Ning Shayne was pushed by Duanmulu, stepped back a few steps, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Smelly girl, it's fun to deceive people?"
"I, how can I be a lie." Duan Mulu bit his lower lip, his eyes flickering and turned to the side, not convinced of sophistry.
"Oh, didn't you?" Ning Xiaoyin squinted at the blushing Duanmulu, muttered: "Last time you said you were Gong Yejun's girlfriend, why didn't this young master see him look for him this week? you."
Duanmulu was taken aback, how could Gong Yejun come to see her last time, how could Ning Xiaoyan know that Gong Yejun hadn't come to her since that time? ? Could it be...
"You, you watch me." Thinking about it more clearly, Duanmulu turned his head angrily to look at Ning Danyin, and pointed at Ning Danyin with some trembling fingers. No wonder she felt cold on her back this week, someone followed her, and when she changed clothes, she always felt that someone was watching her.
Ning Shayne's eyes flashed, a little guilty, and he snorted unconvincedly: "This young master doesn't have the American time to follow you."
"It's not you who would have, no wonder I recently felt that someone was following me, it turned out to be you stalker." Duanmulu raised his head, arms on hips, and looked at Ning Shayin contemptuously: "No need to explain, to explain is to cover up, to cover up is just to cover up. fact."
Ning Xiaoyin twitched the corners of his mouth. This girl... However, he was pretty sure that he didn't follow Duanmulu. Then whoever followed Duanmulu would not be a fan of Duanmulu. Thinking of this, Ning Xiaoyin's face immediately blacken.
"My little ancestor, why did you suddenly get sick again?" In the office of the infirmary, Qian Xiaoxing sat on an office chair, propped his head with one hand, and closed his eyes soothingly.
Ling Tianyi beside her sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly.
Suddenly, Qian Xiaoxing opened her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows: "Ms. Ning is still outside, I don't want her to hear anything." Although she heard nothing, she didn't want anyone to know her illness, only a few remained. Not much time.
"Don't worry, she won't be back in an hour." Ling Tianyi raised his hand to help his eye sockets, put his hands in the pockets of the white coat, and reminded faintly: "Fortunately, this time the illness is very small, otherwise I will be really serious. There is no way to save you."
"Thank you." Qian Xiaoxing smiled slightly and raised her eyebrows: "Even you said that. It seems that this girl's disease cannot be cured."
Ling Tianyi glanced at Qian Xiaoxing, leaned against the desk, and shook his head: "Although I am not sure, as long as I find the legendary doctor, I should be very sure."
"The legendary doctor? You are talking about the genius doctor who came and went without a trace in City C, old man Mo?"
Rumor has it that the old man Mo's medical skills are superb, even though he is over seventy years old, he is still young. It is said that the generations of children and generations are aiming to study medicine, but in the generation of Old Man Mo, none of the children and grandchildren like to study medicine. It can be said that in the generation of Old Man Mo, the medical skills handed down from generation to generation by their ancestors will end.
"you know?"
"Well, I have already looked for him, and he said he can't help." Qian Xiaoxing's expression flashed slightly, thinking of an event that happened three years ago in his mind.
three years ago:
In a beautiful woodland in City C, in front of a house covered with thatch, an old man over seventy years old, with white temples, holding a hoe in his hand, digging a small piece of land in front of him, although it is already full Sweating profusely, but the old man’s face was filled with a happy smile.
"Grandpa, someone is coming to seek medical advice." Just as the old man put down his hoe, a ten-year-old boy with a tattered kite in his hand came to the old man's eyes and pointed to the doorway, who was wearing a long black dress. Thirteen-year-old girl holding a writing board in it.
"Huh?" The old man replied softly, followed the little boy's gaze, and suddenly frowned, "Little boy, let her in."
"Oh." The little boy dropped the kite in his hand and came to the girl's side. His eyes lit up. Just as he was about to hold the girl's elbow, the girl suddenly retreated without a trace. This action made him look at that side. The old man squinted slightly.
The boy didn't succeed, and immediately pursed his mouth: "Grandpa, this big sister is bullying me."
"Child, don't mess around." The old man glared with gleaming eyes, and his tone was full of displeasure: "The visitor is a guest. How can you make trouble so unreasonably? Let this girl come in."
The child lowered his head aggrievedly, a pair of amber eyes filled with tears, as if he would cry in the next second.
At this moment, a pair of thin and white hands stretched out in front of the little boy's eyes, and the girl's faintly sorrowful eyes were reflected in the child's dazed look.
The boy looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, sniffed his nose, raised his head to look at the beautiful face, suddenly raised his hand and hit the girl's hand, turned his head, and snorted coldly from his nostrils: "I don't want to lead. Where are your hands."
"Children..."
Suddenly, the old man’s anger came from the thatched hut, which made the little boy stiff. He immediately turned his head, glared at the girl, and said angrily: "Hurry up, what you are doing, you just want to Did you let me be scolded by Grandpa?"
With that, the child led the way.
The girl retracted her hand and looked at the faint red mark on the palm of her hand. She was not angry. Instead, she smiled faintly, and a sadness crossed her eyes. She used to be like this, but it's a pity that fate has tricked her, letting her know how ugly the world is. Everything that seems to be real is an illusory dream.
The girl slowly walked into the thatched house. She didn't look at the furnishings much, but she could feel how much the people who furnish all of them took care of it, because there was hardly any dust in sight.
"Please sit down." The old man touched his beard, pointed to the place across the table, and looked at the girl and muttered: "My name is Mo Wenchen, and many people call me Old Man Mo."
"Xian Xiaoxing. I'm here this time for one thing, and I want to ask Old Man Mo to treat me." The girl took out the clipboard on the table and wrote her name without hesitation, and she didn't hesitate to write. Under the target.
"Ah, it turns out that you are dumb. No wonder you didn't speak when you came to seek medical treatment, but the one who followed you said." Mo Wenchen hadn't spoken yet, but the boy standing beside the old man suddenly jumped out. , Exclaimed.
"Cough cough." The old man gave a light cough, raised his hand and hit the boy on the head, and looked at the boy warningly: "Boy, how did I teach you, don't you know it unreasonably?"
The boy was beaten by the old man and was very unconvinced, but he also knew that he was at fault first, so he clutched his head: "I'm sorry."
Qian Xiaoxing shook his head and waved his pen again: "It's okay. Old man Mo, let's get back to business."
"Stretch out your hand."
Qian Xiaoxing listened to Mo Wenchen's words and stretched out his right hand. After a long time, Mo Wenchen released his hand and touched his beard: "You are not congenital not to speak, but acquired."
"Grandpa, what do you mean by the day after tomorrow?" The boy tilted his head and asked in a puzzled manner.
"What is acquired is not that I didn't know how to speak when I was born, but what I experienced since I was a child, or saw something uncomfortable. In order not to remember those things, I became reticent, and finally I stopped talking. Are you right? Girl."
Qian Xiaoxing pursed his mouth slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Wenchen: "You deserve to be a genius doctor, you can know this just by taking your pulse. Then, Old Man Mo should find out another hidden disease."
"Yes, I did see it." Mo Wenchen touched his beard. After vicissitudes of life, those eyes that seemed to be able to see through the heart were staring at Qian Xiaoxing, and suddenly he said: "But, you go, although I I'm sure to cure you, but I won't save someone like you."
Qian Xiaoxing was taken aback, was silent for a while, and stood up: "Thank you." After writing, Qian Xiaoxing retracted the writing board, turned and left towards the thatched cottage.
Watching Qian Xiaoxing's leaving figure, the child wanted to catch up and stop Qian Xiaoxing, but the doubts in his heart made him stuck. He looked up at Mo Wenchen and asked incomprehensibly: "Grandpa, why don't you save my sister? Is it because she is a bad person?"
In Xiaotong’s cognition, since grandpa said that she was not the only one, then the elder sister must be a bad person, so grandpa would not save her. Although he didn't want to believe it, he could feel it from his grandpa's words.
"Little boy, do you think she will be a bad person?" Mo Wenchen listened to the child's puzzled question, looked down at the boy, and muttered.
"Of course, Xiaotong doesn't think my sister is a bad person. Although I have only met my sister for ten minutes, I can feel that my sister is a good person."
"Since I believe she is a good person, then continue to believe it." Mo Wenchen touched Xiaotong's head, his eyes flashed with helplessness.
The boy tilted his head and blinked amber eyes: "Well, I believe she is a good person. But, grandpa, why don't you see her doctor?"
"Because I only save people who want to live."
"Those who want to live?" Xiaotong couldn't understand why his grandfather said that, but grandpa didn't often say that he would save a life and win the seventh-level buddha. Why did he say that he only saves those who want to live
"Because, in that girl's eyes, the light of death is flowing." Mo Wenchen murmured helplessly: "A person who doesn't want to live, even if he is saved, one day she will only find short-sightedness, if so, why bother Do it extra, save it?"
As soon as Mo Wenchen's words fell, the boy jumped up and his face was full of anger: "Grandpa, you are too bad. Don't you often say that saving a life is better than building a seventh-level Buddha? Why is it because she doesn't want to live. Not saved?"
"This..." The old man touched his beard, some of them couldn't answer the child's question, looking embarrassed.
At the door, Qian Xiaoxing, who had gone back and forth, leaned against the door, quietly listening to the conversation between two large and one small, suddenly curled his lips and left the thatched hut quietly.
"Not saved? How could it be possible." Ling Tianyi said in surprise, with a trace of doubt in his eyes: "The rumors are not that Old Man Mo is benevolent and benevolent. How could he not be saved?"
Qian Xiaoxing was pulled back to his thoughts by Ling Tianyi's surprised voice, nodded, and slightly curled his lips: "Because he said he doesn't save people who want to die."
Ling Tianyi was taken aback for a moment, a little unbelievable, and then understood. Indeed, the little girl back then didn't want to live. He was very clear about this as her attending physician, but it is no longer like that.
"But, Xiaoxing, you are not like that at this time." Ling Tianyi frowned lightly, and persuaded him: "You tell me the address of Old Man Mo, and I'll go there and invite him."
"No, it's too late." Qian Xiaoxing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I got news that he was dead two months ago."
The fate is ruthless. She didn’t want to live three years ago. For the sake of the tomb of the cherry blossoms, everyone worked tirelessly to find her. She promised to meet with the old man. He was still very healthy at that time. I didn’t expect that in just three years, when she was When he wanted to live, he sent someone to search again, but the news he got was that he had passed away.
"What? How could it be?" Ling Tianyi was shocked, a little unbelievable, looking at Qian Xiaoxing's eyes full of pity, and sighed: "Fate is making fun of people."