Xia Xingran ran alone to the garden of the hospital and found a dark corner where no one was around.

She didn't cry when she was misunderstood and beaten by patients, retaliated against by colleagues, and even faced with prosecution, and her career was ruined. But Bai Moyan's distrust of her was like a knife, slashing her heart and lungs one by one, making her feel painful. Look at the book

Su Wanwan, who had witnessed everything, raised a smug sneer on the corner of her mouth. Just now, when Bai Moyan used money to hit the patient, she guessed that once Xia Xingran knew, it would be like this, so she deliberately did not stop it.

At this moment, she watched the two of them fall apart, and Xia Xingran cried bitterly in front of her eyes again, only to feel that the blockage of her heart for many days had finally smoothed out once.

As the so-called good people do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west. Su Wanwan took a video of Xia Xingran crying at the moment, said a few words casually, and tapped the screen to send it to Han Chenluo.

Sending charcoal in the snow is the best way to capture people's hearts. Su Wanwan understands this truth better than anyone else. Seeing Han Chenluo's reply, Su Wanwan made a position, and Fang walked away with a smile.

Rather than letting Bai Moyan take the initiative to let go, it is better to let Xia Xingran die first. This is a new strategy summed up by Su Wanwan.

After Han Chenluo saw the message on his mobile phone, he immediately asked for leave from the school for evening self-study, and hurriedly ran to the hospital. On the way, I happened to meet Xu Yin, who was going to go outside to run errands. In the face of Xu Yin's shouting, Han Chen Luoli ignored it and ran out with a dull head.

The only one who can make him so desperate to put down his studies is that person! Xu Yin squinted, biting her lower lip stubbornly, and the film in her hand carved scars on her palm.

When Han Chenluo arrived, it was dark, and Xia Xingran was sitting alone in the garden, his eyes were empty, staring directly at the grass opposite.

When you look closely, her eyes are red and swollen, her hair is messy, and her left cheek and forehead are noticeably raised.

Han Chenluo hurriedly ran over and hugged her into his arms, his distressed voice was like broken porcelain: "Sister, I'm here." Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Xia Xingran didn't even have the strength to refuse this hug, she drilled into Han Chenluo's arms, slowly exhaled a breath, stretched her limbs, and gently closed her eyes.

After a few moments, she regained some energy, sat up straight, looked at the sky, and began to think about the whole thing.

Wen Yi's hemostatic clip operation was not a problem, and the patient did not eat, according to Zhang Jiajia's description, the patient must have been critically ill due to acute allergies.

Could it be that the allergen was misused by the patient during the operation? Like rubber gloves?

Xia Xingran hurriedly said to Han Chenluo, "Xiao Luo, I remember that your lawyer doesn't have a way to cheat confessions, will you?"

Han Chenluo pouted a little helplessly: "Sister, is that called a confession?" After speaking, he said with a sad face, "The teacher said that inducing confessions is illegal and is not useful."

Xia Xingran rolled her eyes angrily and said, "Special treatment in special times, besides, I am seeking the truth, and I am not doing anything illegal or criminal."

She pulled Han Chenluo up and pushed him towards the inpatient department with all her breastfeeding strength: "Go, go, you can help me ask if the patient has any allergens, especially if he is allergic to rubber." Look at the book

Han Chenluo couldn't, so he had to follow Xia Xingran, pretending to be a family member of a patient who had just been admitted to the hospital, and entered the ward.

As soon as Han Chenluo entered the ward, he immediately changed his face to a pitiful little crying bag. Xia Xingran hid outside the door and peeked, secretly saying that Han Chenluo's refusal to act was really a big loss for the entertainment industry.

He was already born very well, but now with a heartbreaking look, he looks more and more touching. Immediately, he attracted the attention of everyone in the ward, and everyone gathered around him.

Han Chenluo pretended to sob a few times before saying to the crowd, "My mother was just hospitalized today. However, she is not in good health and has a sensitive constitution, so I am worried that she will have an accident during the operation, so I came to consult everyone."

Someone was busy sending a paper to give advice to Han Chenluo: "This is not difficult, you just talk to the doctor about your mother's allergens."

Han Chenluo wiped away the tears that were easy to squeeze out and continued, "But my mother is allergic to rubber, so it is inevitable to use rubber gloves for surgery

。 I don't know if you've ever done such an inconvenient thing."

At this time, a patient with a gastric stromal tumor who had just undergone surgery today said, "Rubber allergy, I really don't have this. But what you said, young man, this is really troublesome, you must make it clear to the attending doctor, don't be like me, thinking that you have met a living Bodhisattva, but it turns out to be a living Hades."

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and scolded, "It's a shame that I trusted Xia Xingran so much before, but I didn't expect that she was not a good thing like her evil father!"

Han Chenluo gritted his back molars and squeaked, trying to suppress the urge to hit someone in his heart, and forced out a smile and said, "Okay, okay, thank you for reminding me, I will definitely pay attention."

After confirming that the patients with gastric stromal tumors were not allergic to rubber, Han Chenluo began to implement a second plan to explore the source of the patient's allergies.

He looked at everyone with an envious expression, "Speaking of which, I really envy everyone for not being allergic. People with allergies are really uncomfortable."

After saying that, he deliberately stopped, scanning everyone's reactions.

"Who's to say it isn't. I can't eat something as delicious as mango, it's really unpalatable." The tone of the patient with gastric stromal tumor was full of indignation and regret.

It turned out that the patient was allergic to mango! Xia Xingran secretly clenched the corners of his clothes.

Han Chenluo remained silent and continued to follow the temptation: "Then don't you also want to tell the attending doctor, did you say it?"

The patient with gastric stromal tumor hurriedly said, "Of course you have to say it, wouldn't it be irresponsible to yourself not to say it?"

Han Chenluo took out his mobile phone, quietly clicked on the recording function, and deliberately complained: "Then Xia Xingran is really derelict in his duties, I just came from the doctor's office, and I didn't see the allergy record on your medical record at all."

The patient with gastric stromal tumor shook his head and waved his hand, "One thing is one thing. Although Xia Xingran's surgery was not done for me, I don't blame her for this. Because it was Dr. Yan Yue who saw me yesterday, I was talking to her about these things." Look at the book

Han Chenluo sighed, and a meaningful smile quickly appeared on his face. He silently put the phone back on, thanked the people in the ward, and calmly walked out of the ward.

After getting two important news, Xia Xingran was even more confused in his eyes. She pressed her back against the wall in the hallway of the hospital room, rubbing her lower lip with her thumb and forefinger. Begin to try to recall the whole process of the surgery.

Han Chenluo stood about two meters away from Xia Xingran, silently guarding her.

The patient is just allergic to mangoes, but how can there be mangoes in the operating room? But if it weren't for the allergen, then what was the problem that caused the patient to have such a severe allergic reaction.

Xia Xingran frowned deeply, and he couldn't figure out the trick after smacking his mouth dozens of times in a row.

Han Chenluo couldn't bear to see her in such pain, so he hurriedly reminded, "Sister, think about it, when you had surgery today, was there any situation that was different from usual?"

A different situation than usual?

Xia Xingran closed her eyes and thought deeply, and suddenly remembered Zhang Jiajia's abnormal reaction when she handed her sutures!

She immediately ran to the nurse's station to find Zhang Jiajia, there were slight beads of sweat on her forehead, she was panting in her mouth, and asked eagerly, "Jiajia, when you handed the sutures today, did you say that the threads were very fragrant?"

Zhang Jiajia was obviously taken aback by Xia Xingran's expression, and nodded in confusion.

After getting a definite answer, Xia Xingran didn't say a word, pulled Zhang Jiajia and went straight to the operating room in the afternoon.

After arriving at the operating room, Xia Xingran didn't care much, and rummaged through to find sutures. She leaned in and sniffed it, but there was no scent. She handed it to Zhang Jiajia and asked, "Jiajia, smell it again, isn't this the same volume as the one we used in the afternoon?"

Zhang Jiajia sniffed Xia Xingran's hand, and hurriedly shook her head and said, "No! This is definitely not the afternoon volume! In the afternoon, there was a distinctly fruity aroma on the roll."

Xia Xingran's thinking gradually became clearer, and she could roughly guess the cause of the patient's allergies. She rummaged through the empty yellow garbage bag, tried to suppress her voice trembling with anger, and asked Zhang Jiajia, "Jiajia, have you taken away the medical waste today?"

Zhang Jiajia thought for a while and replied, "I only received a batch yesterday, and I shouldn't have it today, and it is estimated that it will take a day or two to come."

Xia Xingran's heart instantly withdrew into his stomach and asked Zhang Jiajia for the key: "Jiajia, you are the only one here who has smelled the scroll of sutures that was scented at the time of the incident, can you do me a favor."

There was a rare look of pleading in her always resolute and independent eyes: "Help me find the scented roll of sutures at the temporary storage site for medical waste, as well as the few sutures that were removed from the patient."