Chapter 459 Let Me Tell You a Story

He Ping seemed to be in good condition. He leaned on the bed and flipped through a piano sheet music. Seeing Zheng Ran and Mu Chun walk in together, he smiled at them. Although he was wearing a patient gown, he was still sunny and handsome.

"Isn't it good?" Zheng Ran turned his head slightly and asked Mu Chun.

"Yes, then how did you find out that he was uncomfortable? It shouldn't be easy to find out just from coughing." Mu Chun asked in confusion.

"I don't know about this. When he came, his condition was not very good. In fact, he just coughed a lot. Recently, the haze is serious and respiratory infectious diseases are prevalent in winter. He should be worried about respiratory infectious diseases. As a result, the chest X-ray was very clear." Zheng Ran was not afraid of He Ping hearing it, and he said what he wanted to say.

He Ping calmly laughed at himself, "Hey, you all know it."

"Did you ask me to come?" Mu Chun stepped forward a few steps to He Ping's side.

He Ping spread out the sheet music in his hand and placed it on the quilt. There were many handwritten marks on the sheet music. Mu Chun guessed that it should be Bai Lu's handwriting.

"I have something to talk to Dr. Muchun alone." He Ping looked at Zheng Ran and said respectfully.

Zheng Ran nodded, "You guys chat, Officer Zhang and I have something to talk about. Let's go to the office first. Just press the bell at the nurse's desk after we finish talking."

After that, Zheng Ran put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and followed Zhang Hai out of the ward.

This is a single ward at the end of the corridor. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky outside was not bad, but there was no shadow of sunlight in the room.

He Ping's face was a little red. Not long after Zheng Ran walked out of the ward, He Ping started coughing violently, and the medicine bottle on the back of his right hand trembled back and forth on the iron rack.

After the coughing, He Ping was extremely weak, and reluctantly closed the music score spread on the quilt.

Mu Chun didn't say anything, but just stood aside obediently, almost standing like a transparent person again.

It was less than a week apart. The first time I met He Ping was also in the surgical inpatient building affiliated to Zhinan. At that time, he looked like a star.

And now? He is a patient, or even a suspect.

"You plead guilty?" Mu Chun saw that He Ping was slow to speak, so he spoke.

He Ping looked straight ahead and sniffed, "Well, I admit it."

Mu Chun was about to speak, but He Ping interrupted him, "Listen to me first, okay?"

The blue and white patient gown was a little old. No matter which hospital the patient gown was from, no one would wear it just right. It always looked big and old, exuding a kind of decadent and dead air.

"I want to entrust Bai Lu to the doctor. She has always been a little girl who never grows up, but I'm afraid I can't take care of her anymore." At this point, He Ping shook his head, closed his eyes and slowly opened them, "It should be obvious that I can't take care of her anymore."

"So you never told Bai Lu about your illness?" Mu Chun asked.

"I didn't tell her." He Ping smiled at Mu Chun. "How can I tell her? I can't, I can never do it, just let her think I'm sorry for her, let her think I'm a criminal, let her be disappointed with me."

When He Ping said these words, there was no sadness on his face. Mu Chun believed that this face and the expression on this face were after countless training.

He must have experienced the initial pain, and now he is as calm as if he is telling someone else's story.

He practiced in his mind countless times until the painful experience became slightly numb.

He Ping told Mu Chun the story of their acquaintance, love and marriage. Mu Chun stood quietly and listened attentively.

Mu Chun heard the same story from Bai Lu not long ago.

"That's it. She is an angel, an angel who never grows up. She should stay in the garden forever. It was me who almost made her give up the piano because of my selfishness.

I always hope that I can be stronger. Maybe I am a little overconfident. I hope I can be stronger than the piano. After all, for children like us who grew up learning musical instruments, musical instruments are our friends and have deep feelings with us, and this feeling is very private.

For me, there will always be a lingering thought. I will think that I disturbed Bai Lu's connection with the piano, and she gave up her dream of becoming a performer and engaged in a job that she may not like very much.

After gradually moving away from the piano, her emotions almost all turned to me and our relationship. I was immersed in it and didn't want to come out. Who would want to come out, right?"

He Ping winked at Mu Chun, as if to say that we are all men and we all understand.

"Bai Lu depends on you very much." Mu Chun said.

He Ping shook his head, "Doctor Mu likes Bai Lu, right? She is a girl that everyone loves. And it is easy for you doctors to fall in love with your patients. I have heard of many doctors or nurses marrying their patients. It seems that it is easier to have feelings in the psychosomatic department. Bai Lu should also like Doctor Mu Chun."

Mu Chun wanted to explain that it was not what he thought. Seeing He Ping coughing again, Mu Chun held back and did not speak.

"Your videos are very popular. I can see that Bai Lu also likes doctors, so I am relieved to be with you."

"Impossible." Mu Chun suddenly said.

"What?"

"I said it's impossible. My feelings for Bai Lu are not the kind of love between men and women you said, and Bai Lu's feelings for me are not love between men and women. We are just a therapeutic relationship, a doctor and a patient."

He Ping looked at Mu Chun's cold look, which was completely different from the feeling Mu Chun usually gave people.

Mu Chun saw He Ping's doubts, so he repeated it again. He leaned against the wall, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and looked at He Ping calmly and decisively.

"I thought you liked Bai Lu." He Ping lowered his head and said.

"That's what you hope for. You are making up a future that is as stable as possible. This future can satisfy your wish to hide your pain. You just don't like to be a loser in front of Bai Lu, an incompetent person, or you don't like to be a person who has no control over life, right?"

Mu Chun said slowly, his eyes always following He Ping's eyes. Although He Ping always lowered his head, as long as He Ping raised his head, he would bump into Mu Chun's focused eyes.

In He Ping's view, Mu Chun was particularly majestic at this moment.

After being hit by Mu Chun, He Ping did not give up but continued: "If Bai Lu likes you, that's a good thing."

Mu Chun shook his head vigorously, walked to He Ping, and patted his shoulder, "No, Bai Lu doesn't like me either. She has always liked you, but you are right. She is just a little girl who can't grow up, and now the person she depends on most has abandoned her. I am not sure whether she can regain the courage to continue living. For me, this is simply a hard mode task, because you can do something well but choose not to do it well. You obviously like her but drive her away in an overly dramatic way, just because of what I said just now."

"You said I am afraid of being a loser?"

"Isn't it?" Mu Chun questioned clearly.

He Ping turned his face away, tears shining in his eyes.

"I understand this feeling, but can we think of some better ways, or I will tell you a story." Mu Chun walked to the water dispenser, took a paper cup, and walked back to He Ping.