It's not Brother Lian.

Mo Xueyan came back to her senses, "You are..."

She donated all of her grandfather's medical experience, but there didn't seem to be such a person at that time! Could it be that her concussion memory was wrong?

"Hello, my name is Yuechen, and I am the attending surgeon of this traditional Chinese medicine hospital."

Yuechen stretched out his hand and smiled friendly, wearing a white suit and a white coat, very polite and gentle, comfortable and warm.

Mo Xueyan shook her hand in a daze, and she didn't let go, and the scene when she was stuck in traffic also popped up in her mind, the man in the black Bentley, a man who looked exactly like the male god.

What's going on here? Not only is there a person who is the same as the male god, but now there is also a person who is the same as Brother Lian, is there a mistake in her memory, or is she confusing reality with it.

So whether she wore it back, or wore it through the past is really her fantasy, because she has seen these people, so she has imagined it in her mind, if so, then she may really have a psychological problem.

"Girl, girl, are you alright?"

Mo Xueyan held him like this, and Yuechen's other hand shook in front of Mo Xueyan's eyes.

Mo Xueyan came back to her senses again and hurriedly let go of Yuechen's hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm distracted."

"It's okay." Yuechen smiled politely again.

"By the way, I don't know what your name is! Why did you come to our hospital, is there something wrong? ”

Mo Xueyan immediately waved his hand and smiled embarrassedly, "I hit a car, I was just discharged from the hospital today, just call me Mo Xueyan." ”

"Mo Xueyan, the name is very good, it has a very ancient feeling."

With another polite smile, Yuechen took out a business card and handed it to Mo Xueyan.

"Miss Mo, I have another operation later, so I won't talk to you more, this is my business card, I have a chance to talk again."

"Surgery, that can't be delayed, Doctor Yue hurry up, let's talk when we have time."

Mo Xueyan took the business card and bowed his hand.

"Goodbye, Miss Mo."

Yuechen nodded slightly and left.

Mo Xueyan turned his head to look at Yuechen, and only then did he retract his gaze until he disappeared into the elevator.

"The familiar warm man Oba, Brother Lian, has become a stranger now, this feels really bad, male god, are you real, or my fantasy! Because I have seen you, in reality, we are very different existences, so I fantasized about myself, fantasizing about such a dream.

After all, in my own self, although I, the author, hit the street, but I am also the author is not, of course, I can write how I want, I can arrange how you want, I am the master, that is, God, your fate is up to me, isn't it, ah! Mo Xueyan, you must have a psychological problem. ”

Twittered out of the hall, left the hospital, and looked at the business card in his hand again.

The pure white business card, the black font, and the word Yuechen are sad when you look at them.

I unzipped my backpack and stuffed it indiscriminately, and took out my phone.

It's useless for a month, and now there's no electricity at all, and I don't know if it can be charged, if it can't be charged, even the money to buy a mobile phone is now a luxury! Mo Xueyan, Mo Xueyan, how can you live!

Find out the wallet again, fortunately, she still has a good habit of using cash, in today's era of WeChat scanning code, cash is pitiful, everyone has a mobile phone, and then everything is fine.

After counting the money, it is not much, that is, more than 600 yuan, but for Mo Xueyan, it is life-saving money, and he is reluctant to sit on the bus, and he is going to walk home on foot, which is regarded as exercise.

Packed up her mood, just about to walk back, her stomach growled, and then she remembered that the food box that her dead boss gave her was still in the hospital, and immediately turned around and ran into the hospital.

The nurse who ran to the ward and cleaned up the bed and made up the room almost threw away the food box.

"Sister nurse, sister nurse, don't throw it, you want it, you want it."

snatched the food box from the nurse's hand, hugged the baby in his arms, and then exhaled.

Mom, luckily I caught up.

"You're all gone, I thought you didn't want this!"

The nurse said a word and continued to clean up.

"I accidentally forgot, hehe, sister nurse, you continue to be busy."

With a smile, Mo Xueyan left again, and after walking out of the tall building of the hospital, she directly found a shady place in the hospital and sat down and opened the food box.

looked at the whole grain porridge inside, it was still warm, and sniffed.

"Dead boss, although it's okay to pick the door, but for the sake of giving me a bowl of porridge, I don't care a lot about it."

Eating the porridge one bite at a time, I suddenly remembered the peach blossom soup, and the tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Mo Xueyan, why are you so unproductive, this is reality, do you have to live in fantasy all the time, you don't have money to see a doctor now, be sober! You're just a street fighter, one of thousands of ordinary people, hurry up and eat well! Then work hard to earn money. ”

muttered vaguely and ate the porridge in a big gulp.

After such a toss back and forth, it was already afternoon when I went back to my nest, and the first thing I did was to charge my phone.

I ran into the bathroom and took a cold shower, and the whole person walked out of the state of being unconscious and not wanting to wake up.

The mobile phone can still be charged, Mo Xueyan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as soon as she turned it on, one news after another rang out.

At a glance, Mom, it's all a reader's urging for a month.

"It's going to be the finale soon, and the little street that has never been interrupted is actually interrupted now, and it takes a month to break it, Mo Xueyan, you are the rhythm of losing your wife and breaking your soldiers!"

Immediately went to the bedroom and took out the computer.,Fortunately, it was turned off when she left.,There's still electricity.,After turning it on.,Look at the update display of the fourteenth.,Now this month's fourteenth.,A month has passed.,It's really dazzling!

"My gentle male god, you hurt me!"

Thinking back to the back stories she had written by hand in a small notebook in ancient times, or the fantasies she had imagined, they were all manuscripts now.

As a small author who constantly changes the first criterion, Mo Xueyan immediately got started, although only a month has passed in reality, but Mo Xueyan feels that he has not touched the keyboard for more than ten years, and he is unfamiliar.

Gradually, I regained my senses, and my hand speed slowly increased.

The keyboard under his hand is crackling, and there is no need to deliberately conceive the plot in his mind, every plot is a picture.

It's just a dozen or twenty minutes a chapter, and a dozen chapters pass by, and it's dark.

In the last chapter, three words of the finale, Mo Xueyan paused.

"Mo Xueyan, you are in charge, so this story will be a happy ending."

muttered and continued to write, but his eyes were uncontrollable and flowered again.

In the book "My Gentle Male God", all the stories are completely different from everything she has experienced, not a story, so the ending will not end in that way.

The male and female protagonists will be happily together, and there will be a happy life without any disasters.

After writing the finale, I set a timed release and a five-minute chapter.

Mo Xueyan threw herself down on the sofa, and her whole body curled up together.

Male god, no matter whether everything is true or not, I will always imprint you in my heart, a heart, only one person, enough.

As soon as the time came, a chapter was released, and within a minute, a comment came:

"I thought that the author of Xiaopu Street was missing, and the flowers I was waiting for were all gone."

This comment, Mo Xueyan saw it in the morning, and the next dozen or so chapters, directly to the finale, are all chapter by chapter.

"Xiao Po Street, you have a big outbreak, the direct finale! This benefit is also too good, I stayed up late to read it directly, but your ending, isn't it too exaggerated and beautiful. ”

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