Doctor Wollene? Wallen looked down at herself, could it be because of the white coat on her body, Xiaoli mistook her for a doctor.

The work clothes of the doctors and nurses in Hospital Z are all white coats, and the styles are slightly different, but it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish doctors and nurses from the style of white coats, but according to the hats on their heads, and then according to their conversation.

Nurses must wear a nurse's hat when they go to work, doctors must wear a doctor's hat when performing surgery, and at other times, wear a hat or not as the doctor pleases.

Xiaoli should have been new for a long time, she is still in the stage of internship observation, she does not know many people, and she cannot accurately distinguish between doctors and nurses, she concludes that Wallen is a doctor based on the fact that she does not wear a hat.

The object of the questioning left, Bai Lao was a little dazed, and lowered his head again and began to cut paper.

Wallen choked in her throat, and Bai Lao was really cutting himself.

She restrained her mood and asked Bai Lao with a smile: "Bai Lao, are you cutting yourself?"

Bai Lao opened the paper-cut not only by people, but also by objects around people, what these objects were, she really didn't recognize them.

"Warleen, are you here?" Old Bai raised his head and answered the question, his eyes were blank, but his tone was joyful.

"Yes, Bai Lao, I'm here, what are you cutting yourself for?" asked Warlene with a smile.

At this time, the feeling that Bai Lao gave to Volin was not a tendon that she had been, nor was it an ordinary person who had talked to her before, but a chaos in between, and Warlene didn't know how to face such a white elder's eyes, she turned to look at the colored paper that Bai Lao was cutting in his hand.

Bai Lao didn't answer, he cut the colored paper in his hand seriously, but it was not as neat as the last time when Warlene accompanied him, he looked distressed and hesitated, the scissors did not hang on the index finger and thumb as before, but kept the cutting posture for a long time.

Warlene asked Bai Lao, "Bai Lao, can I take a look at those paper cuts of yours?"

She thought, probably Bai Lao didn't know what kind of self to cut, if she looked at the colored paper that Bai Lao put away, maybe she could give Bai Lao a hint?

I'm not sure, but always give it a try.

With a flick of his hand, the white veteran hung the scissors upside down on his index finger and thumb, took the paper cut on the pillow, and handed it to Warlene.

Wallen didn't dare to look at Bai Lao's eyes, and opened the paper cutouts one by one to look carefully.

It may be the reason why Bai Lao kept changing his mind due to hesitation when cutting paper, and Volin's limited knowledge means that in addition to being able to see the human form in it, no matter how many times she repeats it, she still can't see anything other than people.

Deflated in her heart, Wallen sighed, looked at Bai Lao, and greeted Bai Lao's question: "Is it like?"

What the hell is it going to look like, Wallen wants to cry.

Thinking of the layout in the corridor, Warlene asked Bai Lao: "Are all those hanging ornaments and paper cutouts in the corridor cut by Bai Lao?"

She tried to divert Bai Lao's attention from asking her the same question again, and she really didn't know how to answer.

Bai Lao smiled like a child, but the words he said made Warlene want to cry: "Like?"

"Like. Wallen nodded, as if the white old man was asking if the colored paper hanging statues hanging in the hallway were not like.

"You get out of the way. After Bai Lao finished saying to Warling, he got out of bed and pushed Wallen, who had already stood up, to stand at the table, "Don't move!"

Wallen didn't understand what Bai Lao was going to do, she quietly watched Bai Lao pick up the pillow and quilt and put them on the table, lift the sheets, and then lift the quilt, revealing a few red and green oily papers that were clinging to the bed board underneath.