Acting as a substitute

Chapter 12

Seeing that the son of a bitch actually recognized the name, Yuan Jiayi turned around with a smile, as if rubbing something at the end of his eyes with his fingertips.

Bo Shenyan glanced at him, in a good mood, knelt down and picked up the puppy, "Little thing, do you like this name?"

The pup groaned.

"Okay, get down and go to sleep with your father."

Although the milk dog was very bald, it didn't affect its cute appearance at all. Bo Shenyan pulled its paws, put it on the ground, and patted its butt towards Yuan Jiayi.

Kneeling down and looking up at Bo Shenyan, he jumped up and bit the hem of his bathrobe, put his hind legs on the ground, and dragged Bo Shenyan desperately towards Yuan Jiayi.

Bo Shenyan: "..."

"What are you doing?"

Nuomi, who was lazily nestled on the sofa, saw that his owner was being threatened by his pet, and immediately became angry. He jumped down and ran to Yuan Jiayi's legs, raised his head and arched his knees, and pushed Yuan Jiayi go forward.

Yuan Jiayi: "..."

"Sticky rice……"

The owners of the two cats and dogs stood in a stalemate for a long time with expressions on their faces.

The hour hand pointed to the twelve o'clock position, and even Bo Shenyan was too sleepy, so he bent down and picked up the nape of his neck, and threw it directly into Yuan Jiayi's arms, picked up his messy puppet cat, Quickly went upstairs.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the sound of patting coldly on the ground in the courtyard made Yuan Jiayi involuntarily roll up the quilt.

The sky is very cloudy, and I am afraid it will not return to sunshine for a whole day.

Before the alarm clock rang, Yuan Jiayi had already tossed and turned on the bed for a long time.

He has always felt that all idle time is a sin, after all, he should race against time to live.

The fragrant nutritional ointment was squeezed into the puppy dog ​​food and stirred evenly. Yuan Jiayi squatted aside contentedly, watching his face covered with crumbs when he lay down to eat.

After solving the dog's meal, it's time to solve my own.

After washing up, he sneaked into the kitchen and heated up the leftovers from last night in a hurry. He didn't even sit on a stool, and stood directly on the edge of the central island to clean up the food.

Thinking of what Bo Shenyan said the day before yesterday that the noise was noisy, Yuan Jiayi didn't dare to wash the dishes now, so he could only put them in the sink and wait until he came back at night to wash them.

There is no surgery scheduled in the hospital today, so I just need to go round with Teacher Duan in the morning, and spend the rest of the time in the office writing papers honestly.

Yuan Jiayi silently clenched his fists for this rare relaxed daily life, and said with joy in his tone, "Go shopping for clothes after get off work."

He picked up his schoolbag and walked to the door, just as he pressed his wrist on the doorknob, he heard Bo Shenyan's voice.

"...Can you help me see my teeth?"

Hearing the sound, Yuan Jiayi took off his glasses guiltily almost instantly, and turned around.

This is... the little yellow dog who was stung by a hornet?

He looked at the time and found that it was still too late, he hurriedly put down his schoolbag and walked over, stood at the corner of the stairs and looked up at Bo Shenyan's swollen face in embarrassment.

"Mr. Bo, I can't see clearly standing here."

"Come up."

Bo Shenyan waved his hand, signaling him to go upstairs.

"Mr. Bo, you have wisdom teeth." Yuan Jiayi lightly touched his forehead, feeling a little hot.

He went downstairs again and took out his own thermometer from his schoolbag, swiped it with alcohol cotton, then put it into Bo Shenyan's clothes, and stuck it under his armpit, "It will be a little cold, but just wait and see."

Raindrops were still dripping from the eaves.

The two people in the bedroom did not speak, quietly waiting for the time of the thermometer.

Yuan Jiayi stood beside his shoulders for a while, took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, bent over and covered Bo Shenyan's eyes.

"Come on, ah—let me see if there is any inflammation."

"..." With his eyes covered, Bo Shenyan couldn't see anything, and felt that the posture of the two of them was extremely shameful at this time, but the person in front of him didn't look as awkward as him, but seemed as calm and at ease as he had returned to the home court. In desperation, he could only open his mouth.

"what--"

"Fine, close it."

He had never been so humiliated.

Bo Shenyan's eyelids were burning, and his throat was dry and painful.

He had never suffered any pain before, but at this time he was tortured by a wisdom tooth and his head was sweating, so he couldn't help being a little irritable.

"Come on, Mr. Bo, drink some water." Yuan Jiayi picked up the pillow he threw on the ground, squatted halfway in front of Bo Shenyan's bed with a glass of water, and raised his hand to his mouth. The water will be a little hot."

He was very thirsty, so naturally he couldn't listen to anything, so Bo Shenyan grabbed the cup and drank it down, sticking out his tongue from the burn.

Not only did he not reflect on his impulse, but instead he gave Yuan Jiayi a sullen look.

Yuan Jiayi took the water glass in a good-tempered manner, and took a tissue to wipe the water stains on his face, "I'll get you some medicine, it's inflamed now, if you have gingivitis, you can't pull your teeth, otherwise you may get an infection .”

3 minute later.

Bo Shenyan slumped at the handful of uncoated pills.

He clasped his wrist back, looking expectant, "Can I not eat, I don't feel much pain now."

"Eat it, Mr. Bo."

Yuan Jiayi frowned and looked at the time on the phone, and said in a gentle voice.

He always spoke kindly, but always with an irresistible sense of commanding.

Bo Shenyan closed his eyes resignedly, swallowed the pill in his hand, drank two big glasses of water, leaned on the pillow and sighed in agony.

Half a dark ebony plum was handed to her eyes.

"Sweet and sour, the mouth will not be bitter."

The young man has dark circles under his eyes, fresh gauze has been glued to his fair face, and the left sleeve of his white sweater is full of water stains. The weather in late autumn is cold, and even though there is heating in the house, it can be wet. It certainly doesn't feel good on the skin either.

Bo Shenyan took the ebony plum and said hesitantly, "This... won't make my symptoms worse?"

"A little bit, it's okay."

Yuan Jiayi bit his lower lip, as if he was a little shy, or... reluctant to part with that ebony plum?

The taste of inferior cyclamate bloomed in Bo Shenyan's tongue, and the bitterness at the root of his tongue disappeared immediately.

Bo Shenyan looked back at Yuan Jiayi in surprise, only to find that his mouth was also secretly moving.

half.

The other half is in his mouth?

The light was not turned on in the bedroom, but Bo Shenyan could see the water stains on her moist lips.

Will his half be sweeter than the half in his mouth?

Seeing Bo Shenyan staring at him, Yuan Jiayi hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, no, I didn't bite it. I squeezed the kernel out with a packaging bag. This is the kernel."

After speaking, he raised his finger to point to his mouth, signaling Bo Shenyan not to worry.

After he explained it, Bo Shenyan realized that the ebony in his mouth had no core, so he nodded clearly.

Seeing that his condition has improved a lot, Yuan Jiayi glanced at the phone again, cleared his throat, and handed Bo Shenyan a piece of paper, fearing that he would not answer it, and put it on the bedside table instead.

"Mr. Bo, I'm going to work. If you don't feel well, just follow the instructions on this paper."

Bo Shenyan had already reached out to pick it up when Yuan Jiayi handed it over, but found that he didn't seem to intend to hand it to him directly, but put it aside instead.

A little dissatisfaction fluctuated in my heart, and I gave a cold 'hmm'.

Yuan Jiayi had no time to care about his emotions, said goodbye to him politely, closed the bedroom door for him, and ran downstairs with a rattling sound.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door being locked that Bo Shenyan picked up the piece of paper and looked at it curiously.

He is really a conscientious little doctor.

From the cause of the fever, to the usage of the medical antipyretic patch, to the color of the anti-inflammatory drug, everything was clearly marked on the paper by Yuan Jiayi.

They all said that their words were like their own, and Bo Shenyan's fingertips fell on the cold yet gentle handwriting, and there was a smile on his face that he hadn't noticed.

Followed by the director of the department to check the wards vigorously, Yuan Jiayi sent the teacher away, and walked from ward to ward holding a pen.

The seven-bed patient in the ward facing the nurse's station is an old man in his early [-]s. He stepped on the empty steps on the way to buy vegetables, was hit by a car behind him, and fractured his tibia and fibula. He has recovered well now. Well, I can be discharged from the hospital next Tuesday.

When Yuan Jiayi entered the ward, he happened to see him holding a bottle of canned food in both hands, gnashing his teeth and twisting it, the muscles in his neck were all exposed.

He hurriedly walked over and stretched out his hand, "Uncle Song, let me come."

When Uncle Song heard Yuan Jiayi's voice, he immediately laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and handed him the can very trustingly.

"Oh, Doctor Xiaoyuan, I'm sorry to trouble you, you said that I don't have any other hobbies, I just like to eat canned food, and I can open it for me every time I meet you."

"What's the trouble, but this sugar water, you should eat less."

Yuan Jiayi smiled and put the pen back into his breast pocket, held the lid of the can, exerted a little force on his hand, the clean and round nails just turned white, and the next second, the can made a 'boo' sound, The juice dripped onto his reddened tiger's mouth.

"Pour it into a bowl and eat it, lest the cans are too heavy to hold," Yuan Jiayi took the paper towel handed over by Uncle Song, bowed his head to thank him, wiped his hands, and told him worriedly, "You have more Eat normal fruits and listen to the doctor, I will go to another ward to see."

"Hey, good, good," Uncle Song took a bite of peach slices, holding a spoon and pointing at Yuan Jiayi's back, "I heard that Doctor Xiao Yuan is a doctor at only 26 years old. He is good-looking. With such a good personality, whoever girl marries him is really a virtue accumulated by her ancestors."

"Old Song, is your niece married?" The patients echoed one after another, and some were concerned about their own children, "My second niece is studying in graduate school, and she is a perfect match for Dr. Xiaoyuan."

"Next time Dr. Xiaoyuan comes, I'll help you build a bridge."

"Haha, that's for sure."

Yuan Jiayi, who was in his mouth without realizing it, slipped around in the corridor, stretched his waist back to the office, lay down in front of the computer and continued to work on the recent SCI paper that he had written, when the mobile phone in hand suddenly vibrated.

[Go back to the old house. 】