Chen Qing's operation is quite self-defeating. Everyone didn't dare to make a move on his face because of his qualifications, but they couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh secretly, and for a while, snickering rang out from all directions in the emergency room.

As a result of the timely judgment, the patient's condition gradually improved and his vital signs stabilized.

The patient's family didn't know what data was not data, she just watched her child's face gradually improve, and began to respond to her, so she was very happy and bowed to Xia Xingran again and again.

"Dr. Xia is really young and promising. I don't know how much better than those self-proclaimed old gangsters."

When Chen Qing heard this, there was a look of surprise on his face.

Xia Xingran glanced at Chen Qing, recalled the chief complaint of the medical record just now, and asked the family with a light smile, "Has the child eaten a lot recently, drunk a lot, and gone to the bathroom more often than before?" She looked at the child with sunken cheeks and continued, "The weight continues to fall."

The family immediately nodded and said, "Yes, yes, that's right. But I thought it was the normal growth and development of a twelve- or thirteen-year-old, so I didn't care. How can such a young child get diabetes?"

"This is type diabetes, and it preferably occurs in teenagers. If it's not genetic, it's a viral infection."

There is no cure for type diabetes, and patients must take insulin for life. Xia Xingran looked at the child who was still receiving intravenous infusion with some sympathy.

After the family's mood stabilized, Xia Xingran took the initiative to wave to Chen Qing to come over, Chen Qing cut and turned his face to the opposite side with an arrogant face.

In this way, Xia Xingran had no choice but to sigh lightly at the corners of his mouth.

She turned her head and patiently explained to the family, "If you had told us about these abnormalities in time, Director Chen would not have misdiagnosed."

She looked at Chen Qing again, and said with a gentle gaze, "You said yes, Director Chen?"

Only then did Chen Qing understand that Xia Xingran called him here, not to humiliate him, but to help him out of the siege! Suddenly, his body shook, his face turned red, and he twisted his body a little cramped.

He struggled for a long time before he walked awkwardly, rubbing his nose and saying to his family, "Even so, I didn't perform abdominal palpation in time, and it was indeed my mistake." Look at the book

After saying that, in everyone's amazement, he lowered his always noble head and said a sincere "sorry" to his family.

Chen Qing was willing to admit his mistakes so frankly and generously, which Xia Xingran didn't expect. Suddenly, Xia Xingran looked at Chen Qing, and there was a trace of warmth and appreciation in his eyes.

Seeing that Chen Qing was so humble, it was difficult for the family to continue the seizure. He glanced at him twice, and sat back at the bedside to guard the child.

Chen Qing straightened up, straightened the white coat on his body again, and returned to his usual arrogance.

It's just that when he passed by Xia Xingran's side, he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, thank you."

When Xia Xingran reacted, Chen Qing had already walked to the smoking area in the courtyard of the hospital. Through the glass window, he saw Xia Xingran looking at him, puffing out a puff of cigarette and smiling faintly at her.

The color of the sky is half white and half blue, and the pure white clouds change in various shapes. The sun broke through the clouds, and under this high sky, everyone really felt the right amount of light and temperature.

After work, Xia Xingran returned home. Unprecedentedly found that Han Chenluo hadn't made dinner yet, her eyes turned around the room, and finally found Han Chenluo on the balcony with a worried look.

As soon as Han Chenluo saw Xia Xingran, he hurriedly came back to his senses, grabbed his hair, and his tone was full of apologies: "I'm sorry, sister, I forgot to cook."

Xia Xingran hurriedly shook his head and smiled indifferently, and straightened Han Chenluo's messy hair with his hand.

"It's okay Xiao Luo, it's not your job to cook for me, you don't need to apologize."

Ying Ying's smile looms at the corner of her lips, just like a green lotus blooming in this season, quiet and poetic.

"Xiao Luo, is something wrong?" Xia Xingran looked at the sweat in his head, feeling uneasy.

Han Chenluo bites

Pursed her lips several times, glanced at her phone several times, pursed her lips and said, "Sister, I haven't contacted my mother for three days."

Xia Xingran chuckled in her heart, she remembered that the last time she chased out, Han Ranchen was gone. At that time, I thought she was just walking faster, but now when I heard Han Chenluo say this, a sense of foreboding suddenly filled my heart.

"Could it be that Auntie is out to play and something is delayed?" Xia Xingran tried to comfort Han Chenluo.

Han Chenluo immediately shook his head resolutely: "No." He lowered his head, his eyebrows full of anxiety: "For as long as I can remember, my mother has always cared about my safety. No matter where I am, every night we say goodnight for sure."

"My mom hasn't heard from me since three days ago. I've been calling her dozens of times in the past few days, but her phone has been turned off."

Han Chenluo lay on the balcony, his head hanging very low, and let out one heavy sigh after another.

Half a day later, he raised his head with a pale face, his eyes were full of tears, and his voice was broken and choked, "Sister, I'm afraid. I'm scared something happened to my mother, sister."

Xia Xingran's heart fluttered suddenly, and he hurriedly approached Han Chenluo to hold him in his arms, patting him on the back all the time. He sobbed, hot tears soaking Xia Xingran's shoulders.

Xia Xingran hesitated, but still told Han Chenluo about the events of that day.

Han Chenluo immediately opened a pair of big, red, watery eyes and looked at Xia Xingran in disbelief. For the first time, there was blame in his eyes.

"Sister, how can you doubt my mother like that!" Han Chenluo's face was gloomy, and he forcibly endured the anger in his heart.

Xia Xingran was accustomed to Han Chenluo's gentleness and obedience, and when he was suddenly yelled at like this, he was suddenly a little aggrieved and a little unconvinced, and his voice also raised: "Then you can't blame me entirely, after all, it's a matter related to my parents." Whoever asked the aunt to make it clear herself, that kind of situation at that time, it was a good horn that everyone would suspect."

Han Chenluo's eyes instantly turned cold, his eyebrows were twisted, his face was cold, and the words he said were sharper than knives: "Therefore, my sister's parents are extremely important, and they can't be blasphemed at all. My mother is extremely lowly and can be trampled on at will, doesn't that mean?"

His appearance and such words made Xia Xingran shudder involuntarily, she had never felt this kind of feeling before.

The atmosphere was suddenly dull to the extreme, like heavy rain pressing down, and people who were holding back couldn't breathe.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Han Chenluo's cold eyes flashed like fire, as if he was about to burn Xia Xingran.

Without saying a word, he walked around Xia Xingran's side with a stiff face, put on a helmet, walked out of the house, got on a motorcycle, and galloped towards the city.

The last glimmer of light on the horizon was gone.

When the night opened, Xia Xingran stood alone on the balcony, looking at the starless and extremely dark night.

The lights in the courtyard turned on one after another, bringing Xia Xingran's shadow closer to the boundless night.

I heard the cries of crickets in pairs.

Xia Xingran suddenly sat down on the ground, his eyes were blank, his hands covered his face, and he let out a hoarse cry.

The most prosperous business district in City A is located in a palace-like building that is drunk with money - human music.

It is the premier high-end luxury club in the whole of China. It is also the most important profitable project invested by Yue Haotian, the richest man in Asia, in City A.

In the private room on the first floor, the marble floor reflects a miserable white light. Red velvet curtains cut it off from the world.

The ten-meter-long square dining table is covered with spotless white tablecloths. The vessels above reflect the harsh light of the gold and silverware.

Two gigantic golden chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, and the intricate illuminations glow coldly.

The four high walls are impregnable, casting dull shadows over the soft cashmere carpet.

The walls are hung with ancient and modern Chinese and foreign celebrity calligraphy and paintings, but no matter how expensive and luxurious the interior is, it can't cover the oppression and coercion in the private room.

It was already the third day that Han Ranchen was tied to a Roman pillar.

Slightly curly hair with the cervical vertebrae that seem to be broken,

Covers most of his face.

Suddenly, someone pinched her chin, forced her to look up, and poured another bucket of cold water on top of her head.

She coughed and let out a faint breath, and her pale face was full of death. His eyes were sunken, his lips were bloodless, and his body was trembling.

Bai Zhengqian sat cross-legged on the beige, Italian Cornelio Cappellini sofa. Squinting his eyes, he looked at Han Ranchen's painful appearance with a look of enjoyment.

"Tell me why you're doing this." Bai Zhengqian pretended to be pitiful and walked to Han Ranchen's side.

Han Ranchen found the right time, spat on his face and scolded with a laugh: "You rat generation and the like are less coy, your face that hasn't changed for several years is really getting more and more disgusting!"

Bai Zhengqian wiped his face with a pocket towel, he was extremely angry, the skin at the corners of his eyes seemed to be about to crack, the two round eyes seemed to burst out, and the green tendons on his forehead twitched there.

He suddenly laughed strangely, and pulled a syringe out of his pocket, which flowed with an unknown and dangerous liquid.

He approached Han Ranchen step by step, put the syringe against her arm, and said compassionately, "Since you are so ignorant of lifting, how about I let you experience the joy of ascending to heaven?"

Han Ranchen immediately understood what the liquid in the tube was, his face was frightened, he twisted his body violently, his breathing was short, and he said in his mouth that he didn't want to.

Bai Zhengqian whistled at the syringe, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of the pleasure of the villain.

"Don't. As long as you obediently tell me who Han Chenluo's father is and where Chang Huan is now, I will release you immediately." Bai Zhengqian's eyes were dark and he smiled incomprehensibly.