The eighty-sixth physician's parental heart (middle and lower)

  Under Zhao Yang's eager gaze, Chen Mei left him with a slender back view, and returned to her bedroom with a somewhat reluctant Chen Xi. After a while, the sound of Chen Xi's happy laughter came out.

  Zhao Yang was so regretful. He had originally just wanted the three of them to take a look at those paintings together, and it would have been great if they could spend more time together. But Chen Xiu's painting "Bread" was too big and tempting, and as a result, even his original wish couldn't be fulfilled!

  After all, it was getting late, and after another twenty minutes or so, the sound of Chen Xi's voice grew fainter, and the light went out. She must have fallen asleep.

  Space is a wonderful thing, sometimes it feels like you're right next to each other even when you're far apart, and sometimes it's just two doors away but feels too distant!

  Zhao Yang lay on the bed, raised his left hand and looked at it, as if just a moment ago, he was still holding Yiren's jade-like hand. What feeling had already become unclear, only remembered excitement, excitement and happiness!

  He looked down, placing his left hand on his chest, and immersed his mind in the flow of qi and blood. For these ten days, he had to go give Liu Juan injections every few hours, without even a short period of time to sleep, so he could only rest in this way.

  But his eyes had just closed for a moment, when the gentle and soft voice of Chen Xi rang in his mind: "Uncle, this bed is big enough, we can sleep together!" His heart suddenly warmed up!

  That annoying little guy, Chen Xi!

  Chen Mei put Chen Xiu to sleep and continued to look at those pictures with her phone's light.

  Chen Xue was only a three-year-old child, and the paintings she made were just composed of some irregular circles, squares, triangles, and then colored to complete.

  Just like Xiaohong's, it is composed of a small triangle and a large triangle, and the two legs are even simpler, which are not quite straight lines. As for Xiaobei, it is mainly composed of squares.

  The thickness and breakage of the lines drawn with a pencil can still be seen, unable to grasp the lightness and heaviness of the force used, don't know how many pen tips were broken!

  These simple paintings are full of childlike innocence, and Chen Mei enjoys them immensely. From these paintings, one can almost see the scene of Xiaoxiao's small hands grasping a pencil, concentrating on drawing.

  When she turned to the picture of the three of them walking on the road, she gently sat up and placed the painting flat on her legs, looking at it carefully. Perhaps this was a beautiful memory of dawn, the lines drawn with pencils on this painting were relatively light and smooth, with few interruptions in the middle, while the colors were painted heavily, as if not enough to express her mood.

  Since coming to Longwocun Village, Chen Xi's life has been filled with sunshine and laughter. This painting seems to be the source of her happy mood!

  The phone's light shone on three people, and Chen Mei's mouth corners involuntarily curled up into a smile. At that time, walking on the road, she was actually very happy!

  Chen Mei was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice Zhao Yang's door suddenly opening. She quickly turned off the flashlight mode on her phone and placed it face down on the bed, holding her breath to listen.

  Only the sound of the house, Zhao Yang came out of the bedroom and opened the door to go outside. Chen Mei looked out from the window and saw Zhao Yang carrying a bucket of cool water into the bathroom.

  "She muttered: 'It's so cool outside, why are you still using cold water? Don't we have hot water?'"

  Zhao Yang went in and came out quickly. Chen Mei only heard the sound of water splashing, then saw Zhao Yang shaking his hair as he walked out.

  Mei was so angry that she raised an eyebrow and quickly grabbed a towel to welcome him. She threw the towel at Zhao Yang and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and dry yourself! What's wrong with you? It's so cold outside and you're pouring cold water on your body? You're a doctor, how can you not take care of your own body?"

  Splashed with cold water, Zhao Yang finally "cooled down". He held the towel and looked at Chen Mei, saying: "You're still not asleep? Did I disturb you?"

  "Shut up! First wipe off the water on your body!"

  Zhao Yang first wiped the water off his face, then dried his hair. Seeing the concern in Chen Mei's eyes, he couldn't help but smile and say: "You're worried about me, aren't you?"

  Chen Mei saw Zhao Yang's slow movements and got angry, snatching the towel to wipe his front and arms a few times. Then she patted his arm, letting him turn around so she could wipe the water off his back. At the same time, biting her lip, she said: "What do I care about you? I'm afraid you'll catch a cold and infect Xiao Xi too!"

  Zhao Yang enjoyed Chen Mei wiping his body and couldn't help humming a tune.

  Chen Mei heard this and raised her hand, slapping him on the back!

  Bang! In the quiet of the night, this slap was surprisingly loud, startling her and making Xiao Hei jump up in fright. At this moment, Chen Xi on the bed moved slightly, holding her breath and not daring to move at all.

  After a while, seeing that Chen Xi had no movement, she finally let out a breath of relief. Then she discovered that the two were very close, almost stuck together! Her face turned red, thinking it was good at night and couldn't see clearly, so she covered up by throwing the towel into Zhao Yang's arms and said in a low voice: "You wipe the water off your legs first!"

  Chen Mei went back into the house and took out another towel, saying: "Dry off with this, then go back inside and use this dry towel to rub your body vigorously!"

  Zhao Yang nodded in agreement, but he didn't rush to leave as he looked at Chen Mei.

  Chen Mei looked at Zhao Yang standing there with two bath towels and said, "What are you still standing here for?"

  Zhao Yang walked towards his bedroom, and when he reached the door, he looked back again. Chen Mei entered the house and closed the door.

  After a while, Zhao Yang walked to the bedroom door and said softly: "Are you asleep? I've already soaked the towel, don't worry about it, I'll wash it tomorrow!"

  Chen Mei didn't respond to him, lying on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze. When Zhao Yang changed his clothes and went out, she was still awake, but by the time he came back, she had dozed off into a confused sleep.

  It was unknown how long had passed when Chen Mei heard the sound of the gate being pushed open. She let out a breath, picked up her phone and took a look, only to find that it was already 3:30 in the morning!

  Chen Mei came out and poured a cup of warm water for Zhao Yang, saying softly: "Are you very tired?"

  Zhao Yang was in a good mood today, not looking tired at all. However, after hearing Chen Mei's words, he took the water and let out a "tired" sigh, saying: "It's okay!"

  "Drink some water first!" Morning Plum said with concern.

  Zhao Yang gulped down two mouthfuls and handed the cup to Chen Mei, puffed out his chest and let out a breath.

  Chen Mei put the cup on the large table and turned around to look at Zhao Yang: "Why don't I give you a shoulder massage?"

  Zhao Yang's heart skipped a beat, and one sentence slipped out: "Let me hold you in my arms, and I won't be tired!"

  After finishing speaking, he stared at Chen Mei with his mouth half open, worried that he would anger her, yet having an inexplicable sense of anticipation in his heart.

  Under his gaze, Chen Mei's eyelids drooped down, neither angry nor saying anything.

  Zhao Yang felt his heart was going to jump out!

  He took a step forward, and Chen Mei didn't move!

  His fingers all trembled, and his body instinctively took a second step forward! A third step! The fourth step stood in front of Chen Mei!

  At this time, Chen Mei turned around and her body seemed to lean against the big table in fear.

  Her action was like a match that ignited Zhao Yang's emotions! He suddenly hugged Chen Mei in his arms, and his mind went blank for an instant!

  It was like an instant, yet it felt as long as the birth of heaven and earth from chaos. Zhao Yang slowly came back to his senses, only feeling a surge of passion in his chest that urgently needed to be released. But Chen Mei had buried her head in his chest, leaving no opportunity for him to do so!

  He used more force to hold Chen Mei in his arms, and Chen Mei hummed a sound, softly saying: "Be gentle!"

  Zhao Yang relaxed his arm a bit, but only by 1%, and Chen Mei didn't say anything either.

  At this time, it was almost the darkest moment of the day, but in such an environment, Zhao Yang could more delicately feel Chen Mei's body's lightness, softness and fullness filling his chest!

  In the quiet, Chen Mei said softly: "I let you... because I saw that you were too tired to treat Liu's illness, it's a reward for you! Liu's child is just over one year old, if she didn't have her mother, how pitiful would that be?! You must take care of yourself while helping Liu treat her illness, but you can't do things like pouring cold water on your body again... Alas, taking care of Liu Juan day and night without rest, you're too tired! Do you still need to do this every day? How long will it continue..."

  Zhao Yang just held her, savoring the warm and fragrant feeling of being wrapped in her arms, occasionally humming a response. The two had experienced resonance before, and this time they were almost stuck together, their breath easily merging.

  Zhao Yang's arms were the warmest sleeping bag in the world, wrapping her up, and Chun Mei unknowingly fell asleep again.

  Peaceful, warm, happy! If possible, Zhao Yang would have liked to hold her like this forever, but he still had to go and treat Liu Juan's illness, so he reluctantly withdrew from this wonderful state.

  He gently picked up Chen Mei, only to find that his lower body had already hardened like iron. This was just a natural physical reaction, and he didn't have that kind of desire in his heart.

  Put Chen Mei on the bed, Zhao Yang stretched his head and kissed a mouth on Chen Xue's small face, and when he retreated, it seemed that he inadvertently slid lightly over Chen Mei's lips, then took a big step out of the bedroom, tidied up his clothes and walked out.

  PS: Thanks for the rewards and comments from book friends Bookworm Zhang ~~

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