He is very suitable for being a doctor.

Because when a pair of hands pick up the scalpel, it will look better and will give people a cold and bewitching desire to destroy.

Ranbai has never liked a pair of hands so much.

What she likes will take for herself, protect, hide it privately, and destroy it. It is her own treasure, and no one can touch it except her.

Simple and straight-line thinking, with a little abnormal pathology and paranoidness.

Ranbai lowered his hand to his side, his fingertips moved slightly, his hands itched, and he thought absent-mindedly for the first time.

Cut it down.

But if you can't take a paintbrush or a scalpel like this, you can't draw for her, and you can't save someone from surgery.

Two-fold conflict.

What fell in my ears was a clear and pleasant sound. Perhaps it was the spring breeze of ten miles and the apricot blossoms filled the branches, which made me look particularly gentle in that moment: "Look."

oh.

The sound is nice, too.

Ranbai came to such a conclusion.

She stared at the hands, and after a while, she looked at the painting on the drawing board.

A painting that she regarded as a defective product and was not satisfied with.

But under the artistic and detailed outline of those hands, it seems to have magic power, giving the soul and rebirth.

Shi Qing Ci did not change what was originally there in the painting, but only added branches and leaves on the original basis.

It creates a new soul.

Shi Qingci stopped writing, looked at the freshly-looking painting, looked at Ranbai again, and asked Wentan: "Is this OK?"

Ranbai stared at the painting, stared at Shi Qingci again, and met those eyes straight and said, "I like it."

With such a gaze, the young doctor slowly put down his brush, and his movements were like flowing water and he carefully sorted out all the painting tools and the two paintings: "That's good."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes, which seemed as cold and beautiful as a deep pool, contained deep emotions, and were precipitated with beautiful colors and bright colors, as if the end of the universe was dangerous but also intoxicated, and were extremely bewitching.

Shi Qingci lowered his eyes, covering up the danger in his eyes, and was full of gentle and gentle temperament.

Just like to like it.

He said,

He has always been very patient.

What he likes, likes, and wants to get.

Even if you make a living, you won't let go.

It is a silent, undetectable, but approaching step by step in invasion.

…

Ranbai and Shi Qingci live together,

It's really comfortable and adaptable.

This person is so perfect that he can't find any mistakes, like a god in the nine heavens, or like the unattainable cold and bright moon in the night sky.

Perfect is not like a real person.

He fully interpreted rigorously and self-disciplinedly, noble and gentle.

Most of the communication between the lyrics and Shi Qing lyrics is in art and various arts.

She was able to talk about Shi Qingci in particular.

Communication between the same level and the same idea is the most difficult to find.

A rare confidant in life,

Ranbai likes this feeling.

Feng Luo had been struggling for a long time, but still couldn't help asking.

"Host...hehe, you don't... like Shi Qingci, right?"

Host, calm down!!

Can't!!

Absolutely not!!!

Ranbai was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, and was confused for a moment, and then he responded easily and plainly, and it didn't matter: "I like it."

Seal: "..."

Should I take the host to save you?

"Host, you..." I couldn't like him. Feng Luo had been holding it in for a long time, and didn't know what he should say. In the end, he could only think of such a sentence. But before it could finish it, he saw the girl calmly admitting, focusing on holding the brush, and half of the minute was not affected.

Her eyes were calm, clear and silent.

There is no emotional fluctuation.

Seal is silent.

Yes.

How to forget it, there are many types of likes.

Like is not necessarily love.

Like is not love.

What she likes is not Shi Qing Ci, but this characteristic that Shi Qing Ci shows, and the art of their ability to communicate tacitly at the same height.

This is what she likes.

Instead of Shi Qing lyrics.

These are two completely different meanings and cannot be generalized.

Feng Luo felt that he had just been stupid, and he felt a little sad.

well.

Host, host.

You said you like it, but you might as well like me.

How great.

hhhc.

Another night,

It was already midnight, Shi Qingci had always been sleeping lightly, and because of work, he would wake up completely even after hearing any sound in the middle of the night.

He received a call from the hospital.

The other party finished speaking in a hurry, his tone of worry and anxiety.

The light from the mobile phone screen is particularly conspicuous in the dark bedroom.

Shi Qingci listened calmly and indifferently, then said indifferently, then hung up the phone directly. His fair and delicate face was as cold as ever, and took out his clothes from the closet and changed it.

Button the shirt to the top.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the time on his wristwatch.

Half past eleven.

Then he walked out of the bedroom and looked at Ranbai's room. There was no light, so he should have been asleep.

His movements were very light, and he made almost no sound from beginning to end. He left home and drove to the hospital quickly.

Just arrived at the hospital,

The nurse saw the figure of Qinggui with sharp eyes, hurriedly walked up, and quickly reported the patient's condition: "The patient is a teenager, and he had a car accident, yes..."

Shi Qingci listened to the nurse's words while walking.

"Now all the examinations have been arranged. The patient has too much blood loss. His blood type is very special. It is rare panda blood. Fortunately, the hospital blood bank has this type of blood. Doctor, you came just right."

The young doctor nodded slightly and walked through the corridor of the hospital. It was clearly midnight. The hospital was brightly lit, and the light and shadow fell on him like a tulle. There was no temperature at all. His clear voice fell slowly: "Prepare for the operation immediately."

"good."

The patient's car accident was tragic and his injuries were serious.

A long operation was performed.

Most of the only unexpected thing during the main surgery was that although he could not be known to the injured person, he had heard of it and seen it.

The only son of the Jiang family.

Jiang Yuyan.

It's actually panda blood.

...The rare blood type is the same as dyed white.

He lowered his eyes indifferently, and looked at the handsome and pale young man lying on the operating table with no idea of ​​life and death. This thought flashed through his heart, without any fluctuations, and he always calmly held the scalpel and performed the operation.

In the heavy and depressing operating room, the young doctor was wearing a sterile surgical gown and a medical mask, covering his clear and elegant face. Occasionally, his thin lips were lightly opened, his voice was cold and restrained, and he was particularly clear and nice, as thorough as ice and snow, silently extinguishing all his anxiety and convincingly.

Don't wait a few hours later.

After the operation, Shi Qingci walked out of the operating room.
Chapter completed!