It was originally a joke, but I didn't expect Song Nanruo to take it seriously.
She turned sideways, her expression always cold and serious: "If you want to get better, you have to listen to me -"
"Of course," Song Nanruo sneered, "If you want to die, if you continue to turn a deaf ear to my words, do you think I will still care about you?"
The lights in the parking lot flickered, making her sharp outlines soften a lot.
Of course, this is only in Qin Shiyue's eyes.
Little did he know that the driver in the front row had his back soaked with cold sweat. He had never heard anyone dare to speak to Qin Shiyue in such a tone.
The air was silent for a few seconds.
Qin Shiyue smiled instead of being angry: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Song Nanruo then gave up, but felt that Qin Shiyue's reaction... seemed to be getting more and more abnormal.
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The car parked smoothly in the hospital parking lot. Unlike last time, this time Qin Shiyue came in standing.
The two walked into the hospital, where Lin Han was already waiting for them.
Just seeing the two of them, Lin Han remembered Qin Shiyue's abnormality last night, and looked at Song Nanruo with a more probing look.
Several people walked into the ward, and Lin Han offered to help Song Nanruo.
This was a first for Dr. Lin, who had always been arrogant and arrogant. Even the way he looked at Song Nanruo was filled with admiration.
Sensing Lin Han's attentive and thirsty gaze, why didn't Song Nanruo know what he was thinking
Song Nanruo narrowed her eyes and kept moving her hands, "You may not learn anything from me."
"Why?" Lin Han asked confused.
Doctors are kind-hearted, and most doctors will share their medical skills in the hope of helping more people.
Although the woman in front of him was cold and desolate, just because she was willing to treat Shi Yue, it could be seen that she was not a cold-blooded person.
Song Nanruo said calmly: "What I am most proficient in is surgery. I was forced to learn Chinese medicine for a while and am not very proficient. But it is enough to diagnose and prescribe medicine for Qin Shiyue. I will diagnose his condition in detail today. After I go back Contact my teacher.”
Lin Han found it difficult to say anything more and asked, "Who is your teacher?"
Speaking of his teacher, Song Nanruo's expression softened a little, "My teacher's surname is Hua."
The surname Hua was relatively rare. Lin Han searched for a Chinese medicine doctor named Hua in his mind. In a flash of lightning, he thought of a name.
"Hua Qingsong!"
"His name is Hua Qingsong."
in unison.
The name he guessed and the name Song Nanruo said turned out to be the same person.
Lin Han was shocked. He didn't expect Song Nanruo to be his master.
Hua Qingsong is a famous Chinese medicine practitioner in the medical field and a master of traditional Chinese medicine. Many years ago, for unknown reasons, he suddenly announced his retirement. No matter who looked for him, there was no trace of him.
Unexpectedly, I saw his direct disciple today.
Lin Han did not doubt Song Nanruo's words. After all, Song Nanruo's medical skills were already better than his own at such a young age. Except for such a top person, others would never be able to teach him.
He wanted to ask more about Hua Qingsong, but suddenly he caught Qin Shiyue's gloomy gaze.
"Have you finished asking?" His tone was impatient.
Lin Han nodded quickly and bowed: "When you're done asking, you're done asking. Miss Song, please start."
Song Nanruo was going to give Qin Shiyue a detailed physical examination.
She put her slender fingers lightly on his wrist bones, pressed his arteries with her hands, felt his pulse, and recorded his pulse.
After preparing to listen to the heart rhythm, Song Nanruo glanced at Qin Shiyue, who was lying on the hospital bed and staring at him intently.
"Take your shirt off."
(End of chapter)