte.
After the sky darkened outside, He Xianmo also finished reading the second book.
He closed the book and looked sideways out the window. The street lights outside were already on. It must have been past six-thirty.
After a day of reading, He Xianmo felt that most of the distracting thoughts in his heart had disappeared, and he was no longer as impetuous as before. Even when he thought of Zhou Ruo, he would not have much emotional fluctuations.
Of course, he also knew in his heart that this calmness was probably only temporary, but even if it was only for this moment, he was content.
After He Xianmo came out of the library, he planned to go to the supermarket to buy something and go home to cook a meal for himself.
As soon as he got in the car, he received a call from his colleagues in the hospital department.
"Arthur, a patient of yours has come to the emergency room. I don't know much about his condition. Could you please come over here?"
He Xianmo was silent for more than ten seconds, "Oh, wait for me for about fifteen minutes."
"Okay, then I'll tell him to wait for you in the emergency room."
"No need." He Xianmo said, "Let him come to my office."
The plan to go to the supermarket was disrupted by this phone call. After He Xianmo hung up the phone, he turned around and drove to the hospital.
For professional reasons, this often happens on his weekends.
However, He Xianmo's previous treatment method was basically to conduct consultations over the phone, asking colleagues who worked shifts in the hospital to help write test orders or prescription drugs, and rarely went there in person.
As for today…
He Xianmo tightened his grip on the steering wheel, not wanting to think deeply about the reason.
The library is not far from the hospital. When He Xianmo returned to the hospital, the patient and his family were already sitting and waiting at the door of the office.
Seeing He Xianmo coming over, the patients and their families thanked him one after another.
He Xianmo shook his head and said it didn't matter, took them into the office, consulted the patient's condition, and turned on the computer.
The patient had undergone heart bypass surgery, but because of his relatively high cholesterol and the occurrence of blood clots after the operation, he took medication and observed it for more than a month. Later, when the test indicators showed no problems, he temporarily stopped taking the medication.
As a result, I felt uncomfortable again today, so I rushed to the hospital for a checkup and found that blood clots appeared in different places.
However, the situation this time was not as serious as last time. He Xianmo analyzed it first and prescribed medicine to the patient.
"Take it for three weeks and see if there is no relief. Then arrange for angiography."
The patient was very cooperative and took the order to pick up the medicine after the follow-up visit.
He Xianmo was soon alone in the office. He raised his eyes and looked at Zeng Xu's desk opposite, his lips pursed into a thin line.
——
He Xianmo didn't know how he came to Zeng Xu's clinic door by accident.
When he reacted, he was already here and his hand was on the doorknob.
He Xianmo glanced down, twitching the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating tone, and let go of his hand.
He knew that the brief peace before was just an illusion, and he still couldn't control his impulse.
Ever since I got a call from my colleague and rushed to the hospital, I have been on the road to losing control.
Fortunately, he still had self-control and sobered up at the last moment.
He Xianmo stared at the closed door of the consulting room for a few seconds, then turned around and prepared to leave.
And just when he turned around, he suddenly heard a "bang" inside.
...Someone knocked on the door.
He Xianmo's eyebrows skipped a beat.
Then, he heard the woman's moaning sound.
It was a short, low sound, and there was no time to distinguish it.
Then came Zeng Xu's voice: "Where does it hurt? Here or here?"
He Xianmo suddenly clenched his fists, and what Zhou Ruo had said before echoed in his mind again.
She said that he didn't want to play, so he went to play with Zeng Xu.
She was originally going to see Zeng Xu for "medical treatment" today.
People are always so strange. There is clearly a preset event, but when it actually happens, the intensity of the emotion is not reduced by half.
He Xianmo seemed to hear the sound of something breaking inside his body. He held his breath, turned around, and strode away.
He Xianmo walked up the stairs to the parking lot in one breath, sweating slightly on his forehead and the tip of his nose.
He closed the car door with a bang, tugged on his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator and drove in the direction of Zhou Ruo's apartment.
