Chapter 927: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the male **** of medicine 9

Chapter 927: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the male **** of medicine 9

"It's better to be respectful than to obey. It's just that your body is well maintained. There are many people here, and the airflow is not smooth, which is not good for your health."

Cen Hongwen put his hands in his pockets and commented out of professional inertia. He is usually busy with work and has no time to pay attention to the drama tickets all the time. The tickets purchased are indeed not good.

"Thank you Dr. Cen for your concern. I've gotten better recently, and remember to bring medicine when I go out. Besides, you're still here."

Shu Ange smiled slightly and glanced down at his watch: "It's almost halfway through, we should enter the arena, and if we drag on, it will be closed."

"Alright." Cen Hongwen's mouth twitched, "This is not a hospital, and I won't be too bad for the scenery."

The two entered the main venue one after the other. The lights were on in the venue. Cen Hongwen glanced at it roughly, and the attendance rate was higher than he thought.

The two found a seat. Cen Hongwen was glad that he had a broad vision. He met a half-acquaintance before the opening of the play, otherwise he would not be able to sit in such a good seat now.

Not long after they sat down, the headlights in the center of the venue dimmed. Immediately, the curtain on the stage was slowly pulled up.

The audience in the venue immediately quieted down, and the searchlights cast a bright aperture on the stage, gradually revealing the true faces of the actors.

On occasions such as plays, movies, and concerts, it is most taboo for the audience to be chattering and noisy, so Shu Ange and Cen Hongwen have tacitly kept silent since they took their seats.

Shu Ange's performance surprised Cen Hongwen a little. Maybe it was because he was actively pursued too many times and encountered too many coincidences. He had some suspicions that she was deliberately approaching him.

If Cen Hongwen remembers correctly, Shu Ange is currently married. Although she has been in the hospital for so long, her husband has never appeared.

The play officially started, Cen Hongwen put away his chaotic thoughts and focused on watching the stage.

This is a bitter drama about a pair of male and female protagonists who are in love with each other, but because of various obstacles, they did not get together in the end.

From the point of view of the routine, there is nothing new in this drama, and it belongs to the remake of the classic repertoire of world dramas.

However, the acting skills of the leading actors are very good, the stage tension is excellent, the stage set is also very elegant, and the supporting characters have strong lines and body language expression skills, so the audience offstage is mesmerized, and their heartstrings jump with the progress of the plot.

Life is like a play, everyone follows the plot, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. Even Cen Hongwen, who has always been aloof, could not restrain himself, and there was a touch of sentimentality in his expression.

Especially in the last scene, when the female protagonist held the portrait of the male protagonist and stepped into the water to commit suicide step by step, many audience members at the scene were moved to tears.

Shu Ange moved slightly, her clear eyes showed a little sadness, she dipped her eyes with a handkerchief, and then looked at Cen Hongwen embarrassedly.

The eyes of the two met, and her slightly wet eyes made Cen Hongwen a little surprised and moved.

When a person is middle-aged, it is difficult to shed tears freely and freely when he is emotional, but this forbearance is the most realistic portrayal of life.

The curtain fell, and several leading actors, together with all supporting actors and behind-the-scenes staff, bowed in front of the stage and called the curtain.

After the show was over, Shu Ange and Cen Hongwen didn't rush to leave, and when the crowd was almost dispersed, they got up.

The air in the room was dirty, Shu Ange sat for a long time, and after getting up, he couldn't help coughing a few times.

She walked side by side with Cen Hongwen outside the venue. In order to ease the embarrassment, Shu Ange opened the chat box: "Doctor Cen, how did you get today? I think that in today's drama, all the actors are relaxed, their lines and acting skills are very good, and the scenery is also very good. It is very in line with the background of the times. Moreover, the plot is compact and contagious, which is considered the last good experience.”

Shu Ange's comments did not use too many gorgeous words, nor did they focus on the relationship between the hero and heroine.

After Cen Hongwen heard it, she had a new understanding of her appreciation level.

Different from the superficial comments of others, Shu Ange's few words were completely on point. If it weren't for the in-depth study of the dialogue drama, it would be impossible to say such a thing at all.

"It seems that Miss Ding is also a good friend, and she has done a lot of research on dialogue dramas."

Cen Hongwen is free and easy by nature, and he doesn't like to be mean-spirited, so it's not easy to get a compliment from him.

In this era, fewer and fewer people like Go and drama, and meeting a friend who can talk to each other is also a good gain for Cen Hongwen.

Shu Ange lowered his eyes and smiled, and said modestly, "I only know a little bit about fur. I couldn't help it just now, and I was embarrassed in front of an expert like you, Dr. Cen."

"No, your comments are accurate. In terms of drama, I can only be considered a fancier, not a master."

Cen Hongwen turned his head to the side, stared at Shu Ange, and made no secret of the appreciation in his eyes.

"A fancier? Do you usually make cameos on stage?"

Shu Ange asked with great interest, the smile on his cheeks getting deeper and deeper.

The two walked out of the theater door again without knowing it. The cold wind was blowing on her thin body, and Shu Ange's face became paler.

"The hospital is too busy. When I was in college, I joined the drama club and participated in several performances."

Shu Ange's eyes widened and she was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that Dr. Cen liked to act in dramas so much when he was in college. It's a pity that I couldn't be there to watch it."

"I really don't look like someone who can act in a drama. You're not the first to think so."

"Haha, because most of the people in the world are vulgar and can't see the essence through the phenomenon. It's getting late, I'll go first, Dr. Cen will see you another day."

Shu Ange smiled lightly and waved at Cen Hongwen. She just took a few steps when her chest suddenly throbbed.

Maybe it was because of the cold wind, Shu Ange bent over to endure the pain conditioned reflex, caressing his chest with one hand, and groping for the medicine in the bag with the other hand.

Gentleman Cen Hongwen watched Shu Ange leave and just saw this scene.

Out of professional sensitivity and familiarity with Shu Ange's condition, he frowned, ran a few steps, took the satchel from Shu Ange's hand, and took out her water glass and small medicine bottle.

Cen Hongwen skillfully unscrewed the bottle cap, took out a small white tablet, placed it in Shu Ange's palm, and handed the water over.

Shu Ange didn't say much. He raised his head and took the medicine. After a few minutes, he felt better.

She straightened up and smiled gratefully at Cen Hongwen: "Doctor Cen, I saved me again, I really don't know how to thank you."

In the dim streetlights, Shu Ange's face as white as jade, because of a heart attack, showed a faint blush, showing a different kind of taste.

Cen Hongwen looked at Shu Ange, he cleared his throat, and said calmly: "I can't let my patient go home alone after the illness. If something happens to you, I will blame myself for it, and so will your family. Sad. So, I decided to drive you home."