I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

Zhou Mo was full of apology and shame, "Yes, my name is Zhou Mo."

"Zhou Mo? Miss Zhou is here?" Du Moliang, who was already lying on the ground, suddenly became excited, and said vaguely to the man huddled into a dead body on the sofa: "Han Chen! Your Miss Zhou is here! Hurry up!" stand up."

The sober three were embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'll take Han Chen back right away," Zhou Mo apologized one after another.

After all, it is very rude to drink at someone's home and get drunk like mud.

But Han Chen has already done this, lying drunk on the sofa like a dead pig, she has no other choice but to apologize and get him away.

Fortunately, Du Moyou was kind, she reminded, "Ah Cheng, you help Miss Zhou send Han Chen back, she can't move alone."

Zhou Mo bowed again and again to express his thanks.

Zhong Zhicheng picked Han Chen up from the sofa, and Zhou Mo reached out to support Han Chen on the other side.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhong." Zhou Mo said.

"You're welcome," Zhong Zhicheng put one arm of Han Chen on his shoulder, Zhou Mo supported the other, and Han Chen staggered and was carried out of Du Moliang's house.

"Don't go, don't go, Han Chen, don't go!" Zongzheng, who was spitting in the trash can, said coherently as if a blender was installed in his mouth.

Zhou Mo turned around and wanted to ask if there was anything else.

Du Moyou said, "He's talking nonsense, it's okay."

Zhou Mo apologized again, "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble today."

"It's okay, send Han Chen back to rest."

Zhou Mo and Zhong Zhicheng carried Han Chen out.

Behind him, Du Moyou's voice came faintly.

"Look at you, if I'm not here for a few days, you'll be lawless and messed up like this? And bring Du Morian with you, you two... Really, do you want to piss me off together?"

"No, I was wrong, Moyou, I was really wrong," Zongzheng's voice was extremely soft, which did not match his rough appearance at all, "Youyou, wife, daughter-in-law...I was wrong...vomit..."

Zhou Mo was a little embarrassed.

Go to the door of Han Chen's house.

Zhong Zhicheng's face was like an iceberg, and he said calmly: "The key should be on him, you can find it."

Zhou Mo touched both pockets of Han Chen's trousers, found the key on the left, and opened the door of Han Chen's house.

Zhong Zhicheng grabbed Han Chen's waist and dragged him in.

Zhou Mo followed immediately, opened the door of Han Chen's bedroom, and turned on the switch next to it.

Zhong Zhicheng threw Han Chen on the bed and straightened him up.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Zhong."

Zhou Mo hated Han Chen a little bit. She didn't know any people here, and Zhou Mo couldn't keep his face when he troubled him like this.

I don't know what Han Chen was thinking, but he lost his composure today.

"Take care of him." Zhong Zhicheng put two fingers on Han Chen's carotid artery and pinched for a while. "The heart rate is normal. You can get him some honey water to drink later, which can promote alcohol metabolism."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

Zhong Zhicheng nodded, turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the outer door behind him.

Looking at the intoxicated person on the bed, Zhou Mo couldn't help sighing, how much debt she owed Han Chen for asking her to keep apologizing for him today.

Going around to the end of the bed, she helped Han Chen take off his shoes, took them to the door, and came in with slippers.

Han Chen turned over and lay on his side hugging the pillow, with half of his face buried in the pillow.

Zhou Mo pulled out the pillow, fearing that he would cover himself while sleeping like this, and his breathing would be difficult.

But Han Chen didn't let go, and Zhou Mo couldn't hold back either.

Seeming to be annoyed by being dragged, Han Chen grabbed Zhou Mo's forearm, "Momo."

Zhou Mo was startled, she let go of her hand suddenly, and at the same time got rid of Han Chen's entanglement.

"Momo, I feel bad."

Han Chen put his whole face into the pillow, his voice muffled by the pillow, hoarse and deep.

When calling her name, his voice was soft and soft, completely different from the past, silky, slipping into Zhou Mo's heart, rippling.

"Momo..."

Han Chen yelled indiscriminately.

Zhou Mo's heart swelled so much that she even forgot to breathe. She stood by the bed blankly, and it took a long while before she came back to her senses.

He turned around and went to the bathroom to find towels, brought a basin of water, and simply wiped Han Chen's body, face, hands, and arms.

Because of being drunk, Han Chen's honey-colored skin was slightly pink, especially his face, where the two blushes were the most obvious.

Zhou Mo knew about his face when he drank.

Zhou Mo also knows that people who drink alcohol to show their faces are actually poor drinkers and lack the alcohol dehydrogenase and acetaldehyde dehydrogenase that the human body needs to hangover.

He straightened Han Chen and asked him to lie on his back. Han Chen didn't seem to like sleeping on his back very much, and insisted on lying on his side. The posture was similar to the most primitive curled up state of a baby.

The alcohol burned his neck red, and Zhou Mo once thought he had a fever, so he tried to touch his forehead.

She forgot that her hands had just touched the water, and when her cold hands touched Han Chen's forehead, his brows twitched involuntarily.

Zhou Mo's palm was hit by the hot ironing. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but the back of her hand was covered by Han Chen's hot palm in the next moment.

With a slight force, he grabbed the back of her hand and took it off. He turned his head slightly, his eyes half-opened in a daze, and he didn't know if he was really awake or pretending to be asleep.

"Momo... I feel bad."

He kept repeating this sentence, and every time he said it, Zhou Mo's heart was hit softly, and his cheeks felt warm.

"You deserve it, who made you drink," Zhou Mo said angrily.

"Hmph..." Han Chen seemed to have listened, and was a little dissatisfied. He squeezed her hand tightly, put her arm in his arms, and buried half of his face in the pillow.

He looked like a child who was bullied, then came to complain to his parents, and was disciplined by his parents.

There is only one word inside and out - wronged Baba.

Zhou Moxin said, what is wrong with him?She is the one who is wronged.

In the middle of the night, I ran over to apologize to him and take care of him.

"Momo, I'm so uncomfortable, really..." The voice dragged on longer and longer, and melted silkily into Zhou Mo's eardrums, and then entered his heart with the blood.

Zhou Mo thinks that he must be really drunk and not conscious, but his body is also uncomfortable, which is why he is so tormenting.

It was rare for her to ask patiently like a child, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

He took Zhou Mo's hand and pressed it against the diaphragm between the chest and abdomen, "It's uncomfortable here, especially uncomfortable."

Zhou Mo couldn't figure out where it was, "Is it stomach upset? How about some milk?"

Han Chen shook his head, not sure if it was because his stomach was hurting, or he didn't want to drink milk.

"I'll get you some milk." Zhou Mo grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand back, but Han Chen refused to let him, and held him tightly.

"Here, right here, uncomfortable."

He still pressed her hand against the diaphragm.

In that position, the chest is not the chest, and the abdomen is not the abdomen. Zhou Mo has no way to locate the organs according to anatomy.

"It's here."

He groaned in pain.

Zhou Mo was worried that he was not really feeling well, "How about we go to the hospital?"

"There's no need to go to the hospital. The hospital can't cure my illness."

Zhou Mo was speechless, "What's the disease? Is it a hypocritical disease? Han Chen, don't push yourself!"