Chapter 421 The Unspeakable Reverse Scale

The canteen picked a big and sweet watermelon. And it was chilled, which was delicious in summer.

Zhong Lan stayed in the ward for an afternoon. She ate almost all of the big watermelon. Her belly was so round that she could hardly walk when she left.

"Brother, you should take good care of yourself in the hospital. Director Li is a great doctor, you must listen to him."

When they parted, Zhong Lan told her brother to take care of himself like a little adult.

Zhong Yuan sighed secretly.

What a great doctor, a watermelon won over his sister.

At this time, Li Dao looked at his watch and said, "Zhong Lan, it's rush hour now, don't take the bus, I'll drive you home."

Zhong Lan hesitated and whispered, "Thank you Director Li, I can go back by myself."

It was only the first day we met, how could I trouble him?

And Li Dao really thought it was too dangerous for the little girl to go home alone, so he wanted to escort her.

Since she didn't want to, he didn't insist.

Zhong Yuan didn't worry about the danger of his sister going home alone. Getting in Li Dao's car would make it easier to get involved in dangerous incidents.

So, Zhong Yuan sent his sister away and continued to stay in the room.

Not allowed to watch TV or look at the phone, what else can he do?

Play chess.

Li Dao took a set of Go from the office.

"Do you know how to play? If not, I can teach you. If you really can't, Gobang is also OK."

Zhong Yuan thought about it and said, "I know a little."

I used to work in a Go school, helping people draw chess records and pack chess pieces. It was both brain-consuming and could not make mistakes. The pay was low, so I stopped doing it later.

However, I learned Go by watching.

The game started.

Zhong Yuan played black chess first, and Li Dao gave up ten points.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Dao frowned and murmured, "Zhong Yuan, your chess skills are not bad. I am a certified amateur 7th dan after all."

"Oh, then hurry up, I'm going to fall asleep."

Another quarter of an hour later, Li Dao looked ugly and resigned in the middle of the game.

In fact, Li Dao doesn't have many hobbies, but he is obsessed with chess. He often plays chess with people on the Internet, and there are many masters among them.

Originally, he just wanted to help Zhong Yuan kill time and teach him how to play chess, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated in one game.

He was unwilling to give up and said, "Let's play another game. I didn't play well just now. I won't let you win this game."

Zhong Yuan said casually, "Okay."

In the second game, Zhong Yuan guessed the pieces and guessed correctly, so he took the black pieces first.

Li Dao grabbed a handful of white pieces in his hand and said, "Odd or even?"

Zhong Yuan said lazily, "Even."

Li Dao was startled and had a tentative intention. He asked again, "Then guess, how many pieces are there?"

Zhong Yuan said without thinking, "Eight pieces."

With the ability to predict, are you still afraid of guessing wrong?

Although there is no picture, as long as you have a little premonition, it will be deadly accurate.

Li Dao spread out his palm, and it turned out that exactly eight white pieces fell on the table.

Is it just a coincidence?

His heart was beating wildly, as if he had made a new discovery, and his eyes looked at Zhong Yuan differently.

Zhong Yuan said nonchalantly, "I'll go first."

Li Dao swallowed nervously and said, "I won't let you win this game."

"Oh."

Thirty minutes later, Li Dao was sweating profusely and began to doubt his life. His hands holding the white chess pieces were shaking.

"It's impossible... you actually swallowed my dragon..."

Zhong Yuan held his cheek with his hand and said casually, "You're too bad. It's boring to play chess with you."

Li Dao almost couldn't catch his breath and said dryly, "I... I'm an amateur 7th dan after all!"

Zhong Yuan said bluntly, "Bad."

"…………"

I forgot to mention that the place where Zhong Yuan used to work was called the National Olympic Go Academy in Shangdong City, which specializes in training professional players.

There was once a strange story circulating there.

Two years ago, the chess Buddha from Simi came to exchange ideas.

The translator got the time wrong, the chess Buddha came too early, and the chess players from China hadn't arrived yet.

He saw a kid arranging chess records in the chess hall, and for some reason, he wanted to teach him.

He played three games in a row when no one was around.

Then...

Chess Buddha returned home in the afternoon.

A month later, he published the chess records at that time, and declared that he would never enter China if he didn't crack them.

Unfortunately, the mysterious kid who played chess with Chess Buddha never appeared again since then.

Later, he was honored as the little god of Chinese Go by chess players in Simi Country...

Every time Zhong Yuan saw Go, he would think of that unbearable experience.

During the winter vacation of the second year of junior high school, he had nothing to do, and found that the chess academy was recruiting people, so he went to work. (Actually, it was recruiting students)

A group of old aunts bullied him because he was young and offered him a salary of ten yuan an hour!

He worked hard for four hours, but only got forty yuan, and the round-trip fare was twenty yuan!

It was a big loss!

He left after two weeks.

At this time, playing chess with people again, I didn't feel unfamiliar.

Zhong Yuan looked at Li Dao and found that he was about to collapse. He couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

Li Dao's lips trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "One more...one more game!"

"Oh."

He looked so pitiful that even Zhong Yuan couldn't help but feel sympathy.

He deliberately played the third game to the end, and only won fifteen pieces from him.

When he put away the chessboard, Li Dao's eyes lost their light.

He secretly swore that he would never play chess with Zhong Yuan again!

It was terrible! Zhong Yuan was not only a natural king, but also a top strategist. He made plans and destroyed the enemy's masts and oars!

More than ten chess pieces were crushed by Li Dao.

It was getting dark, and it was time for dinner.

Several nurses were chatting in front of the nurses' desk.

"Why hasn't Director Li left yet?"

"I heard that he stayed in Ward 808 this afternoon and transferred Wang Yue away."

"Is Director Li the attending physician of the little boy in Ward 808? The child is in a very bad condition?"

"How could that be? The blood test reports are all good."

"When I sent slippers over before, I saw a lot of shoes on the ground."

"Director Li bought them for him. Maybe they are children of Director Li's relatives."

Everyone working on the eighth floor is familiar with Li Dao's temper. He is neither cold nor warm to anyone, and rarely treats a patient so patiently. It is rare to stay for an afternoon for a person.

In the ward, Zhong Yuan had dinner under Li Dao's supervision.

Five dishes and one soup, as rich as lunch.

The watermelon was replaced with a bunch of grapes.

Li Dao said with a serious expression, "I heard that you only ate half of your lunch. No wonder you are not tall, and your feet are smaller than girls'!"

Jong Yuan was furious, "You still say that?"

Haha, it seems that height is his Achilles' heel, and it's hard to say...

Li Dao seemed to have regained some ground, and smiled and smoothed Zhong Yuan's hair, "Okay, okay, don't say it, don't be angry."

He deliberately changed the subject and said, "The female doctor who was in charge of you before, did she touch you?"

Jong Yuan was stunned and whispered, "No."

Li Dao understood and said, "I will transfer her away so that she won't harass you again."

Jong Yuan frowned and said, "Why are you telling me this? It has nothing to do with me if you transfer people away. I won't eat anymore."

The lunch box was pushed away, and more than half was left.

Although the amount of food was much larger than the normal amount, there was not so much left.

Li Dao frowned.

The canteen found a five-star chef to cook for the eighth floor of the inpatient department. The food was delicious and people with normal taste would not find it unpalatable.

So, is he picky about food?

Or is there something wrong with his sense of taste?

Or is he feeling uncomfortable somewhere?

All of the above are wrong.

Zhong Yuan is used to eating only two meals a day, and his appetite is simply not large.