Without staying for long, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left together and went to the hospital. Watching their backs disappear in the elevator, He Yi hugged the tabby cat Lily, knocked her head, and whispered: "You, why do you have to provoke him when you can provoke anyone else? Remember, don't provoke him in the future, otherwise your mother will kill you." "Meow~~~" The tabby cat Lily tilted her head, and human doubts appeared in her eyes. He Yi said slowly: "He is the future father, understand?" "Meow~~~" ... ... Chu Fang felt that he should go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha when he had time to dispel bad luck. He used to go to the hospital once a year, but in just two days, he came twice. Too unlucky! Along the way, Zhong Tingyue kept apologizing, with worry and sorrow on her face. Although Chu Fang kept saying that it was okay and it was no big deal, she still felt guilty, especially since the other party was her beloved.
When they arrived at the hospital, they went directly to the emergency department. After a simple treatment of the wound and another examination, it was found that there was nothing serious and only a few injections would be enough. Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that the small wound would cause serious harm, but fortunately it didn't. But Chu Fang suddenly took a breath and stammered, "Give... give... give me an injection. Doctor, can I just take medicine without an injection?" "No." The doctor decisively refused. "Why? Are you afraid of pain?" Zhong Tingyue came back to his senses. "Nonsense! Injections hurt so much." He was born with a fear of needle holes. The tiny needle inserted into the flesh and delivered medicine into the body. Just thinking about it made him feel terrified. Watching the doctor fiddling with the needle, Chu Fang couldn't help but shrink his body. "You can't cure the disease without an injection." Zhong Tingyue comforted Chu Fang, "It doesn't hurt much, it will be fine in a while." "It hurts!" "It's okay." "It really hurts." "Be good." Zhong Tingyue subconsciously grabbed his hand and gently stroked the back of his hand, like coaxing a child, "It will be over soon, I know you can do it..." Chu Fang's panic gradually calmed down. After a while. A loud and powerful voice echoed throughout the emergency room. "It hurts!!!" ... ... Chu Fang was almost helped out of the hospital by Zhong Tingyue. It was late at night when he left, and the lights in the hospital were bright, just like daytime.
Chu Fang turned around, looked at the hospital, and said angrily: "I'm a dog if I come to the hospital again." Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and chuckled: "You sit for a while, I'll take a taxi." "Don't take a taxi." He refused, "It's only a few steps away, walk back." Zhong Tingyue nodded in agreement, and then she helped him slowly walk home. Because of the injury, they walked very slowly. Zhong Tingyue suddenly felt that something was wrong with her pace. She looked down and saw Chu Fang limping. She said with a smile, "The rabies vaccine was injected into the arm, why are you staggering?" Chu Fang said seriously, "The pain has moved from the arm to the thigh. Please support me more." "..." Zhong Tingyue smiled helplessly, bent down slightly, and put one of Chu Fang's arms on her shoulders, and her right hand was around his waist. Chu Fang narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly. Watching Zhong Tingyue running around the hospital, anxious and worried, and helping him go home, he felt that he had reached the peak of his life tonight. Chu Fang gently patted her shoulder and said in a casual manner, "Old Zhong." What kind of name is this... Zhong Tingyue pulled the corner of his mouth. "How old are you?" "24." "You're not young anymore. Do you have a boyfriend? I'll introduce you to one." "How old are you?" "21." "I'll introduce you to one." "Sure." "What kind of girl do you want?" "Young, no older than 18; beautiful, like Fan Bingbing or Yang Mi; long legs, preferably like supermodels, the kind that can crush me to death; lively and cheerful, willing to play games with me, I play ADC, she plays support, even if she plays mid, she has to play Soraka and revolve around me; rich, well... not too much, a net worth of 100 billion is fine; considerate, ready to come and go..." The moon in the sky seemed to be speechless by Chu Fang's extremely shameless request, covering herself. Zhong Tingyue felt a row of crows flying over her head. After stating his request, Chu Fang asked seriously, "Are there any girls like that?" "Yes." "Really?" "In a dream." "What dream?"
"A wet dream!" Chu Fang smiled."By the way, where is your hometown, Lao Zhong?" "Zhongyuan." "My fellow, Zhong (zhōng)!" He casually replied with a classic dialect. "Zhong!" "Zhong (zhòng)!" "Zhong! Second tone." "Zhong (zhōng)." Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with someone who couldn't even learn pinyin in elementary school. "Where is your hometown?" "My hometown is in that... ..., you know." "Northeast." "Oh, by the way, Shudu in the southwest." Are these two places related in the slightest? ... ... Zhong Tingyue sometimes couldn't catch his jumping thoughts: "What does your family do?" Hearing this, Chu Fang thought for a while and replied: "My father is a Chinese teacher with low cultural level, and my mother... ...a regular player in the mahjong hall." Zhong Tingyue tilted his head and smiled and said: "Well... ...to put it bluntly, unemployed. When I was young, I opened a bookstore and relied on my father's position as a teacher to make personal profits and sell some teaching materials, but later the school policy stipulated that it could not continue to operate, so it closed down. My mother lost her job, and my father didn't want her to do those hard work, so he let her retire." Chu Fang's mother is a carefree woman, relying on her husband who is a teacher, and Chu Fang's grandparents are workers and teachers, one of them has a lot of retirement salary, and the two old people have only one daughter, so they dote on Chu Fang's mother in every way. Every month, the retirement salary is several thousand yuan for their beloved daughter, so even if they don't have a job, they live a very chic life. "No wonder you don't have a high desire for money." Zhong Tingyue nodded in understanding. Parents will influence their children's thinking and ideas. "Wrong!" "Wrong?" Chu Fang said: "Because I have money, I don't have a high desire for money." Here it comes again... ... Zhong Tingyue didn't know how many times he had heard: "Then you don't have any ideas about the future?" "Yes." Chu Fang nodded, "Find a girlfriend, have a relationship, marry a wife, have a child, hold a grandchild, and then you can die." Zhong Tingyue sometimes admires Chu Fang. In this materialistic world, people are scrambling to climb up, scheming against each other, and what they want is to be superior to others and become the best. But he doesn't care about the things that people pursue.