As Principal He left, the students burst into excitement.
But under the pressure of the teachers, these emotions came and went quickly, leaving only a few ripples floating around in an instant.
After the evening self-study, several girls went back to the dormitory together.
"Xiaoyun, why didn't you go take a look? There is a little brother who is so handsome!" A girl was still infatuated with Su Yun's beauty in her prime, sharing all this with her best friend with starry eyes.
"I saw it, it's pretty good." The girl named Xiaoyun said softly.
"Stop studying all the time and you will become a nerd."
"No, I just want to find him when I can and watch him quietly for a few minutes by myself." Xiaoyun said seriously, "I don't want to watch it with you."
"It turns out you are the most nymphomaniac!"
Several girls laughed together and returned to the dormitory.
After washing up and turning off the lights, Xiaoyun lay down on the quilt and buried her head in it to block the light of her cell phone so as not to be discovered by the teacher who was checking her bed.
The picture downloaded from the profile of the handsome doctor from 912 was well saved in the phone's storage. Xiaoyun looked at it with love after retrieving it.
She was looking at a photo that Su Yun handed in when he came to Haicheng. It was an ordinary ID photo with a blue background.
But no matter how ordinary it is, as long as the person above is handsome enough, it is enough. It was as if the light in the quilt was not emitted by the mobile phone screen, but by the person in the ID photo.
If you are a doctor, then you should also apply for a medical school when you take the college entrance examination. It’s just that 912 seems to be a military doctor. It is said that doctors have to go to affiliated schools during their internship.
Thinking of this, Xiaoyun began to check which school she should apply for to go to 912 for clinical internship.
Or... He seems to be already a professor. Such a young professor is really powerful. But he is already a professor, so he should be able to guide graduate students.
After searching randomly for an hour or two, with little stars in her eyes, Xiaoyun still didn't feel tired.
He is a really handsome guy, especially that wicked smile that makes people's hearts beat faster and faster.
Just like that, the phone fell on my chest, and it was very hot. Not sure whether it was because her skin was red and hot due to shame or because she had been looking at her phone for too long, Xiaoyun fell asleep unconsciously.
In the past few days, my thoughts have turned into motivation. It seems that it is not easy to get into the military medical college. Xiaoyun burst out with unparalleled enthusiasm and devoted herself to learning.
But it was like God was joking. Xiaoyun, who was passionate about life, had planned the route she would take in ten years, and was ready to go on unswervingly, soon came into contact with some kind of malicious intent.
While taking a shower, she accidentally felt a hard knot on her right abdominal wall.
Xiaoyun doesn't have much fat on her abdominal wall, so the induration is even clearer to the touch. It doesn't hurt, but it's hard...
Standing under the showerhead, Xiaoyun was stunned. Is this a tumor? She is already a high school student, 3 or 4 years older than the students in the second grade of junior high school who suffered from food poisoning. She usually listens to her parents chatting and browses the Internet and comes into contact with some fragmentary knowledge about tumors.
A young girl... Tumor... Radiotherapy and chemotherapy... Her hair was shaved...
This series of words appeared in Xiaoyun's mind. This is a plot that often appears in ancient Korean dramas. She was thinking about it all in a daze.
I just made a ten-year work plan, why did it end at the very beginning
She couldn't explain this problem. In Xiaoyun's outline and plan, it should be one year for senior high school and five years for undergraduate. In six and a half years, she could become Professor Su's graduate student.
Then we get to see each other day and night every day, and we can watch them for as long as we want.
But she had a tumor... This news was like a bolt from the blue, making Xiaoyun stand stupidly under the shower and cry.
When she was tired of crying, she wiped away her tears.
The younger you are, the more malignant the tumor is, and you are afraid that you will die. Xiaoyun knew this deeply. What she would have to face would definitely be endless surgeries, radiotherapy and chemotherapy. By then, she would be ugly, so how could she meet the handsome Professor Su.
Go now! You must show him your most sunny, gentle and lovely side! Even if it's just the last time.
This thought rose from the bottom of my heart and became difficult to contain.
Xiaoyun worked hard to keep her mood calm. Makeup was not allowed in school. She could only get access to cosmetics during holidays. But this is not important, natural and natural, this is the advantage of girls who are full of youthful atmosphere.
"Dalei, I want to take leave and go to the hospital." Xiaoyun said calmly after taking a bath.
"It seems like parents have to take the lead." Dalei asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with you?"
"I have a tumor, please touch it."
“…”
"Don't tell my parents or the teacher yet. I'm going to climb over the wall and get out. Just tell the teacher for me."
"The teacher will not give you any leave..."
"I'm going to die, don't be afraid." Xiaoyun forced a smile and whispered firmly.
Her classmates persuaded her for a long time, but nothing could stop Xiaoyun from going to 912 to see the handsome little brother.
Life is really full of regrets, even if you are young and frivolous, you still have to have courage. There are already a lot of regrets, and there must be no more regrets about this matter.
Xiaoyun sneaked out of school and took the bus to 912.
According to the description of the doctor's picture on the official 912 website, the doctor's surname is Su and he should be in the interventional department. Xiaoyun didn't know what kind of interventional surgery it was. She had read the introduction about the Nobel Prize, but she didn't know what TIPS surgery was.
She hid her sadness deep in her heart, with a smile as bright as a freshly bloomed flower.
You must keep the best side in your little brother's heart, and you must not cry!
When she came to 912 and saw the huge crowds of patients and their families, Xiaoyun was confused. However, she had a firm belief in her heart, and she asked sweetly along the way, and finally found the interventional department in the magnificent 912 Hospital Department half an hour later.
It was already past 3 p.m., and family members of patients were walking around in the corridor of the department, doctors in white uniforms were walking around, and nurses were also walking around. Is this where my little brother works
If I hadn't gotten sick, would I have been walking around like this in a few years
When she thought of getting sick, Xiaoyun felt sad, tears welled up in her eyes, and then fell down drop by drop.
She didn't want to cry, she just wanted to be strong and find that little brother, and then tell him that she was sick and could not be his student in the future...
But I couldn't bear the sadness, and the tears flowed out.
Xiaoyun unconsciously squatted on the ground, burying her head in her legs and feeling silently sad.
"Whose family member are you? Why are you crying outside." came a simple and honest voice.
"Boss, you are too nosy." Immediately, another "familiar" voice fell in my ears, like a sound.