Ye Manxi had just cleaned up in the treatment room, and Banxia cried.

She hurried to coax Banxia, the child was estimated to be hungry, so she hid in the room to breastfeed the child.

Just then, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of Leaf Green Lotus heels hitting the floor.

Ye Manxi's heart was beating violently, it had been half a year, and she was finally going to see Huo Miao soon!

She took a deep breath, gently placed the child on the health care bed, and walked out of the room.

Just as Huo Miao stepped into the door of the treatment room with the support of Ye Luhe, Ye Manxi felt the gaze from Huo Miao before he could raise his head.

She stood against the door frame, her fingers trembling slightly.

Ye Luhe diligently supported Huo Miao, in fact, Huo Miao didn't need her support, she told on the side: "Bend over, the door frame here is very short, you are tall and don't touch your head, I asked my father to redecorate this place earlier, he just refused, this is in tatters." ”

Huo Miao's gaze stayed on Ye Manxi's body, she lowered her head and bent over, she couldn't see her face, only a small body wrapped in a white coat.

I don't know why, even if I didn't see her face, I somehow felt that this figure was a little familiar.

He took off his goggles and narrowed his eyes, the looming figure was even more familiar in the relatively blurred vision.

Huo Miao's heart seemed to have been hit by something, and even her breathing was a little confused.

He was about to walk over to take a closer look, Ye Luhe grabbed Huo Miao's arm and whispered, "Don't go over, be careful to scare you." ”

Huo Miao frowned and looked down at her.

Ye Luhe continued to explain: "Her appearance is quite ugly, and I will be scared when I see her now. ”

In the morning, Ye Zemin sent a photo to Ye Luhe to see, Ye Manxi in the photo was simply a different person, Ye Luhe couldn't recognize it, she was very satisfied.

She felt that she couldn't even recognize it, let alone Huo Miao?

At that time, Huo Miao and Ye Manxi were blind when they were together, and he had never seen Ye Manxi at all, so Ye Luhe gave himself a reassurance.

Ye Manxi's palms were wet and sweaty, she didn't know if her appearance would scare Huo Miao, but she definitely couldn't recognize it.

Ye Luhe said: "Ye Manxi, come over and treat my husband!" ”

Ye Manxi walked over with his head down, stretched out his hand to Huo Miao, and motioned for him to sit down.

"Husband, sit down." Ye Luhe said sweetly: "You can rest assured that she will be healed, she is ugly, but her medical skills have been passed on to me." ”

Ye Manxi pointed to the pulse pillow on the table again, and Huo Miao's wrist was placed on the pulse pillow.

Ye Manxi was so excited, her slender white fingers on Huo Miao's wrist were still trembling slightly.

She trembled so much that Huo Miao couldn't help but look at her all the time, Ye Luhe felt that Ye Manxi was adding drama to herself, and she was just about to open her mouth to scold, Huo Miao spoke.

"If you don't look up, how can you treat me? Isn't Chinese medicine about looking at what you hear? ”

Ye Manxi bit his lip and plucked up the courage to raise his head.

They finally met their eyes, and Ye Manxi saw Huo Miao's bright eyes again, and his heart was ecstatic.

He was finally able to see again.

When he saw Ye Manxi's face, Huo Miao was really shocked.

It was a face crisscrossed with scars, as if it was burned, as if it were burned, especially the one at the corner of the eye, which ran from the corner of the left eye to the corner of the right eye.

However, when he met Ye Manxi's eyes, it inexplicably made him a little dazed.

Why did this girl's eyes make him feel a sense of déjà vu?

Ye Luhe saw that the eyes of the two were intertwined, and she panicked, so she hurriedly interrupted: "Husband, were you scared by her?" Ye Manxi, put on a mask, you scared my husband! ”

Ye Manxi hurriedly picked up the mask on the table and put it on, and gently put his fingers on Huo Miao's pulse.

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