"Is Xiao Yao by your side?" Zhang Xunsheng called Ye Qingming and asked, "Let him answer the phone." ”

Hearing this, Ye Qingming handed the mobile phone to Song Yao, who was sitting beside him, and reminded him gently: "It's your uncle." ”

Song Yao glanced at Ye Qingming indifferently, took the phone with a cold face, and said lightly: "Uncle." ”

"Where are you?" Zhang Xunsheng's voice was calm.

"Qiancheng." Song Yao said lightly, and then added, "I'll be back soon." ”

After speaking, before the person over there could speak, he handed the mobile phone to Ye Qingming again.

Ye Qingming took the phone and only heard what he said, "What are you doing in Qiancheng?" ”

Ye Qingming looked to the side and looked sideways at Song Yao outside the car window, he didn't seem to want to talk to Zhang Xunsheng.

Ye Qingming retracted his gaze, pursed his lips and replied, "Mr. Zhang, Song Yao just came to Ande Temple to burn incense. ”

Burn incense? When did he start praying to God and Buddha, and he had to go to the temple in Qiancheng?

"Doctor Ye, I hope you can understand that the person who hired you is me, not Xiao Yao." Zhang Xunsheng said coldly.

When Ye Qingming heard this, he understood what Zhang Xunsheng meant, and he was warning him not to deceive him with Song Yao.

"Mr. Zhang was too worried, I did accompany Song Yao to burn incense." Ye Qingming said without humility or arrogance, "I also hope that Mr. Zhang can also cooperate with my treatment work, if you also hope that Song Yao will get better." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Xun moved his lips vividly, his cold eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he said coldly: "That's natural." ”

With that, he hung up the phone.

The car fell silent again.

Until the border out of Qiancheng, Song Yao still looked out the window, and suddenly asked lightly: "Doctor Ye, I am among your patients, is it difficult to heal?" ”

"So far the most difficult to treat, and the longest to take, and the only one who needs to work part-time as a nanny." Ye Qingming said half-jokingly, and then said firmly, "But I will definitely cure you." ”

"My uncle is paying a lot of money." Song Yao's voice was faint, "However, if I were you, if I met a patient like me, I would rather not have this salary, and I could go to treat a few more patients who are easier to treat." ”

Ye Qingming smiled when he heard this, and said softly: "It's a pity that you are not me, so I can't understand how much I want to cure you except for the high salary." ”

When Song Yao heard this, his heart was unwavering, and he quietly looked at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window, and did not talk to him again.

*

On this day, Chen Yue called Chen Shu and took the bus back by herself.

On the way from the town to her home, Chen Yue walked back, walking on the familiar bridge, she suddenly stopped, clinged to the protective railing, and quietly watched the turbulent water below.

He stopped for a long time, as if thinking about something, but to no avail, and continued to walk on.

"Ang, Ang, Ang......"

After walking less than a hundred steps, Chen Yue's attention was drawn by the sound of a puppy, and she followed the sound towards the stone tablet used to mark the name of the place on the side of the road.

Behind the stele were two small milk dogs, one white lying on its back on the ground, twitching, and the other gray one with four little short legs, barking and crawling towards her feet. Sensing her footsteps approaching it, the greyhound stumbled back in fright.

Chen Yue squatted down and picked up the little greyhound, ignoring the yellow dirt on its feet, and wrapped it in her arms, trying to warm its trembling body.

The little greyhound seems to be very humane, as soon as he is hugged, he quiets down and doesn't bark, but his brain keeps burrowing into a warm place, and Chen Yue looks up at the little white dog that is twitching over there.

Her heart tightened, and Chen Yue could clearly feel that the little white dog couldn't last long, but she still couldn't help but walk towards it.

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