Finally, before Ma Hao was taken away by the security guards, Jiang Xu mercilessly pulled his hand, reattaching his dislocated wrist, and said, “You can spray some Yunnan Baiyao if you don’t feel comfortable later.”
The people in the waiting area didn’t know what was going on inside; they only knew that an aggressive man had just burst in, and after a while, a group of security guards came and escorted him away. All were speculating about whether it was a medical disturbance and were worried that someone would suddenly come with a stretcher and carry away a bleeding victim.
However, they waited for a long time, but they didn’t see any doctors being carried out.
The doctors in the outpatient clinic finished their shifts around the same time. Jiang Xu took off his white coat and came out of the office, just in time to run into Shen Fangyu in the opposite outpatient office.
“Won’t you thank me?” Shen Fangyu initiated the conversation.
They had barely spoken since that time they quarreled and would treat each other like air. They were still as gloomy as they had been before today’s consultation, but this time… Jiang Xu looked at him.
“Thanks.”
Because Shen Fangyu didn’t interrupt this time, that thank you was finally said in full.
Shen Fangyu looked quite surprised, “You weren’t hurt today, right? Did that bastard hit you on the head? Why am I hearing such words from your mouth?”
“……” Jiang Xu: “Then I take it back.”
“Don’t ah-”
Jiang Xu glanced at Shen Fangyu, who said in kind, “Okay, I know you’re not hurt, but can you stop looking at me like that? That look in your eyes makes me suspect you’re going to open me up.”
Jiang Xu withdrew his gaze, but Shen Fangyu whispered as if to himself, “It’s good that you’re not hurt.” He seemed to be caught up in some kind of memory, and then he suddenly let out a self-conscious laugh: “All those fights we had in the past were not in vain seeing as you were able to protect yourself.”
Jiang Xu’s eyes flickered.
Shen Fangyu’s words reminded him of some past events.
He had been a good student and didn’t fight much. At most, he had learned taekwondo as a child, but when he was at university, A Medical University had made “close combat” a compulsory subject on the grounds that doctors must learn to protect themselves.
As everyone knows, compulsory courses count for credits, and the credits will affect the overall grade.
Because of the large number of medical students, A Medical University has always scheduled classes on a class basis, with fixed seats and fixed times, and has not allowed students to choose their own classes, so for the combat class, Jiang Xu and Shen Fangyu were also in the same class.
The close combat class became another battleground for Jiang Xu and Shen Fangyu.
The results of this class consisted of a combination of each movement test, a physical fitness test, and a final one-on-one fighting match. For the sake of fairness, the PE teacher matched opponents based on the combined scores from the first few matches, for example, the first and second place, the third and fourth place …… and so on.
Thus, the gap between the abilities of the two sides of the competition was narrowed as much as possible, and the winner got an extra three points afterward.
By coincidence, Shen Fangyu and Jiang Xu had tied for first place in the combined score on previous occasions, so the teacher naturally placed them in a group. At that time, the teacher had not realized what a bad decision he had made.
The teacher was worried that if they continued to fight, they would have to be sent to the infirmary, so he called a halt to the game and gave them both an extra 1.5 points.
In the end, both of them were unconvinced and insisted on comparing again. The P.E. teacher was forced to referee their matches once a week, but no result was reached every week, until finally, the teacher didn’t want to come for the extra lessons on the weekend, so he earnestly lectured them on “friendship first, competition second.”
However, they both said in unison: “We don’t have a friendship.”
The PE teacher, who had been coaching for many years, almost lost his temper.
In the end, it took three extra points for them to put the incident to rest. It was said that the PE teacher even went to the head of the school and cried, insisting that he would not take their fighting class next term.
Jiang Xu glanced at Shen Fangyu and suddenly realized that most of his fights over the years were with this man.
Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, but when Shen Fangyu saw him looking over, he smiled and said, “I just remembered when we were at university and we almost made the teacher get high blood pressure because of that close combat class. Why were you so screwed up back then?”
“And you weren’t screwed up?” Jiang Xu gave him a blank look.
“I still remember one year, there were twelve major courses in a semester, and every one of them consisted of a lab experiment. I stayed up all night during the exam month, memorizing until I couldn’t take it anymore, so I ran to you and asked if you could stop messing with me and let’s sleep.” Shen Fangyu looked like he was amused by himself.
“And then you gave me this look,” he changed into a tugged and owed look. Imitating Jiang Xu’s expression, he put his hands in his pockets, pretended to push his nonexistent glasses, and mimicked his tone, “Fine, then you’ll be second.”
Jiang Xu watched his performance, and it really had some of his essence from back then.
“You’re smiling, Jiang Xu.” Shen Fangyu pointed at him, as if he had caught his little tail. “It’s probably because you rarely smile, and rare things are precious, so I really like to see you smile.”
Jiang Xu lowered his eyes to the mask that covered half of his face, but Shen Fangyu laughed as if he understood what he was thinking. “I know you’re smiling even with the mask on,” he revealed. “There’s laughter in your eyes.”
In fact, it wasn’t just his eyes; the little mole underneath them came to life when Jiang Xu smiled.
Jiang Xu turned his head, avoiding Shen Fangyu’s gaze, and with his hands in his pockets, said lightly, “I’m leaving first.”
He didn’t go back to his office but went straight in the direction of the laboratory.
Jiang Xu hadn’t been to the laboratory in days; he was now a deputy chief physician, which equated to an associate professor in teaching. He led several postgraduates, so he didn’t need to do most of the experiments himself.
Plus, because of his pregnancy, Jiang Xu was worried about most of the teratogenic drugs in the lab affecting the fetus, so he just listened to his students’ reports and gave them guidance and general directions.
After watching the students do their experiments and teaching a younger student to take a film with confocal, he left the laboratory after nine o’clock.
Jiang Xu recalled that in the past, when he was an attending doctor, he would stay in the laboratory until 2:00 or 3:00 every after. At that time, he did not have his own laboratory but worked on a project in Director Cui’s group.
The laboratory would usually be empty in the early hours, so only he and Shen Fangyu would be left, one to the south and one to the north, sitting on the two farthest lab benches to operate.
It was so hard that they wouldn’t even have the strength to bicker as they left. They’d just walk under the moonlight in silence, their minds still racing over a topic that was at a bottleneck.
The warm water soaked Jiang Xu’s body as he leaned back against the bathtub and closed his eyes, and in a rare moment, he didn’t think about work.
The overly lazy atmosphere and the child in his stomach that was rapidly feeding off his nutrients occasionally distracted him, reminding him of things that had long been forgotten with time.
For example, on his way back to the dormitory from the laboratory, he would pass by a bozai cake shop, a specialty from Guangdong that was rare in A City and Jiang Xu had never eaten it.
Whenever he saw the colorful, crystal-like potted cakes on the signboard, he felt a craving.
However, the shop closed at ten o’clock and opened at eight in the morning, so Jiang Xu never got to eat them.
Later on, he had the chance to leave work before 10 o’clock, but by that time, he had already bought a house and no longer lived in the dormitory, so he no longer passed that road on his way to work.
The efficient Dr Jiang would never take a detour just for the sake of his appetite, so for all these years, he hadn’t had a single bite of bozai cake.
In fact, once upon a time, Jiang Xu had never had any special pursuit of food or drink, even the instant noodles he ate were of one taste, so he had long forgotten that he used to have a desire for such a small dessert.
However, today’s divergent thinking made Jiang Xu, who was wearing a bathrobe, poke the noodles in front of him with a small fork, and he suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.
The long-forgotten obsession with the bozai cake had taken over his sanity like wild mushrooms.
He really wanted to eat it.
This weird and annoying emotion started only after he had become pregnant. The urge to eat something would come out of nowhere, perhaps a sour lemon, a stinky tofu that smelled good from miles away, or perhaps the baked pancakes that Master Lu made next to the hospital and those made by Master Lu’s son when helping out.
But Jiang Xu always suppressed that desire.
Until today.
Jiang Xu suddenly remembered that not long ago, after he sent Yu Xin away, he called his mother, and her tone was gentle as she said, “Xiao Xu…mother knows that you are busy with work, but now is the time to take the next step, but you don’t want to go on blind dates…”
Mother Jiang sighed and said, “But mother is afraid that you will be alone, eating and sleeping irregularly. You have been busy since you were young; you don’t take care of your body, and you often stay up late studying. Mom only hopes that someone is living with you, helping you, reminding you, and taking care of each other, so Mom can rest assured.”
“Over the years, your father and I would get terrified whenever we saw news in the newspaper about another doctor and professor dying suddenly, afraid that you might have an accident one day but won’t even have someone around to call 120.”
Jiang Xu lowered his eyes to his phone’s contact list, his mother’s voice echoing in his ears over and over again. After a long time, he lowered his head and, for the first time, gently touched his lower abdomen.
“Hello.” Jiang Xu dialed a familiar number.
“Jiang Xu?” The voice on the other side was clearly surprised; there was a pause in Shen Fangyu’s voice, supposedly from when he was looking at the time, and he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Does what you wrote in the note still count?” Jiang Xu asked.
“Huh?”
“Yuefeng Community, Building 3, Unit 4, Apartment 1202.” Jiang Xu raised his eyes and looked at the clock next to the dining table. “Buy the bozai cakes along that road from the laboratory and bring them here by 10:30,” he said.
babie doing things to make sure daddies will be together (≧▽≦)
OMG
lol, even the way he asks for that cake….
pregnancy cravings 🤭 husband should buy the cakes for him.
Lol he totally addicted to giving orders. 😂
This makes me feel soft🥺🥺
heheheheh
Cravings…🤤
Hehe. Get that Baozi
Shen Fangyu; top delivery man!