You are the black one!

Chen Bo went to help Anya, but was pushed away severely.

With blood all over his face, Anya pointed at Chen Bo's nose and growled, "Get out, I don't want to see you again—"

Chen Bo took a few steps back, but did not leave.

The blood flowed down, which was very annoying. An Ya wiped his face with his sleeve, got up from the ground, and limped outside.

Chen Bo wanted to follow, An Ya's crying voice resounded through the night sky, "Don't bother me anymore—"

Chen Bo stopped in his tracks and watched An Ya's leaving figure.

Anya hid in a corner of the city and cried hard for two days.

On the morning of the third day, An Ya passed out on the side of the road as soon as he walked out of the cheap hotel.

The little owner of the hotel was very honest, he quickly carried him back, boiled some porridge and poured it down, An Ya opened his eyes quietly, and asked feebly, "What's wrong with me, why am I sleeping here?"

The little boss frowned when he smiled, "Young man, you have a fever."

An Ya touched his head, and said, "No."

The little boss pointed to Anya's swollen face, "Your face is inflamed, go to the hospital."

An Ya took out his pocket, and there was only a pitiful 50 yuan left in it, not even enough for the rent.

The little boss seemed to see what An Ya was thinking, and smiled genuinely, "It's okay young man, just give me the money after you recover from your injury and go out to find a job. It's not easy these days, everyone has a bad time. "

An Ya nodded, tears fell again.

This young man with a bright face hadn't come out since he checked in the day before yesterday. He didn't eat or drink, and just stayed in the room, crying day and night, and the low sobbing sound was unbearable.

The little boss is kind, and delivered meals twice, but An Ya didn't eat any.

When he was able to get up, An Ya looked in the mirror, and then smiled, while laughing, tears couldn't stop streaming down his face, "Hehe, Li Zhetian, your favorite face...is ruined, I think...you I won't...look at me again, goodbye...oh, it's still gone."

Anya covered his face and choked up for a long time.

Medical treatment requires money.

Anya sold his coat for 4000 yuan.

Anya felt very reluctant, but for the sake of life, food, and survival, he had no choice but to bow his head.

Anya took the money and went to a small clinic that he used to frequent.

It was opened by a retired old doctor himself, and the fee was very cheap. Anya used to come here if he got into a fight.

I remember that once An Ya's nose bridge was broken by someone, the old doctor jumped three feet high, scolding An Ya so much that he didn't dare to come again for several months.

An Ya walked in with his head down. He hadn't been here for almost four or five years. He didn't know if the old doctor was still there.

Small clinics do not need to be registered, and if there are not many people going in, the old doctor can show them.

As soon as An Ya entered, he saw the old doctor who was much older.

The old doctor's eyes were still very good, and he recognized at a glance that this was the boy An who was always fighting and beating, and started cursing, "You brat is fighting again! It's only been a few years since it stopped, why don't you have a long memory!"

With half of his face swollen, An Ya smiled with his mouth open, "Hello, Grandpa."

The old doctor came over and slapped An Ya on the back, "What did you do? You only came here when you were infected!"

An Ya touched his swollen and hot cheek, just smiled without saying a word.

The old doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory injections and medicine, and came over with salt water and alcohol to clean An Ya's wound.

"Why so much sand... Brat, you want to disfigure your face!"

"Hiss... pain... hiss..."

"Deserved!"

After wrapping up the wound, An Ya's face was almost buried in white gauze.

The nurse took the medicine, quickly performed a skin test on Anya, and put on an IV.

After finishing his work, the old doctor held up a medicine bottle and told Anya to take medicine in his lounge, and poured him a glass of boiled water.

An Ya lay on the old doctor's bed, silently watching the medicine in the drip irrigation.

The old doctor suddenly said, "Boy An, are you in trouble?"

Anya was taken aback.

The old doctor coughed and cleared his throat, "Don't think I'm old and dim-sighted. I've lived so long and my eyesight is much better than that of your young people. Tell me, old man, what happened?"

An Ya shook his head, his eyes were a little hot.

The old doctor snorted, "Is that boy Chen who fights with you all day bullying you?"

Boy Chen is Chen Bo.

An Ya continued to shake his head, but this time he couldn't hold back his tears.

The old doctor severely criticized An Ya, "Why are you crying, soaking the gauze and getting infected, you are shameless!"

Anya cried even harder, shaking into a ball on the bed.

The old doctor saw it, forget it, don't bother, and went out to make rounds on crutches.

An hour later, An Ya finished the injection.

The old doctor held up his reading glasses and knocked Anya on the head, "Remember to beat him tomorrow, brat, don't eat hair when you go back, remember!"

An Ya nodded, took the oral medicine, put on his shoes and got out of bed.

The old doctor muttered while packing up, "My face is so disfigured, how can I fix it in the future..."

An Ya just touched the door with his hand, when he heard this sentence suddenly, he turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

The old doctor glanced at Anya, "Of course it's a plastic surgery!"

Anya let out an oh, and went out with his head down.

The old doctor suddenly called out, "Boy An, come back."

Anya turned around and pushed the door open again, "Grandpa, I don't have plastic surgery, it's fine."

The old doctor pointed to the chair with his walking stick, "Sit down."

Anya had no choice but to sit down.

The old doctor carefully looked at An Ya's face, then clapped his hands and smiled, "It's okay, the injury is not serious, I can make you look better."

Anya repeated what he said just now, "Grandpa, I don't have plastic surgery."

The old doctor sighed, "Don't believe my skills? I'm from Beijing Medical University, so many people seek me for plastic surgery!"

Anya could only tell the truth, "Grandpa, I don't have any money, so it's only four thousand."

The old doctor thought for a while, "Forget it, for the sake of me watching you grow up, four thousand is four thousand."

Anya smiled wryly, "Grandpa, I still have to eat and house, I really don't have the money for plastic surgery."

The old doctor rubbed his chin and murmured for a long time, "Otherwise, you should come and work as a nurse, the clinic is short of manpower."

Work? !

Anya stood up abruptly, "Is that okay?"

The old doctor nodded, with an old face, "The nurses here are all little girls. Some patients have bad legs and feet and they can't hold them with strength. Although you are thin, you are also a gentleman. Pants are better than a little girl working with her eyes closed."

Anya was grateful, "Okay, then I'll come to work tomorrow."

The old doctor Bai Anya glanced at him, "Look at your face, don't scare my patient, go back and get well before you come back!"

Anya nodded hurriedly.

After a few days, the wound on An Ya's face was almost healed, only a small piece of gauze was pasted on it.

Anya excitedly ran to work.

The old doctor gave repeated orders, not allowing Anya to abduct the little girl from his clinic.

Anya scratched his head in embarrassment, "Grandpa, I don't dare."

The old doctor snorted, "With such a pretty face, hum, I'm afraid my girl will be fascinated by you!"

Anya...

Although the clinic is small, there are many patients.

It costs thousands of dollars to see a cold in a big hospital, and it is blatant to grab money. It is better to hang a bottle in a small clinic and get 50 yuan.

There are many sick patients, most of whom are old men and old ladies with inconvenient legs and feet.

An Ya's busy work before and after the run was either helping the old man to bed, or helping the little nurse carry salt water, or helping the doctor on duty to buy food.

It's better to be busy than to be idle, so that you don't have time to think about that person.

That way, hours of heartache can be saved.

At night, An Ya slept in the clinic.

The old doctor has spoken, and he is worried about keeping the little girl on duty. The doctor on duty is a man who can't help at all, so he has to let Anya squat in the clinic every day to watch and act as a bodyguard.

Anya knew that the old doctor was saving rent for himself.

After a month, the scab on An Ya's face disappeared, leaving a large uneven scar on his cheek.

The old doctor looked carefully, and pressed the scar with his hand, like a needle prick, An Ya frowned in pain.

"It's going to be another month, the periosteum is a little injured, take care of it."

Anya nodded and worked harder.

One day at noon, there were not many patients, and the old doctor took An Ya out to bask in the sun.

"People are like flowers and plants, they must see the sun."

Anya nodded.

"Boy An, are you tired of being a nurse?"

Anya shook his head.

"Oh, you child, you don't say anything about anything, you are so sad."

Anya lowered his head.

The old doctor said, "Boy An, don't worry, I will appoint you to remove the scars on your face. You are so beautiful, why are you still worried?"

An Ya stretched out his hands to pick up the grass roots from the old doctor's body, and laughed at himself, "I look like this, but I look good? People say I'm a goblin."

The old doctor stood up straight, "Which kid is bearded, boy An's face is my template for plastic surgery. A few years ago, I gave a plastic surgery to a young man, just like your face!"

Anya...

"Grandpa, what are you talking about!"

"what? What?"

"You said just now that you gave a young man plastic surgery to match my face?!"

"Yes, my old man is such a masterpiece in his life."

"Who is that person! Who is it!"

"Boy An, what's wrong with you?"

"Grandpa, tell me quickly, is that person called Zhao Xiaofei, is he a policeman!"

"It's been so many years, I can't remember the old man, but, I remember, he asked me to give him a beautiful face. A good face is not ugly, so I have to give him a beautiful face, please. It took me three or four days before I could fix it for him, alas, young people nowadays, how can even boys love beauty like that."

Under the warm sunlight, An Ya's fingertips trembled violently.

The old doctor found that person's file from a pile of yellowed documents.

Name is false, address occupation is false.

There are not even photos before and after the plastic surgery. Zhao Xiaofei is going undercover, so of course he can't keep such important Xiao clues, but An Ya's feeling is that the person is Zhao Xiaofei.

Otherwise, how could two people without any blood relationship look exactly the same?

Anya covered his face and laughed silently.

What a wonderful world!

Zhao Xiaofei used his own face to confuse Li Zhetian, but he was used as a stand-in by Li Zhetian!

I don't know if Li Zhetian fell in love with himself or this face.

But what's the use of saying this now.

An Ya looked at the person in the mirror, his pair of upturned phoenix eyes were dim, and on the right side of his face, from the cheekbones to the corners of the eyes, there was a large scar with bright red mottled.

Ugly.

"Grandpa, I don't want to fix it anymore."

"Stinky boy, why are you so crazy!"

"It's nothing, I just don't want to fix it, let's talk about it in a few years."

"After a few years of scar aging, it will not be easy to fix."

"fine."

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