[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 4: Clinic

Jian Hua hung up the phone, and the phone screen automatically returned to the standby desktop.

Against a dark background, the handsome and heroic general held a halberd, his face was tired and covered in blood, but his eyes were sharp and bright, and he could almost turn into a sharp blade and come out of the screen.

Jian Hua silently slid his finger to the settings icon, and skillfully cut out a picture of the scenery and green trees, replacing the official announcement of "Crow" that was originally used as a desktop.

He was hanging saline and glucose in a small clinic.

If it weren't for the good physical foundation, I would be afraid that I wouldn't be able to stand up now.

"Weak like this, still taking a job?" The old doctor in the clinic didn't approve of Jian Hua, they were acquaintances, the old doctor was a retired general doctor, he didn't have too much skill, and he gave people some minor illnesses and pains on weekdays.

Huaicheng is not a particularly prosperous city, but there are two large film and television bases built here, and there are crews filming here almost every day. Many young people with the idea of getting ahead in the film and television industry drifted to Huaicheng to rent a house, and then squeezed the subway every day, bumped through most of the city to the gate of the film and television city, and waited in the cold wind for the crew who needed to perform in a group.

They are living in poverty, have no health insurance, and do not have much money to see a doctor and treat their injuries.

Jian Hua used to be one of them, and he was so familiar with the doctor Cheng Lao in the small clinic.

"Young man, what are you doing so hard?" The old doctor finished wiping his old glass lenses and picked up the stethoscope again, "You haven't eaten for a few days?" Go to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up and recuperate at home for another month! "

Jian Hua smiled bitterly, the body is the capital of life, where is he willing to toss himself like this.

- What happened last night, even if you say it, no one will believe it.

His eyes fell on the teacup on the table, and the water in it suddenly swayed, spilling a little on the table.

Cheng Lao didn't see it, and was still chattering: "Compared with other young people, you are successful enough, you have bought a house in Huaicheng in a few years and have a car." I asked you to quit smoking, find a 9-to-5 job, and live a down-to-earth life. "

Jian Hua was silent.

If he hadn't received that call from Li Fei's economist, he would indeed be ready to leave the film and television industry.

Over the years, I have taken a lot of risks, and the money I have earned has been repaid, but most of them have been used to buy a house and that second-hand car, and I really don't have much savings.

"What kind of work did you just say on the phone, and you want to go to Haicheng to sign a contract, and it will take three hours to take a long-distance bus from Haicheng here, and you are now in this wind-blown virtue?" Cheng Lao blew his beard and glared at him.

Jian Hua pinched his eyebrows and sighed with a headache: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." "

How can there be such an exaggeration when the wind blows, if you are really so vulnerable, you can still go to the clinic for medical treatment?

Cheng Lao glared at him and went to get busy again.

Although it was very noisy here, there were the howls of children refusing to give injections, and the horns of vehicles outside, but the noise happened to be the most reassuring to Jian Hua now, lying in the back of the clinic where Cheng Lao was resting for lunch, Jian Hua was sleepy and fell asleep unconsciously.