Rotten orange

  Lin Yue was saying that he had already taken away the bowl in front of me and replaced it with a new one he just bought, while my stomach felt like it had been through a robbery, completely losing its fighting strength, I could only watch helplessly as he threw the bowl of millet porridge I liked into the trash can, pitifully starting to drink the completely tasteless white porridge.

  "Don't you like this?"

  "No, have you eaten? Let's eat together." I'm not so heartless, Lin Yue accompanied me for a whole night and went out early to buy me breakfast twice. My brain, which is not very high in emotional intelligence, has already been conquered by him two-thirds of the way.

  Lin Yue didn't answer me, so I tugged at his sleeve again. Because of the accidental pull on the wound, I frowned with a bit of effort. Lin Yue had no choice but to sit down.

  I divided a small portion of the porridge into a paper cup and handed it to Lin Yue, who took it over with an elegant gesture, unlike me, a patient who was devouring it like a wolf.

  Just as I was enjoying my drink, it seemed like a figure flashed by outside the door.

  "What's wrong?" Lin Yue put down her cup and asked me. Mobile phone mobile terminal first launch address:

  I shook my head, "Just now, it seemed like someone was watching me outside. As soon as I looked up, the figure disappeared." The more I spoke, the more frightened I became, "Brother, I've heard that hospitals have a particularly heavy yin energy, could it be..."

  "This can't be haunted, right?"

  I saw Google suddenly push the door and come in, almost choking to death. This is still my first time seeing him wear a white coat, hanging a stethoscope, and really having a bit of human appearance, with five or six people around him.

  Google walked over with a medical clipboard and tray like doctors in TV dramas.

  I took the soy milk handed over by Lin Yue and took two big sips before lifting my head in incredulity, "How did you know I went to the hospital?"

  "Not yet..." Google seemed to think of something, paused for a moment and said, "I was on my way to work early this morning when I heard that a patient named Si Xi came in yesterday because he had eaten the wrong medicine and got appendicitis, and he was crying and refusing surgery. Without thinking, I knew it was you."

  "You also look down on people too much, when did I cry and make a fuss?"

  Google smiled and said, "Then you can cooperate well with blood drawing too?"

  I didn't realize something was wrong until I saw the syringe on the tray, and then I turned to Lin Yue for help, but unfortunately he had already packed up his things and stood up saying "I'll head back to the company first, Auntie will come visit you at noon."

  Lin Yue ignored my pleading eyes and left me with a carefree back view.

  After I finished drawing blood and taking body temperature, I just knew that Google was just in time to take over the general surgery rotation, and from now on, he will be responsible for it.

  Actually, I still trust Google quite a bit. It's called Google because it has a brain almost as big as the search engine. In college, there were just as many girls who admired him as those who admired Yu Tian. Then I asked him a ton of questions about scars and almost got him to introduce me to a plastic surgery hospital.

  After Google left, some people came one after another to visit me.

  Lin Jing specially skipped class and came with a big bag of snacks, but it was clearly the wrong kind of enthusiasm, and I ended up driving him away in anger.

  Next was Junko, who started teasing me that I had an old man's disease since I didn't have any major issues. Young people rarely get appendicitis, and Junko's fate was similar to Lin's.

  Then a rather quiet female colleague from the company came, adjusted her glasses, and placed a huge fruit basket in front of me. "I'm here on behalf of the company to visit you, take care of your rest."

  Look, the company has even sent someone over, I'm considered work-injured now. I don't know if Yu Tian will regret leaving me there alone at this time. If he does, I definitely won't forgive him.

  After my female colleague left, I opened up the fruit basket.

  As expected, something with a bright appearance must be hiding an orange that has been peeled halfway. This is just like people, who all want to show their better side on the outside.

  I don't want Yu Tian to see me looking like a sick orange either...