When I got out of the office, in the corner where Zhengqing couldn't see, I saw the man looking at me with a gossip on his face, and his eyes showed a fierce look.

I instantly felt a chill on my back, like a little white rabbit stared at by a wolf, vigilantly guarding the man in front of me. Thinking silently in his heart - what is the probability of stunting a man to find Zhengqing for a while, or the probability of finding a suitable weapon.

"Don't be nervous!" The man immediately restrained his overly revealing eyes, and introduced himself with a smile, with a gentlemanly demeanor, "My name is Murong Qing, and I am Xiaoqing's little uncle, I just want to know what kind of person Zhengqing is at school." You are Xiaoqing's friend, just call me uncle, you don't need to see outside. ”

Hearing Murong Qing's name for Zhengqing, my little heart trembled slightly, thinking that if I dared to call Zhengqing like that, I would definitely be stripped of a layer of skin by the lord and others!

Seeing that I didn't speak, Murong Qing took care of himself and said while leading the way: "Zhengqing, this kid has a very weird temperament, it's not easy for you to be friends with him, he bullied you a lot, right?"

He's such a character, he's a very good person, and that kid doesn't care about anything when he's ruthless, but he's also kind. ”

Is he kind? I really didn't see it, but I had to pretend in front of the elders, "Yes, Zhengqing didn't bully me...... "How is it possible!" He just thinks that if he doesn't bully me for a moment, his hands will itch!

"That's good," the man breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiaoqing has been alone since he was a child, and it's good to have a friend...... He's just a dead sullen, holding everything in his stomach, and never saying anything - in fact, Xiaoqing is a very lonely person......"

In a trance, Murong Qing suddenly thought of the past, when Murong Zhengqing was only thirteen years old, and one day he suddenly came to his office.

That day, Murong Zhengqing stood at the door for a long time without speaking, and when he finished processing the documents, the child was still standing.

At that time, he was puzzled and asked the boy what was wrong.

To this day, he remembers the child's answer like this-

I want friends, I want to study medicine.

Do you have friends when you study medicine?

Yes, aren't there all morgues?

His heart was cold when he heard this answer, and then he deliberately misinterpreted the child's meaning: yes, if you become a doctor, you will have friends, and your patients will appreciate you and respect you.

No! I'm not going to be a doctor!

The kid spoke with great firmness—

I'm going to forensic medicine! That way they will share secrets with me and we'll be best friends! They will never abandon me!

If they still dislike me, I can be angry, they won't run, I'll chop them all to pieces, they don't run shows that they still care about me......

These words are just the inner desire of a thirteen-year-old child, and the ignorant thoughts of a thirteen-year-old child's subconscious.

But—these words pierced the hearts of uncles.

Looking at Murong Qing's expression that suddenly became heavy and trance-like, I had some doubts, and if I had doubts, I naturally wanted to ask. Zhengqing is my friend, and I naturally want to know more.

I pondered the words and was thinking about how to speak, when Murong Qing spoke by himself.

He said: "Xiaoqing's parents are often busy with work and never care about him, although he seems to be glamorous, but that is only the surface.

When I was a child, every time I went to Xiaoqing's house as a guest, he would stand silently aside by himself or shut himself in his room.

There was even a time when I thought the child was a mute and autistic child. ”

In the end, Murong Qing smiled - it wasn't until Murong Zhengqing came to the hospital at the age of thirteen that he wanted to study medicine, that he knew that the child was fine, but he was so lonely that he had some problems in his heart. It was only at that time that he became familiar with the child.

Listening to Murong Qing's sigh, I couldn't associate such a child with Zhengqing in my mind at all.

I know that Murong Qing is avoiding the important and light, Zhengqing has yin and yang eyes, and what he experienced as a child was not just being snubbed by his family?

It's just that I don't understand, it's just that my own son can see ghosts, can I be so cold?

My grandfather also said that my right eye can see ghosts, but it was sealed, so to this day, I am skeptical that I can see ghosts in my right eye.

When I arrived at the medical room, Murong Qing asked me to sit at the consultation table. After stooping under the table, he pulled out an alcohol lamp, a row of silver needles, a packet of thin white threads, and finally a few bottles of unlabeled potion.

"Take it out."

I did as he wanted, and I held out my injured hand, and he pressed my hand and mouth.

"Are you and Xiaoqing in the same class?"

"Hmm."

He nodded, then looked up at me with a faint look, a little scary no matter how he looked.

He said, "I won't give you numbing, you can bear with it." After applying anesthetic, it will not only affect the brain, but also affect the recovery of the wound. When you lose pain in your arm, the brain can't receive the signal when the cells die, so you can't remedy it in time, which has an impact on wound recovery. ”

Looking at the man opposite, my brainskin was itchy for a while, and I didn't use anesthetic, so the needle passed through the skin and flesh, and it didn't hurt to death?

"Bit, don't move." He handed over a folded handkerchief.

I stretched out my trembling hand and took it, biting it in my mouth in a proper manner—God knows how much I wanted to spit out my handkerchief and yell at Murong Qing's nose—are you going to hurt Lao Tzu to death? Give Lao Tzu an anesthetic! Lao Tzu is afraid of pain, and Lao Tzu doesn't mind if he can fully recover!

Of course, these things can only be thought about in my heart, and in the end, I still resigned myself to watching Murong Qing pick up the silver needle and burn it on the alcohol lamp.

I just silently read in my heart - slow down, slow down......

As the saying goes, you can't hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from fifteen.

Watching him apply some medicine to my wound only made it even more painful.

Then, he approached with a needle, and threaded one needle into the thread – and again into the thread...... And so on and so forth......

I stared at Murong Qing's skillful technique with wide eyes, and the face that did not change color—as if what he had stitched up was not a wound, but a rag!

The silver needle was incomparably slender, and the threads on it were like hair, shuttling back and forth on the blood vessels.

The pain is completely concentrated in one point.

I don't know if it's because of the potion or if the novel is all a lie - what kind of painful loss of feeling, it won't work with me at all!

Fortunately, Murong Qing's speed is extremely fast, and it will be fine in less than a minute.

He cut off the thread and smiled at me: "Wait a minute, I'll clean up the wound, otherwise it will affect the recovery."

Biting the handkerchief, I rolled my eyes speechlessly, and I was already numb to him tossing - it's just that it still hurts!

By the time the wound was stitched up, my back was already wet for a while.

Murong Qing said to me with a smile while packing up the equipment for suturing the wounds: "It's rare to meet such obedient patients as you, when I stitched them up in the past, because there was no anesthetic, some people shouted and scolded, even if they were a little graceful, they moved around." Later, I simply stopped looking at them and handed them all over to the other doctors, so as not to bother me. ”

I just said twice in my heart, and I really loved and hated the look in his eyes - I wanted to run too, you know?

After cleaning up the things that had been stitched up for the wound, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Remember not to eat spicy soy sauce, otherwise it will leave a scar, and be careful not to find a girlfriend in the future." After teasing, he followed him out of the door, and he didn't forget to remind him as he walked, "Since you and Xiaoqing are going to live here for a while, I will look for you when the stitches are removed." ”

Don't say it's so easy to stay in the hospital, okay? It's not a hotel. I silently complained in my heart.

"Oh, yes." He stopped abruptly and turned to look at me, and that inquiring gaze gave me a bad feeling and a chill in my heart.

- But sure enough, I only listened to his next sentence: "Xiaoqing will stay in the morgue at night, where do you want to live together?"

I'll go with you!

Living in the morgue, can you be normal! Why don't you say sleeping with a dead man - although living in a morgue is about the same as sleeping with a dead man.

Seeing that I didn't answer, he smiled and made a decision: "Since you are friends, it's okay to stay together, I'll arrange it."

O morgue! I'll go! "Uncle Murong, let's ...... it" Forget it, I think the ward is not bad, let me have more, if it is really not good, I can sleep on the chair in the corridor......

"Okay, uncle, let's arrange it."

It's a pity that I haven't had time to say anything, and I don't know where Zhengqing came out of nowhere, and took my words......

Oh, my God! Sleep in the morgue, how terrible it sounds, kill me!