Mo Qingqing looked at Xiang Mosheng speechlessly: "Don't tell me that you happened to jump ship, and you happened to jump to this hospital, and then you happened to be assigned to my brother?"

Xiang Mosheng's fox eyes played, his long, straight, thin fingers shook in the air, and corrected: "I happened to change jobs, and then I must have jumped to this hospital, and I was in charge of your brother under normal circumstances, because he was my patient before!"

Mo Qingqing raised his forehead, okay, although it was a little difficult to accept, he flattened his mouth: "I heard from the senior about your affairs, studies, and your achievements, and I also learned about you on the Internet, you ......" raised his head and looked at Xiang Mosheng's puzzled eyes: "It's amazing." ”

The corners of Xiang Mosheng's mouth twitched: "Of course, I know if you don't say it." ”

Mo Qingqing: What's the matter with the person "......", don't you be modest, and then say thank you politely?

For your sake of your flawless half-breed skin and body, forgive you.

"That's ......" Mo Qingqing glanced at Mo Jingxing on the bed.

Xiang Mosheng didn't want to ask Mo Qingqing anything.

"My brother, the chances of recovery ......" Mo Qingqing opened his mouth tentatively, and his heart couldn't help but pinch up, the previous doctors were all powerless and resigned to fate, but what if it was Xiang Mosheng......?

"One hundred percent. Xiang Mosheng stood up with the corners of his lips hooked, his hands in his trouser pockets, his body wearing a white coat, and the clip used for recording was sandwiched between his arms and body.

Mo Qingqing looked up sluggishly: "Huh?"

Xiang Mosheng's eyes were bright, bright, and beautiful: "The chance of recovery is 100%." ”

Mo Qingqing's body began to tremble, covering his face with his hands, and after a while, a slight, suppressed crying sounded in the room, Xiang Mosheng looked at Mo Qingqing who was lying on the side of the bed, and for the first time the whole person exuded a serious temperament.

Xiang Mosheng flattened the folds on the bed, rubbed his hands that were a little sore, and was exhausted...... Don't take care of you, I want me to give you a massage, on the outside of the bracelet, so angry, my thoughts paused, I thought of Mo Qingqing lying on the side of the bed, walked to the bed, and looked at the flowers in the pot next to the bed, the flowers were blooming.

The light brown hair sparkled in the sun, the breeze passed through the window, blowing the corners of the open white coat, blowing up Xiang Mosheng's soft hair, gently caressing every inch of his fair and delicate skin, Xiang Mosheng's delicate hand gently caressed the flower, the corners of his mouth hooked, poppy: comfort.

Xiang Mosheng bowed his head: "For your sister, get better quickly, Mo Jingxing." "One word at a time.

Xiang Mosheng's slender figure in the corridor, flowing hems, poppy: oblivion and first love.

Under the curtains fluttering in the wind, the pink roses in the vase: a declaration of love, first love.

Jiang Yihan shook the liquid in the cup, the living dead sat on the stool in front of him, and Jiang Yihan asked the two people behind the woman to go out.

The woman's body was weak and there were bandages wrapped everywhere, but the other person's eyes were bright, turning and looking for something in the room.

"Don't look at it, not here. Jiang Yi opened his mouth coldly, looking at the woman in the seat condescendingly.

The woman's body trembled and looked up at Jiang Yihan.

"Name. Jiang Yihan spoke, very annoyed by such an interrogation method.

The woman tugged at the corners of her mouth: "The living dead." ”

Jiang Yihan glanced at her: "Name." The voice was deep.

The woman's body stiffened: "Xia Ying." "Grit your teeth.

Jiang Yihan reached out and picked up the pen on the table, and the vigorous and upright handwriting was printed on the paper.

"Age. "It's right.

"Twenty-seven years old. The woman's voice was unusually bright and clear, and her voice and eyes were completely inconsistent with the state of her body.

Jiang Yihan's gaze stayed on the column of the home address on the paper and paused, his brows furrowed, crossed out, and asked in annoyance.

"When can I see my brother?" Xia Ying began.

"It depends on how well you fit in. Jiang Yihan sat on a stool, his eyes sharp, his back to the big floor-to-ceiling window, and he was dressed in black.

Xia Ying pursed her lips: "I will tell you everything I know, but I can't be sure how useful it will be to you." ”

Jiang Yihan folded his legs: "Those are our judges, I hope you can cooperate well." ”

"I will, let me hear his voice first. Xia Ying spoke.

Jiang Yihan glanced at her, picked up the hand on the table, and dialed the phone.

"Hey, you're not interrogating. "There was Che Jiu's voice over there.

Jiang Yihan spoke: "Is anyone by your side?"

Che Jiu flattened his mouth: "Here, eat." ”

"Let him answer the phone. Jiang Yi was cold.

"Oh. Che Jiu flattened his mouth again, this is the emotion......

"Hey. The boy's tender voice came out of the speaker.

"Sister, is that you?" the boy said, as he walked in a milk voice.

Xia Ying covered her mouth and cried, not letting herself make a sound, tears streaming down her cheeks, nothing reassured her more than this, but nothing made her heart ache more than this.

Jiang Yihan hung up the phone, and the phone was placed on the table.

The interrogation went smoothly, and the medical staff walked in from outside and took Xia Ying outside.

Xia Ying spoke: "Can I go to see him?" His eyes were firmly on Jiang Yihan.

Jiang Yihan glanced at the list: "After the review." ”

The woman pursed her lips and stopped talking.

"He's your child. Jiang Yihan's voice came from behind him.

Xia Ying's back stiffened, she didn't speak, and walked out.

The tears on his face have long been flowing freely, yes, he is my child, my child...... It's my child.

Holding his heart in pain, he couldn't stop his tears no matter what, he was obviously a killer, and he should have no feelings, but he ...... In the present tears.

Xia Ying squatted down in pain, the wounds on her body were cracked, and she didn't feel the blood oozing out, and she covered her face with her bandaged hands, child.

Xia Ying met the boy the next day, the boy was only three years old, and hugged Xia Ying's leg in a milky voice: "Sister, why did you come, that big sister has already said that you will come back to see me in a day or two, and it has been pushed for many days or two." ”

Xia Ying was stunned, looked up at Che Jiu in the room, moved his mouth, and didn't say anything, Che Jiu smiled, waved his hand, and knew what the other party wanted to say: "I'll go out first, the child misses you a lot, you talk slowly." ”

Xia Ying nodded, closed her eyes and said thank you silently when she passed by Che Jiu.

The boy shrunk into Xia Ying's arms, telling the story that Che Jiu told him and the idle in the building.

Xia Ying smiled softly and touched the boy's head: "Xia Xia, do you like your sister?"

The boy nodded: "I like it, I like my sister the most." ”

"What about Mom?" Xia Ying said.

The boy was stunned: "Mom likes it too, my sister and mom Xia Xia both like it, it's all equally important." ”

Xia Ying's eyes were red, there were sweet and bitter in her heart, and there were bursts of throbbing pain. Holding the boy tightly in his arms, tears sliding down his white and delicate face, what should I do...... That's it.