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The fragrance of violets in the ward and the smell of 84 disinfectant were mixed together, weird, Yu Zhiruo leaned on the bed and looked at the wall with her eyes blank, at this time she was obviously in a bad mood, but fortunately, the ward of plastic surgery is different from the wards of other departments, it is a warm color, each ward is different, patients can choose a ward according to their preferences when they are hospitalized, Yu Zhiruo chose an orange disease, the upper end of the wall is orange, the lower end is sea blue, and the junction of the two colors is wavy, Such a color combination can make patients think of the sea for the first time, and virtually relieve the depressed mood of patients.

If the wall that Yu Zhiruo was looking at at was white at this time, her mood would be even worse, why did she do this Bei Yiming knew very well, presumably she already knew that Park Rifan couldn't do anything about her injuries, even if she did skin grafting, scar removal, and skin color coordination treatment on her facial injuries, it would be difficult for her face to recover to its original state.

The face is a very important part for anyone, both men and women, especially women, no animal will care about their face as much as a woman, ordinary people are still like this, Yu Zhiruo, a popular star who eats by his face, cares more about his face.

Now that her beautiful face is ruined, and there is no way to completely cure it, this is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for her, and it is equivalent to beating her into the bottomless abyss, without her beautiful face, what can Yu Zhiruo rely on to continue to mix in the entertainment industry? Acting? She has this thing, otherwise she wouldn't be popular like this, but her acting skills and her beautiful face complement each other, and if she loses one of them, she is not the Yu Zhiruo who was once popular and sought after by hundreds of millions of fans just because of her acting skills. Although her name is Yu Zhiruo!

She won't be a heroine, a woman who has disfigured her appearance, what qualifications does she have to be a heroine? He will only become a supporting role and be a green leaf for others. This is simply unacceptable to Yu Zhiruo, this is like a person who has climbed to a very high position by his own struggle, and suddenly one day he is asked to be an ordinary person, he will not be able to stand it.

Some bosses who went bankrupt and jumped off buildings are not so poor that they can't even eat, they are even richer than ordinary people. The remaining money is enough for them to live the rest of their lives without worrying about food and clothing, but why did they choose to end their lives by jumping off a building? Because they are accustomed to the days of calling for wind and rain in the sea of business, making them an ordinary person, they can't stand it in their hearts.

Yu Zhiruo's mood at this time is the same as these people, she is used to being a sister, she is used to being a safflower, she can't stand being a foil for others, and she can't stand being a green leaf.

Yu Zhiruo's mood Bei Yiming can understand, seeing her like this, in fact, Bei Yiming feels uncomfortable, he is a doctor after all. And Yu Zhiruo, who has shed all the dazzling halos on his body, is a patient, the so-called doctor's parents' heart, it is normal for Pei Yiming to feel uncomfortable, just because his profession has nothing to do with Yu Zhiruo's appearance, identity, and gender.

This is also the mentality that a doctor should have, doctors are never so indifferent as ordinary people imagine, they are facing people, they are living lives, when this fresh life is in danger, or even withering in front of them, they have no way and no reason not to be moved. Because this is a human being, a living human being, not a chicken, a duck or a fish, and a doctor is also a human being!

It's just that doctors are used to seeing life and death. In the face of the withering of life and the diseases that they are unable to treat, they do not want to express their helplessness and powerlessness in front of patients and their families, or they are unwilling to express their truest feelings in their hearts. This is a feeling that no one who has ever been a doctor will never be able to understand!

Now Yu Zhiruo seems to have lost her soul and is only a shell left, Bei Yiming wants to say I have a way to heal your face, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't say a word. It's not that he still remembers what he said to Park Rifan, Shi Manqing, and Luo Ziheng the day before yesterday, he is not so narrow-minded, he always remembers that he is a doctor, life is higher than a qiē, and he has not forgotten the oath of his college graduation.

But he was afraid that Yu Zhiruo didn't trust him, he was too young, he didn't have the age to convince Yu Zhiruo, let alone the fame that convinceed her, at this time, he said that Yu Zhiruo would look at him like a madman, and even Park Rifan, one of the best plastic surgeons in the world, was helpless, what could he, a little doctor with no name, do?

In the end, all the words turned into a long sigh, and Bei Yiming took a few steps forward and said softly: "Don't think nonsense, it will be fine in one qiē." ”

This comfort was pale and powerless, which made Bei Yiming feel a sense of grievance in his heart, he was obviously capable, but why didn't everyone believe in him? Is it because you're young?

Yu Zhiruo looked at Bei Yiming with empty eyes, and said emotionlessly: "Thank you, Doctor Pei." ”

Bei Yiming was suddenly afraid of seeing Yu Zhiruo's empty eyes, he chose to escape, he didn't want to see her eyes without any look.

Bei Yiming returned to his office and sat on a chair looking at the crescent moon outside the window, at this time he was in a complicated mood, and there was an impulse in his heart - to run to Yu Zhiruo and tell her that he had a way to cure her face, but he was afraid of seeing Yu Zhiruo's questioning and distrustful eyes, which would make Bei Yiming feel tormented.

At this time, he even thought that if it was possible, he would rather be an old doctor than have such a young and young face as he is now.

But soon Bei Yiming dispelled this thought, it is really good to be young, there is no need to think about getting old because you are too young to be trusted by patients, this is something that only a fool does, youth is priceless.

Bei Yiming sighed and smiled, and then began to write and draw in his small book, Bei Yiming did not have the habit of planning his future life in a notebook, but after getting Alosel's real room, he suddenly had it, he liked to write down some problems in the notebook that he had to solve first, then a rough medium-term plan, and finally a rather vague post-planning with only a few words.

What Pei Yiming didn't know was that it was because of this habit that he was a little bit of a layout at the beginning, and finally became the director of plastic surgery.

People have to have a plan, first think about their own advantages, disadvantages, strengths, weaknesses, what they want to do in the future, and then carry out a series of plans according to their own conditions, see the most real self, in order to choose the most convenient road, but many people do not have this habit, it seems that they have to get by.

Before he knew it, it was late at night, Bei Yiming looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the night, he yawned, stretched and planned to sleep, and at this time he heard a suppressed cry. (To be continued.) )