Chapter 20:

Chapter 20
When I went to the hospital the next day, it was rare to have a windless sunny day. The hats of the fox foxes were warmed by the sun. Ai Ziyu reached out and touched it. The dark brown pupil was shining and looking at He Zhishu.
"What happened to the doctor?" He Zhishu looked at him with a slight head and a white collar in the collar.
"Look," Ai Ziyu suddenly smiled, and raised the animal hair with a hand to the cheek of He Zhishu: "Is it like a little tiger?"
He Zhishu smiled and felt that the doctor had such a sense of humor.
But soon he couldn't laugh, and the pain of chemotherapy was even harder than the last time. The corners of He Zhishu were all sweaty, and the straight waist of the spit could not be straightened. He Zhishu himself can only resist the sound of a person who is so painful. Ai Ziyu gently called his name after a certain distance. He knows that he has only looked up for a long time, and the mist in his eyes, the lips trembled and spit out a word: "Pain..."
Ai Ziyu’s heart suddenly hurts. In fact, he is a lie to know the book, so the fragile and thin He Zhishu is not like the weak tiger. It is more like a small milk cat. The small claw is still not profitable. Anything can hurt yourself.
"Take me a break for a while." Ai Ziyu went to the office with a greeting book: "I will give you some more medicine."
He knows that his body is weak, he has no strength at all, and he has not reluctantly refused. But what he didn't expect was that the doctor's small single bed was replaced by a thick mat, and a soft velvet blanket was placed on it. He knows that there is something wrong with it.
"Let's lie down, I will wait for the patient." Ai Ziyu didn't have any thoughts, but he also shook hands to help the book to be shaken, like the sun, the smell of the sun, sweet and soft.
Most of He Zhishu’s face was buried in a light blue-coloured sheet of sunshine, and some inexplicably wanted to cry. After people have been eating for a long time, they are not afraid of others being bad for him, and they are afraid that others are too good for him. Because there is no return.
"More sleep," Ai Ziyu pulled a half curtain: "Wait for me."
He Zhishu’s mental body was very tired and he soon fell asleep. Ai Ziyu sat at the desk but was a little distracted. He didn't know exactly what level of feeling he had for He Zhishu. He couldn't see the person suffering, and his heart would hurt. It would be uncomfortable to see the traces of the cockroaches because He Zhishu was angry at the tolerance and death of another man.
Ai Ziyu's family is very powerful, but because of professional reasons, Ai Ziyu has always been self-made and restrained. No smoking, no alcohol, no men and women. Usually I also like to raise a flower in the car, the latter is also a hobby that his old man cultivated.
I have seen my knowledge of the orchids in my mind when I have seen it. Ai Ziyu turned the pen and unconsciously raised her lips.
He Zhishu has not slept so well for a long time. Sleeping very calm and stable, warm and safe. He didn't even dream much. The only point of a dream is the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the sun.
The doctor did not greet him, and when He Zhishu naturally woke up, it was dark. Ai Ziyu didn't have a night shift today. She came to work early and looked at He Zhishu.

Wake up?
Ai Ziyu smiled and closed the medical report in English.
He knows that his face is a little better and he is busy getting up: "I am really bothering you."
"So what's outside?" Ai Ziyu shook his head, very disapproving, and pointed to the insulated bucket on the side of the bed: "I am looking for someone to take the medicated diet, eat the meal and go back."
He knows that he has been stunned, and he always feels that Dr. Ai is not quite right today.