There were "bombs" in there, "bombs" that were sure to explode in fifteen minutes.

After taking a deep breath, Imaka resurfaced and put the surgical props and gloves back into the trolley, and then sat on the table with the cymbal on the table.

"Still, you really have a meow with two brushes. Who did you learn that technique from? Is it your dad meow? ”

"It's not my dad, it's my master who taught me magic healing."

"Master? It's the teacher...... Meow? ”

"Although he is good at mana, he also knows a thing or two about Western magical medicine, and is now traveling around the world.

In the past, he used to run the hospital in place of my father, and it seemed that from the beginning he planned to hand it over to me when I could be on my own.

Suddenly, one day, he dropped a letter and left, what did he say...... Thou hast done all the tricks of my generation. That bastard Mediterranean! ”

"So, have you been living here by yourself since then...... Meow? ”

"Fortunately, there is another hometown, but I rarely go back." As he spoke, a shadow flashed on You Yi's upright face.

It seems that this is a thing that cannot be talked about.

Today, I think of the past that Liang Xiaoyu once mentioned, when the school held a parent interview, no one from the You Yi family came.

Although it is a spiritual ...... Heterogeneous medicine, who inherited the hospital at such a young age, is sure to have another complicated secret.

"Now let me ask you a question...... What are your psychic wounds? You Yi asked abruptly in a voice that was not subdued.

Now I found that this body felt a pang of tension on its own.

She had guessed that she would be asked about it, and it should be said that she hadn't been asked this question explicitly until now, which made her wonder, "Are you asking this question from the standpoint of a doctor?" ”

"No, it's just curiosity. If I don't want to say it, I won't mind. ”

After saying this, You Yi picked up his head and showed a steady expression, staring at the present day.

About the trauma of the original owner...... From the dream that appeared yesterday, I know that the trauma is indeed the past she guessed.

And the only people who know about this matter are the original owner's parents, younger brother Zhuo Yi, and Liang Xiaoyu.

If it was the original owner, he would probably refuse to answer without even thinking about it.

But......

Somehow, Jin Chao thinks that in the face of the target of the raider, he has to spit on him.

All in all, by the time she came to her senses, she was already talking.

Talking about what happened in that place on that day two months ago......

His name is Jing Ting.

It's the three-year-old childhood sweetheart of the original owner, and she attends the same kindergarten, primary school, and junior high school.

With messy hair and slender phoenix eyes, and a smile always hanging on the corner of his mouth, he is a boy who exudes an incredible feeling.

Living close to each other's homes is also one of the reasons, when they were children, the original owner and Jing Ting often played together.

That being said, the two only lived close together and never did anything special together.

Jing Ting is different from ordinary boys, he doesn't like physical activities very much, and even if he leaves the house to go outside, he just runs to the park or the roof of an apartment building, staring at the sky in a daze.

On the other hand, because the original owner prefers to mix with boys and walk side by side with boys rather than communicating with girls, she chooses to stay next to Jing Ting, who is lying on the ground.

Once Jing Ting's glasses looked at the sky, he would not move, and he would not say a word, staring at the sky for hours on end.

It's just that as soon as the original owner talks to him, he will turn his neck as if he had lifted the spell, smile back, and then turn his head to look at the sky again.