bookcurios Chapter 210 I look average?
Chapter 210 I look average?
Still thinking about this. Wen Zhixia was helpless.
However, although Fu Ruoshi's tone was not serious, his eyes were full of tenderness.
Wen Zhixia couldn't persuade him, and she didn't want to argue with the patient, "Okay, okay, you come up and sleep, I won't leave."
Fu Ruoshi cast a long line for most of the night and finally caught a fish.
He sighed with satisfaction, it’s really not easy.
He happily closed the computer and lay down next to Wen Zhixia.
As soon as she felt his breath, Wen Zhixia moved towards the bed a little awkwardly.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her resistance and stopped pushing forward. He stopped at the edge of the bed, leaving a small distance between them.
But the person he had been thinking about day and night was lying next to him, but he didn't dare to do anything. If he could fall asleep, he would suspect that there was something wrong with him.
He looked at Wen Zhixia with eyes full of pity. Her current reserved state was just like the night they had married.
Fu Ruoshi recalled that night when he returned to the room after seeing off the guests, he saw Wen Zhixia still wearing the Chinese-style buttoned wedding dress she had worn at the wedding banquet. She had drunk some wine and was lying on the sofa with a heavy heart, her white calves hanging outside, without shoes.
Seeing him come in drunk, Wen Zhixia sat up straight instantly. She grabbed a pillow and used it to block herself. The two confronted each other for a moment, and she slowly let go of the pillow.
That was a typical defensive posture. She knew what he would do next. She was nervous and scared, but she knew she had no right to resist.
Fu Ruoshi noticed the change in her expression from panic to compromise, and felt that he was really a piece of shit.
Then he left, went back to his study, and slapped himself hard several times.
He didn't sleep with her on their wedding night, and later he lived abroad for a long time and they didn't sleep together many times. Sometimes he was so lustful that it was unbearable, but she would not refuse because of the contract.
But he still felt awkward. At that time, they both had a grudge against each other, so in this matter it was just his one-sided release of desire.
Later he was reluctant to go home because he wanted to restrain himself.
That was the woman he loved the most. He felt so sorry for her that he couldn't bear to let her become a tool for his sexual gratification.
But he never said it explicitly, so in Wen Zhixia's eyes, his restraint meant that he had no feelings for her.
"Wen Zhixia, I love you." Thinking of this, Fu Ruoshi leaned close to Wen Zhixia's ear and kissed her earlobe. "There has never been a moment when I don't love you. This moment I love you more than the last moment. I will always love you."
If he could no longer speak, then all the thousands of words he wanted to say to her were condensed into these twenty or so words.
Wen Zhixia heard his sigh-like confession. She closed her eyes and tears gradually overflowed from the corners of her eyes.
The moon sets and the sun rises.
In the early morning, Wen Zhixia was fully awake.
Footsteps were heard in the corridor. Fu Ruoshi was fast asleep. Wen Zhixia got dressed and left him a note on the table:
I'm leaving first. See you this afternoon.
2 p.m.
Wen Zhixia was in the disinfection room, making the final preparations before the operation.
Although she repeatedly told herself that this was just a very simple minor operation, simpler than 99% of the operations she had performed before, she still couldn't help sweating.
The person she loves most is under the scalpel, how can she not be afraid.
"Teacher Wen," the anesthesiologist knocked on the door, "Everything is ready. Mr. Song is already in the operating room."
Wen Zhixia took a deep breath and walked towards the operating room.
Fu Ruoshi changed into a sterilized suit. The plain fabric made his facial features look even more handsome and delicate. His peach blossom eyes still had a lazy smile on his slightly pale face. He was chatting with Guo Hong in a casual manner.
Wen Zhixia heard that he was interested in the latest medical insurance policy.
The moment he saw Wen Zhixia come in, Fu Ruoshi paused slightly.
He glanced at Wen Zhixia and saw that she was wearing a tight surgical gown, with only her eyes visible.
But even if she just showed her eyes, he was sure it was her in an instant.
Fu Ruoshi looked away, afraid that if he looked at her any longer, he would reveal different emotions and be exposed.
Wen Zhixia spoke first, keeping some distance.
"Hello Mr. Song, I am Wen Zhixia, the First Assistant."
"Xiao Wen, let's get started." Guo Hong instructed her, "Go adjust the microscope."
While Wen Zhixia was adjusting the microscope, Fu Ruoshi began to inhale anesthesia.
After a while, he felt sleepy and gradually fell into a coma.
"Oh, this patient is so handsome," the anesthesiologist couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the unconscious Fu Ruoshi. "I've never seen such a handsome man. His facial features look just like in a painting. Xiao Wen, come over and take a look. Do you think he's handsome?"
Once Wen Zhixia got into work mode, she no longer had the heart to joke around.
Upon hearing this, she stared at the monitor intently and evaded the question by saying, "I saw it. It's okay, just average."
"Stop interrupting," Guo Hong ordered. "Wen Zhixia, come over here and take the laryngoscope."
Wen Zhixia adjusted the equipment, walked to the bed, and took the laryngoscope.
At this moment, Fu Ruoshi was lying quietly, with her black eyelashes drooping, and her well-proportioned facial features looked like a finely crafted work of art under the bright shadowless light.
The person she once loved the most was now lying quietly in front of her, completely putting his life and all safety in her hands.
Wen Zhixia took a deep breath to calm himself down, then carefully inserted the laryngoscope into his nasal cavity, adjusted the angle of the bracket, and the operation officially began.
.......
after an hour.
The operation ended successfully.
This was the most stressful operation Wen Zhixia had ever performed in her career, but also the smoothest one.
It seemed as if divine intervention had taken place, and the entire process was incredibly smooth.
Even the problem she was most worried about, difficulty in stopping the bleeding, did not happen.
Fu Ruoshi cooperated with her more when he was asleep than when he was awake.
Physiologically, all his functions were aimed at not causing trouble for her. For example, he originally had very poor blood clotting function, but he basically did not bleed much today.
For example, many patients will talk nonsense and say dirty words after general anesthesia, but he, who is usually very talkative, will be like sleeping after fainting, and even his breathing will be very light.
"It's over." Guo Hong put down the cotton swab and left the operating room.
The shadowless lamp goes out.
People who have undergone general anesthesia usually wake up within an hour.
However, Fu Ruoshi was drug-resistant. He woke up halfway through the operation and is now completely awake.
I touched my neck and it still hurt a little when I pressed down on the throat, but the blockage and stinging feeling I had when swallowing before had completely disappeared.
He was not unconscious during general anesthesia.
He could hear the sound and feel Wen Zhixia using small scissors to cut the flesh in his throat, making a crunching sound.
But it didn't hurt at all. He could even feel that she was as light as could be, and she was holding her breath.
But this did not calm him down.
Because after he fell asleep, the first words he heard Wen Zhixia say were;
"It's okay, just average."
Fu Ruoshi almost fainted when he heard this. He seriously suspected that he was not fainted by the anesthetic, but was fainted by Wen Zhixia's anger.
He found the phone under the pillow and sent a WeChat message to Wen Zhixia asking:
[Do you think I look average? ? ]