Zheng Xiaomeng dragged her tired body, slowly sat up straight, and replied reluctantly, "I'm already very tired, if you can wait until tomorrow......"

Before she could finish speaking, a familiar handsome face was imprinted into her eyes, and she swallowed back all the next words.

"Is that you? Mr. Corpse? ”

The man's inky dark eyes were particularly deep and translucent in this quiet night, but his complexion was still as pale as ever, without a trace of blood.

He smiled slightly, and sat down on the chair next to Zheng Xiaomeng's consultation table, his movements were elegant, and he had a sense of nobility.

"It's me, I listened to Dr. Zheng's words, when will Dr. Zheng see me?"

Although he was so tired that his fingers were a little stiff and stiff, and he didn't want to move, Zheng Xiaomeng still nodded helplessly, "Okay, for the sake of Mr. Corpse helping me, I'll show you now and put my hands on the table." ”

"Okay."

With that, the man placed his left hand on the cushion on the table.

Before checking the man's pulse, Zheng Xiaomeng said, "Looking at your complexion, you should have been sick for a long time, right?" What about past cases? ”

"It's true that I've been sick for a long time, and I've seen a lot of doctors, and they all say that it can't be cured, but I don't know why, I believe you will be able to cure me."

"Don't be in a hurry to put a high hat on me, I'm just an intern doctor, I just happened to become an Internet celebrity, our doctors are human beings, not gods, so many doctors can't cure diseases, don't expect me to cure you."

"Try it, it's okay, if it really can't be cured, I won't be sad, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky."

"You can see it."

"People are going to die after all, a happy day, and an unhappy day is also a day, it's better to look away."

"Hmm. Give me your hand. ”

Before diagnosing the pulse, Zheng Xiaomeng put her hand to her mouth and took a few breaths of hot air, and then rubbed it again, "Wait a minute, my hands are a little cold, I'm afraid that I will freeze you for a while." ”

Hearing Zheng Xiaomeng say this, the man found that Zheng Xiaomeng's face and ears were red, and the color was frozen out at a glance.

His eyes darkened, and he turned his head slightly to Hongyue, who was standing aside, and said, "Go and get a blanket for Dr. Zheng, and bring the cup of ginger tea in the car." ”

Red Moon was stunned.

Anyone who knows his master knows that he is a natural cleanliness maniac, and that he never lets anyone touch his personal belongings except hers, especially women.

"What are you doing?" The man's eyes were once again darkened.

Red Moon came back to her senses, "Yes, master. ”

Looking at the small interaction between Mr. Corpse and Mr. Red Moon, Zheng Xiaomeng blinked, the way these two get along is quite strange, the woman named Red Moon seems to be very afraid of Mr. Corpse, isn't he an ordinary bad gambler?

She seemed to have misunderstood something.

The man turned his head to look at Zheng Xiaomeng and met her with a pair of big clean and immaculate eyes, "What are you looking at me for?" ”

"You're so fierce that your girlfriend is about to cry."

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"She's so pretty, isn't she your girlfriend?"

"A dying man doesn't know when he will die, so why bother to harm others? I'm used to being alone, and I think it's good. ”

Zheng Xiaomeng's heart was a little sour by the man's words.

"Not only are your skin so white that it makes people feel distressed, but even the words you say are so uncomfortable."

"Do you feel distressed, me?"

The ghost blows the lamp