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    After sending away the last outpatient, Yan Yibo looked out the window and began to echo Ming Luo's words yesterday in his ears.

    In the eyes of others, he has been the best in everything he did since he was a child, but he failed when it came to Ming Luo

    ¡°Knock knock¡ª¡ª¡± There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Yan Yibo looked back.

    Mo Xiao appeared alive again.

    "Dr. Yan, it's been four days and the incision is not infected. I'll check again." She said as if she always looked indifferent.

    Yan Yibo sunk his eyes, closed the medical records on the table and told her: "The outpatient clinic is over today." He put the pen away and put it in his white coat, got up and left.

    "Now that the official business is over, can we talk about private matters?" Mo Xiao caught up with her, her high heels clicking again.

    Yan Yibo suddenly stopped, and Mo Xiao didn't stop and bumped into his back.

    "Yan Yibo" Mo Xiao muttered, covering his painful nose, and then lost his voice midway.

    No, he is Dr. Yan now.

    "I'm sorry, I bumped into you." When she spoke again, she moved away from him for a while.

    Yan Yibo looked at her who was lowering her head and rubbing her nose. He was thinking that she would still call him by his name, but was the woman in front of him really the same girl back then?

    "Yan Yibo, you bumped into me!" At that time, she would jump on his back like a gummy candy and hit his head with her head. Then she would feel pain from the bump and then yell out: "Why does it hurt so much when you hit someone with your head?"  ah!"

    But he just held her firmly with his hand, carrying her on his back and walking away with a smile: "Hey, who bumped into whom?"

    Now he can no longer laugh. This woman's every move and gesture makes him feel strange.

    He turned around and left the clinic. Now that she was there, he couldn't even breathe.

    Mo Xiao listened to the sound of his leaving footsteps, and the mist in front of his eyes blocked his vision, making it look blurry and almost falling.

    Mo Xiao sniffed and her vision became clear again.

    She told herself: Mo Xiao, that¡¯s great, you¡¯re leaning on that back again, aren¡¯t you?

    When Yan Yibo returned to the office, he saw the nurse pushing the old man who had been abandoned by his son towards him.

    "Doctor Yan." The nurse greeted him.

    Yan Yibo nodded and asked her: "Where are you going?"

    "The old man couldn't lie down in the ward. He always pointed out the window and called his son. I just wanted to push him to go for a walk in the garden to bask in the sun." The nurse told him with a sigh.

    Yan Yibo glanced at the old man, his mental state getting worse.

    "You go and rest, I'll do it." He said to the nurse, and took the old man's wheelchair.

    "But Dr. Yan, you just finished the clinic and haven't had lunch yet." The nurse hesitated.

    "It's okay. I'll stay with him for a while and then send him back. You go and do your work first." Yan Yibo had already pushed the old man towards the garden.

    The nurse had no choice but to leave alone. Yan Yibo pushed the old man into the garden. The sun shone warmly on the two of them.

    "Old man, do you think the sun is nice?" he asked the old man with a smile.

    The old man nodded, and then murmured: "Son, grandson"

    Yan Yibo listened to his whisper, walked gently to him and squatted down. He took out a nail clipper from his bag, then held one of the old man's hands and started to cut his nails. It took a long time to clean them.  , the old man¡¯s nails were very long and a little dirty. Yan Yibo patiently cut each one and told him: "Your son went to work to earn money to treat you. He was afraid that you would not want to stay in the hospital for a good medical treatment, so he left first."  Yes, you eat and sleep well in the hospital. The disease will gradually heal and he will come back."

    The old man shook his head: "No, not in the hospital, go home."

    Yan Yibo raised his eyes and looked at him to coax him: "You have to be obedient. If you are obedient, I will ask him to come and take you home early, okay?"

    The old man held his hand tightly and nodded: "Be obedient and listen to the doctor."

    Yan Yibo also nodded and helped him cut his other hand.

    "Youdoctor." Suddenly, the old man raised a clipped fingertip and pointed at him and said: "Doctor, I listen to you."

    Yan Yibo took a look and saw that he was referring to the white coat he was wearing. It seemed that he remembered many common sense things.  So he took off his white coat and said to the old man: "My name is not doctor, my name is Mr. Xiaoyan."

    "Xiaoyan."

    Yan Yibo smiled: "Yes, Xiaoyan."

    Mo Xiao stood not far away and watched this scene. Under the sun, his figure seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, shining as brightly as before.??He is still the kindest Yan Yibo with the softest heart.  Just like that, she also smiled stupidly.

    Yan Yibo, it¡¯s really nice to see you again

    Yan Yibo returned to the office after seeing the old man off, and saw Mo Xiao sitting in the corridor in front of the department. She was lowering her head and not knowing what to think, and raised her eyes when she heard his footsteps.

    "You're back?"

    Yan Yibo stopped and clenched his hands in his white coat.

    At one time, he thought she would always stand there and say to him, "Are you back?" But now that he really heard it, he found it ironic.

    "That you haven't given me the timetable yet." Mo Xiao stood up and told him.

    "Is this the private matter you're talking about?" Yan Yibo stood there and asked, his tone indifferent.

    Mo Xiao nodded: "Well, yes." Otherwise?

    Yan Yibo said nothing and walked directly into the department. When passing Mo Xiao, she felt like she heard his sneer.

    She thought that she must have heard wrong. Eight years later, he probably didn¡¯t even want to hate her anymore.

    After getting the timetable, Mo Xiao had no reason to stay any longer. After saying goodbye to Xie, he was about to leave and heard his voice again: "You are a reporter. In addition to interviews, you can also write articles and news, right?"

    Mo Xiao stopped and said, "Yes."

    "Can you make a news release for me? It has nothing to do with the hospital, it's in my own name."

    Mo Xiao replied almost without thinking: "Okay, sure."

    It should be about the old man.

    Yan Yibo seemed to soften his tone when he spoke again: "That's troublesome."

    Mo Xiao shrugged: "You're welcome."

    ***

    So Mo Xiao took the photographer to the old man to collect materials without Xiao Yan¡¯s permission.

    She will definitely help the old man find his son, that¡¯s what he wants to do.

    In order not to conflict with the time for special topics, Mo Xiao worked overtime at night to write news about the elderly. When he was about to go home from get off work, he realized that the notebook for collecting materials seemed to be left behind in the general surgery department.  She took a taxi to the hospital, but the nurse didn't let her enter the department because it was too late.

    "If you go to the emergency room to see a doctor at night, you should register first."

    "I'm here to get the things I left behind during the day." Mo Xiao told her.

    The nurse looked her up and down: "Whose patient are you?" She regarded her as a patient.

    Mo Xiao thought for a while but did not explain: "Doctor Yan."

    The nurse raised her hand and pointed to an infusion room: "It just so happens that Dr. Yan hasn't left yet. You should talk to him first."

    Thinking that he was going to the emergency room tonight, Mo Xiao thanked him and walked to the infusion room. When he got closer, he realized that it was a children's infusion room.

    I thought the nurse pointed the wrong way, but just as I was about to turn around, I caught a glimpse of that figure from the window.  He was not wearing a white coat and was currently sitting on the infusion chair with his small body crossed. A nurse wearing a mask was standing in front of them hanging an infusion bag.

    After the arm was tied and disinfected, the nurse took out the needle and started pricking it. This prick made Ming Luo, who was sleeping in Yan Yibo's arms, wake up with pain.

    "It hurts" He groaned, with a hint of crying.

    "His blood vessels are too thin." The nurse who performed the injection explained.

    Yan Yibo reached out and gently held the pricked left hand. He frowned slightly and wanted to say something but didn't say anything.  It was probably because he caught a cold at school that Ming Luo suddenly suffered from vomiting and diarrhea at night. He had been in poor health since childhood and would catch a cold whenever he caught a cold, but this time it was viral.

    After inserting the needle, the nurse fixed it with an infusion patch and adjusted the drip speed. She said hello to Yan Yibo and left.

    Ming Luo fell into a drowsy sleep again. Yan Yibo's gaze only fell on his face from beginning to end. The hand holding his was also gently rubbing around his little hand where the needle had been inserted. At the same time, the other hand also  Hold his right hand tightly.

    Suddenly, Yan Yibo handed his right hand to his lips and kissed the palm.

    This series of actions made Mo Xiao, who was standing outside the window, feel both familiar and unfamiliar, including his eyes.

    So who is this child?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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