Medical road ahead

"Hey..."

After watching the movie and returning home, Wang Xiaobo lay on the bed tossing and turning, sighing constantly, "The person I love doesn't love me, and the person who loves me doesn't love me, what a crime!"

Although Chen Tiancheng did not make any further moves after a brief confession, once this layer of window paper is pierced, the relationship between the two will be boundless in the future, and the relationship between him, Chen Tiancheng, and He Lanlan Threesomes are no longer pure.

Since the last time they spent the weekend together at the movie bar opened by Chen Tiancheng's cousin, the three of them played together when they had nothing to do. They spent more time together than he and Hu Qiao. Forget old love".

"Hey!"

Sighing again, Wang Xiaobo simply turned over and got up, lit the incense, and sat quietly in meditation...

"hey-hey……"

This night, some people were worried, but some even smiled in their dreams.

After having dinner with Hutu's mother and daughter, the relationship between Chen Qing and Hutu's lovers has finally been confirmed. It is no longer the same as before, full of ambiguity, but the lovers are not satisfied.

Not only that, when Hu Tu sent him downstairs, he also took the opportunity to hold her little hand, and when he was parting, he quickly kissed her left cheek.

How long has it been since he held a girl's hand?

Four years or five years?

Not to mention kissing, as if it happened in the last century.

"Boer!"

Smiling, he suddenly hugged the pillow and kissed him, then kicked his legs, as if acting like a baby, "Doctor Hu, I like you."

The moonlight outside the window gradually brightened, as if infected by his sweet dreams, slowly, it changed from a crescent to a full moon, matching the starlight...

"Daddy, grandma said today that I will call your girlfriend Aunt Qiao in the future."

It was late at night, but Qin Xi'er did not fall asleep, but came to Qin Xiao's room with the Leo Ultraman that his grandfather bought for him, and climbed onto his bed.

"Your grandmother was right."

Qin Xiao nodded with a smile, and stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms.

"But why can't I call her mother?" Qin Xi'er was puzzled.

"Uh……"

Qin Xiao was speechless, pondered for a while, and then slowly said: "After I marry her, you can call her Mommy, if she wants."

"Mommy, Daddy..."

Hearing this, Qin Xi'er tilted her head and thought about it seriously, and then asked: "There are always children asking me why I call Daddy's mother grandma instead of grandma. I also want to know why? I don't Granny?"

"Yes, Xi'er naturally has a grandma, but..."

Qin Xiao paused again, frowned and looked at Qin Xi'er's childish little face, getting into trouble.

"But what? Grandma doesn't want me?" Qin Xi'er asked.

Qin Xiao said softly: "Xi'er, I'll take you to see your grandma when you grow up, okay?"

"Ok."

Qin Xi'er nodded, and said again: "However, I am content with my grandma and grandpa."

"Because they want to buy you a lot of Ultraman, right?" Qin Xiao asked with a smile.

"Whee!"

Qin Xi'er smiled shyly, holding Leo Altman with one hand, and Qin Xiao's neck with the other, and slowly closed her eyes.

After he fell asleep, Qin Xiao changed him into a comfortable position, covered him with the quilt, and left the bedroom lightly without any sleepiness. He came to the study, opened the safe, and took out a book from inside. Carefully flipping through the old photo album, "Sister, Xi'er has grown up and started to slowly explore his own life experience, should I tell him the truth now?"

Caressing the yellowed family photo, Qin Xiao's mood became heavy and complicated...

"Grandma Zhao, I saw someone selling flowers on the way to the hospital, so I bought some."

In the early morning of the next day, He Lanlan arrived at the intensive care ward building at the back door of the Affiliated Hospital of C University before eight o'clock, and walked into Zhao Weilan's ward with a bouquet of flowers.

It is not quite accurate to say that it is a ward. The whole building is not like other inpatient departments of the hospital. It is uniformly painted with white paint and neatly repaired. It is a small western-style building with a sense of time.

It is said that this place used to be a dental clinic built by the Church of England, and it was also the predecessor of the affiliated hospital of C University. Later, the hospital was expanded several times, but the place was never touched. It was only renovated several times, and many modern appliances were installed inside, turning it into a A place for convalescence for special patients.

After the establishment of the green medical station, many retired cadres and retired veterans were arranged by the government to come here for treatment and recuperation, which made the originally empty small building lively. In order to maintain the privacy and tranquility here, the hospital specially set up a A fence wall was built outside the small building to divide it into an independent space.

In addition to the hospital's own medical staff, there are also many volunteers who come here to serve, and they are all excellent young and middle-aged people who have undergone professional training, just to make the veterans, old cadres, and old scientists who live here feel the warmth of home.

People who usually choose to live here are either family members who are not around, or elderly people who are lonely and widowed, so this place has become their second home.

Zhao Weilan lived here because of brain cancer. After Yang Yang resected her brain tumor, the spread of cancer cells was basically controlled. But since she is about to turn [-], she can't help expressing concern about her postoperative recovery, so , Yang Yangcai proposed to the hospital leaders to let her live here, conduct nearby monitoring, and provide nutrition therapy.

However, she herself is not happy about it. She always feels like she is in prison. She sneaks out from time to time, either mixing with major archaeological teams, or hiding in her studio to sort out archaeological materials and files from her early years. Therefore, in order for her to Staying at ease, her assistants and hospital leaders lost their hair a lot.

"Why so early? It's hard to have a weekend, sleep more!"

Zhao Weilan hurried over to greet her, and took the bouquet of flowers from her hand, "Well, this poppy paired with firecracker flowers looks strange at first glance, but if it is arranged skillfully, it will be a beautiful sight."

After finishing speaking, she took the vase with wintersweet in it and began to show off her flower arrangement skills in front of He Lanlan.

"Grandma Zhao, do you know how to arrange flowers?" He Lanlan smiled.

After getting along with her for a few days, He Lanlan discovered that this old man is not difficult to serve, but he is a bit particular and has obsessive-compulsive disorder. As long as he respects her habits, he can get along well with her.

Moreover, she has a wealth of experience and a wide range of knowledge. She can take you from archeology to history, then from history to politics, and finally, she can gossip with you in this building. She is an interesting old lady.

The only shortcoming is that he can't stay idle, he always has to find something to do, otherwise, he will be discharged from the hospital.

Therefore, He Lanlan would bring different things every time she came here. The last time it was a sugar figurine, this time it was flowers, which always made her happy.

"Generally, people who can draw know how to arrange flowers. In fact, flower arrangement is the same as painting. It pays attention to composition, color matching and shape."

Zhao Weilan dexterously flipped around while talking, "Back then, if I hadn't gone to archeology halfway, maybe I would be a painter now."

"Teacher, haven't you held an art exhibition long ago, and sold a few paintings? Isn't this what a painter is?"

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open, and a tall and handsome young man walked in facing the sunlight outside the window, stepping on He Lanlan's heart at a leisurely pace...