I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

Han Chen immediately smiled in relief, "Of course not."

"Just kidding," Zhou Mo smiled, and then swept away all three cards and one passbook on the table, holding them in his hands and signaling to Han Chen, "I'll take them all away. You have more foreign debts than assets now. You have to keep your spending under control."

"Yes." Han Chen smiled.

Zhou Mo looked at the things in his hand, and suddenly asked Han Chen, "I feel like we are playing house."

Han Chen: "I haven't."

"Of course you didn't. I'm playing house, and you're serious about playing house. We're different," Zhou Mo joked, and she asked again, "How much did you borrow from Liang Dongyan?"

"Just 20 million."

"'Just'?" Zhou Mo exclaimed, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language."

Han Chen thought for a moment, "A lot, half a year's salary."

"It's almost the same," Zhou Mo was reluctantly satisfied, "How and when should I pay it back, have you thought about it?"

Han Chen was very cooperative, "Work hard to earn money, and try to pay it off by the end of this year."

"Apart from anything else, some of your points are quite satisfying." Zhou Mo smiled comfortably.

Han Chen smiled, and the corners of his lips fluttered.

"Eat quickly, the noodles are lumpy," Zhou Mo urged.

Han Chen nodded, picked up the chopsticks and started.

Zhou Mo ate a few mouthfuls, then secretly raised his eyes and glanced at Han Chen curiously.

She wanted to know what it was like to eat when he was hungry.

I thought that if Han Chen wasn't gobbling it, at least he was eating it. After all, she was so hungry that she was gobbling it up, but Han Chen still chewed slowly and gracefully.

I have to say that Han Chen's manners are really good.

After the two of them finished their meal, Han Chen took the initiative to undertake the task of cleaning the dishes, Zhou Mo let him do it, and turned around to go to the living room, turned on the TV, and played a horror movie.

When Han Chen came out of the kitchen, he saw Zhou Mo hugging the pillow, leaning on the back of the sofa, staring at the TV intently.

The sound from the TV, the cold wind howling, ghosts crying and wolves howling.

He went to the living room and sat next to her.

"Are you afraid?" Zhou Mo asked.

"Horror movie?" Han Chen asked back.

"It seems like we've never watched a movie together," Zhou Mo realized, "I don't know what you like to watch. If you don't dare to watch it, I won't let it go."

"It's okay, just watch," Han Chen said.

Zhou Mo glanced at him, and then returned to the screen, "You are always like this, you never say what you like or dislike."

"I don't choose."

Zhou Mo was annoyed, "You mean I choose?"

"No," Han Chen immediately vetoed, "I really don't like anything in particular."

"What about model airplanes?" Zhou Mo asked, "Didn't you like model airplanes very much before?"

Han Chen's eyelids drooped slightly, "I haven't touched those things since I gave them away."

Zhou Mo pressed the remote control to turn off the TV, "You don't feel sorry for your only hobby."

"No pity."

Zhou Mo put down the pillow, moved to Han Chen's side, and bumped his legs against him.

Han Chen froze for a moment, his whole body froze.

"Can you fix your problem?" Zhou Mo said in a discussive tone.

Han Chen's focus was all on his legs, "What's wrong." He tried his best to control his voice.

"Don't say clearly, what you like and what you don't like, don't say clearly."

The fresh and elegant fragrance of lily of the valley wafted, Han Chen seemed to be bewitched by the smell, his breathing was difficult, he moved a little to the side.

Because of his actions, Zhou Mo realized that she was too close to him in a hurry, so she also moved away.

"You've been like this all the time. I'm not the roundworm in your stomach. If you don't tell me, how will I know what you really think."

"Ah."

Zhou Mo is dry, and he is like this again.

"'Huh'? What does 'huh' mean?"

"I'll try to be as clear as possible."

Zhou Mo was barely satisfied.

But looking at Han Chen again, seeing his straight back and serious appearance, Zhou Mo was immediately discouraged.

"Forget it, it's been more than ten years, and you're still like this. I guess you won't be able to change it."

Zhou Mo gave up.

If Han Chen could change it, he would have changed it long ago.

"I'll try."

Zhou Mo nodded copiously, she didn't believe it at all.

"Tomorrow...can you go to Zong Yi's birthday party?" Han Chen asked suddenly.

Zhou Mo was alert for a moment, "Don't say that you came to find me today, and you made a big circle just for this matter."

"No," Han Chen quickly denied, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

Zhou Mo barely understood Han Chen's meaning, "In future chats, don't change the topic too quickly, and read the content before and after, otherwise people will misunderstand."

Han Chen: "Sorry, I will pay attention in the future."

Zhou Mo wanted to be arrogant for a while, but Han Chen admitted his mistake too quickly today. Seeing her a little upset, he apologized. Zhou Mo couldn't resist such a "soft" Han Chen.

In terms of head-to-head, Zhou Mo thought he had never lost to Han Chen, but when Han Chen's attitude softened, Zhou Mo seemed to be pinched seven inches, and he couldn't get angry even if he wanted to.

He was so obedient, so obedient that Zhou Mo felt that he was bullying others.

"You helped Liang Dongyan, can you forgive the debt?" Zhou Mo asked.

"Yes," Han Chen said, "not only can the debt be forgiven, but it is also possible to make money."

"Oh?" Zhou Mo was curious, "How to say?"

"If Liang Dongyan's patent registration project is completed, I will issue a patent in the future, and he can find someone to operate it. If it can be sold, I can get the patent fee."

"How many?" Zhou Mo was curious.

"Depending on the specific content of the patent, hundreds of thousands or millions are possible."

Zhou Mo's eyes lit up instantly, and he was extremely envious, "Your ability to make money is fine, and I will hug my thigh from now on."

Han Chenyang smiled slightly, "It's stuck in your hand."

Zhou Mo smiled slightly, but said seriously: "The current policy orientation is basically relying on patents, and even many scientific research institutions have put patents and papers in an equally important position. Publishing papers is a money-losing business. The cost is tens of thousands of dollars, and it is normal for an article to be submitted for a year or so. Patents are different, the review period is short, and the results are produced quickly. Take a stake."

Han Chen's eyes were surprised, "You know so much?"

Zhou Mo was triumphant, "I am also a doctor anyway, so don't underestimate people."

Han Chen smiled comfortingly, "Momo."

"Huh?" Zhou Mo was still wondering if she could make a patent.

Just listen to Han Chen calling her gently.

"Didn't you ask me, would it be a pity to cut off my only hobby?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Zhou Mo didn't understand why he mentioned this.

Han Chen said, "It's not a pity at all, really."

When he encountered a bottleneck in his studies, he also thought about this problem.

At the beginning, it was a desperate choice to study medicine in a fit of anger. Was it worth it?

The sunk cost invested is not only eight years, but also many things. He gave up his hobbies, his life, and disregarded the opposition of his family...too many.

But he persevered in the end and has come to this day.

Because he was afraid of shrinking himself, he simply set a hell-level difficulty goal for himself, to be promoted to the chief physician in the shortest time, so as to motivate and paralyze himself.

For this goal, he lives like a robot, as if in this way he can find the little fun he has left in studying medicine.