Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The nurse didn't respond to the alcoholic, and kept staring at the door, knowing that he might have an ear problem, so she increased her volume:

"Mu Han?"

Sure enough, the drunkard turned his head and looked at her when he heard it.

"It's going to be an operation soon, so prepare for it."

The corners of the drunkard’s lips moved slightly, but there was no sound. Instead, he looked at the door again, his hand holding the phone tight.

The nurse also glanced at the door, and then smiled and said, "Brother Tsing Yi said he will be back in a while, so don't worry."

When Tsing Yi left in a hurry, he said that there was something very important, but he said that he would be back soon.

The drunkard nodded, feeling more comforted.

"Then I'll ask how the preparations are for the operation. Wait for me."

The nurse said aloud to the drunkard.

After the drunkard nodded, she left.

In the huge super ward, suddenly there was only one alcoholic left.

A light, translucent white shadow appeared.

Seeing that the boy was sick in bed, he was so skinny that he looked like a drunkard who had changed himself, his heart hurt again.

This pain is so clear.

The boy couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the position of his heart.

The clear eyes were blank.

He was obviously just a ray of soul, how could he feel heartache?

It was the same when I first saw him.

The boy looked at the alcoholic again, trying his best to find out information about him from the blank memory.

But no.

Not at all.

The boy came to the bed and got closer to him.

Looking at the haggard and drunkard who couldn't even hold up the smallest hospital gown, his emptiness touched his face almost uncontrollably.

His feeling was right, he really had an accident.

So sick.

He clearly remembered that he was a doctor, and he had been treated to Jun Moyan and his sister, how could he be like this.

The alcoholic who had been staring at the door only felt a cold face, and he seemed to be touched somewhere deep in his heart.

He didn't know what he felt, so he slowly raised a hand and slowly covered his cold face.

It overlapped with the emptiness of the young man's hand.

The boy was startled by the drunkard's actions, and a shock and a strange color flashed through the dark red eyes.

The heart felt very **** again.

But this time it was not heartache, but heartache.

He watched his thin fingers, the back of his hand full of needle-eyes and bruises, overlapping with his empty hand.

He seemed to feel his temperature, it was warm and familiar.

who are you?

Who am I?

The drunkard's eyes also looked blank.

Why, why is there a particularly familiar feeling.

Is it an illusion?

The young man looked at him blankly, and the drunkard also stupidly maintained this strange gesture, not knowing what he was thinking.

In about twenty minutes, two nurses came in pushing an operation cart.

When the boy saw someone coming in, he withdrew his hand.

The familiar and cold feeling on his face was lost, and the drunkard did not know why, and the hand stroking his face tightened subconsciously, as if he wanted to hold something.

No more.

That feeling is gone again.

It was as if something had been taken away in my heart, and it was empty.

"Mu Han, I am ready for surgery," the nurse said.

"...Wait again."

The drunkard returned to his senses and frowned slightly. The clear voice that was originally nice and clear now seemed to contain sandpaper. It was so rough that every sound made seemed like a blunt drama, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Mu Han...?"