my villain is too cute

Chapter 189 My Little Poor (3)

The original owner hadn't had any surgery in the past half month, and many doctors were dissatisfied. She went only for a difficult operation that other doctors couldn't handle.

It was this operation with a success rate of 5.00% that blocked the mouths of those doctors.

Han Jin raised his eyebrows noncommittally, of course he has to work, otherwise how could he meet the cutie.

He Cong coughed and calmed down his excitement: "Then it's going to be rounds now, are you going?"

Han Jin got up and came to the door and put on a white coat, the meaning was obvious.

He Cong hurriedly followed, and when many doctors and nurses gathered, there were already eight or nine of them, all of whom were directors of various departments.

A large group of people came to the empty corridor, He Cong quickly walked a few steps to Han Jin, and introduced him to the unfamiliar director.

"This floor is all VIP wards, and the people living in them are either rich or expensive, but most of them are not serious illnesses, just simple chest tightness or something, and they are afraid of death."

Speaking of this, He Cong rolled his eyes, feeling very contemptuous of these people who occupy medical resources.

Several people came to a ward at the end of the corridor. There were two strong bodyguards at the door, wearing uniform black suits, and they were tall and burly.

He Cong looked at the door of the ward with sympathy, and said in a low voice, "But this child is really miserable. He has congenital heart disease. He is a frequent visitor to the hospital, and he doesn't know how his family takes care of him."

Han Jin glanced at the name at the door, and raised his pretty eyebrows.

1019: Xie Huan

Pushing open the door calmly, I immediately smelled the cute and sweet smell.

Han Jin stepped back and took another look, the tip of his tongue moved, as if he was thinking about something.

Xie Huan,

His name is Xie Huan...

The doctor behind took a strange look at the cold director,
I always feel that her breath is softer, is it an illusion...

The corners of Han Jin's lips were slightly raised, his indifferent facial features appeared gentle, and the emotion in his eyes was somewhat vivid.

He walked into the ward slowly, but his back showed eagerness.

Han Jin was a little worried, congenital heart disease is not good, it is good to have a baby, but once he gets sick, he will go to hell with one foot.

Xie Huan was sitting on the hospital bed reading a book, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head, looked curiously at the strange doctor in front of him, and then turned his gaze to the familiar He Cong, with a warm smile on his lips and a sweet voice.

"Is Dr. He coming to make rounds?"

He Cong had a loving smile on his face, like a strange uncle, and said in a cautious voice, "Yes, Xiao Huan is not feeling well."

Xie Huan bent his eyes, pouting his pink lips: "It's okay, but my heart beats a little faster."

He Cong breathed a sigh of relief and comforted: "It's okay, just rest more."

Xie Huan nodded obediently, glanced at Han Jin, then turned his head secretly.

Why does this doctor keep looking at himself, it looks so strange.

Han Jin withdrew his gaze, his expression was calm and indifferent, his heart was complicated, and he flipped through the medical records in his hand.

Xie Huan, on December 12th, was 25 years old.

Han Jin looked at the child on the hospital bed and said that his height of 1.6 meters was too much.

A baby face is delicate, white and tender, revealing cuteness and tenderness, round almond eyes are clean and pure, and there are two deep dimples when she smiles.

A head of soft chestnut hair covers the forehead, with natural curls.

The appearance of an obedient baby made Han Jin, who is already 23 years old, inexplicably feel inferior.

cutie is too small,

It is really small, just a child, or a baby.

Even so, he is still his own cutie, Han Jin took a deep breath, suppressed the guilt in his heart, looked at him softly, and his voice was so gentle that water dripped out.

　Ask for a monthly ticket!I want five is enough, my perfect attendance award!

　　Save the children! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)