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¡ª¡ª"Yan Yibo, will you let me go if I get fat?"
"Do you know what important means?"
"What's the meaning?"
"The important thing is no matter how heavy you are, I still want it."
¡ª¡ª"Yan Yibo, what do you think will happen to us in the future?"
"Do you know why your name is Mo Xiao and why I call it Yibo?"
"Why?"
"Because of Mo Xiao, I gave it a try"
Because of Mo Xiao, I gave it a try.
Mo Xiao struggled to wake up from her dream, and Yan Yibo sat across from her alive.
"you're awake?"
Mo Xiao immediately raised her hand and rubbed her face. There was moisture in the corner of her eyes, but luckily it didn't flow out. She wiped it away. When she looked at him again, she looked like she had woken up.
"Sorry, I fell asleep." She brushed her hair and said, only then did she realize that the child had returned to Yan Yibo's arms from her arms. At this time, his IV drip had been finished and he was sleeping soundly on Yan Yibo's shoulder. .
"I see you went to rescue the patient, and your brother vomited again and there was no one to take care of him, so" Originally, he just wanted to help and take a look before leaving. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep. Mo Xiao seemed to have discovered some secret. Awkward.
Will he feel that he is nosy?
"Thank you." Yan Yibo said.
Mo Xiao adjusted her hair again and said softly: "It's okay."
In fact, this is quite good. At least the two of them can get along normally like ordinary people.
"Then I'm leaving. I'll come back tomorrow." Mo Xiao took her notebook and coat and stood up: "Goodbye." She said goodbye to him.
Yan Yibo looked at her: "Goodbye."
Mo Xiao checked the time after leaving the hospital. It was already one o'clock in the morning, and her coat was still wet. She stood at the intersection and hugged herself with her arms, waiting for a taxi, but it seemed that taxis didn't pass by the hospital today.
It was getting colder and colder, but she still didn't wait for the car, so she took out her mobile phone and opened "Didi Taxi" in WeChat. After entering the information and sending it, the screen showed that one car, five cars, twenty cars had been notified ¡just not a single car responded to her.
¡°Beep¡ª¡ª¡± Suddenly there was light behind her, and a car stopped beside her. From the light, she saw Yan Yibo in the driver¡¯s seat.
"Where do you live?" He slid down the window and asked.
"I've already called a taxi." Mo Xiao waved her hand towards him.
¡°I asked you where you live.¡± Yan Yibo repeated it again.
Mo Xiao was silent for a moment and told him truthfully: "Tongmin Garden."
In this regard, he is the same as before, he doesn't like to answer questions that are unclear.
"Click¡ª¡ª" Just listen to the car lock being opened.
"I'm on my way and can give you a ride."
Mo Xiao thought about it for a while and decided that it was fine, so he didn¡¯t refuse.
She opened the door of the back seat of the car to get in, but when she saw the little figure lying in the back, she had to close the door and get into the passenger seat.
"Thank you." She said while fastening her seat belt.
Yan Yibo: "I should thank you." After saying that, he started the car.
The English songs in the car sounded very old, and Mo Xiao knew it was his favorite style.
"I can come and remove the stitches in a few days, right?" After listening to the music for a while, Mo Xiao wanted to talk to him.
You can say whatever you want.
Yan Yibo said "hmm".
"The news about the elderly should be published tomorrow. I will use video news and photo news to try to publish it on the home page of je."
Yan Yibo said "Hmm" again, and the car fell into silence again except for the sound of music.
Mo Xiao thought maybe he thought she had talked too much, so she stopped talking. Her chest felt a little tight, and she looked out the car window.
"Why do you want to be a doctor?" Suddenly, Yan Yibo spoke.
Mo Xiao looked back and saw the side face of him driving seriously.
"Because many people are prejudiced against doctors now. Although there are indeed many unscrupulous doctors, there are still many good doctors in the world. We cannot let these good doctors be beaten to death with a stick."
Yan Yibo: ¡°What makes a good doctor?¡±
"A doctor's kindness cannot be judged in words. Doctor Yan, what do you think?" Mo Xiao asked.
She took him into consideration very well because he had commented on her at the door of the infusion room before.
After all, after becoming a reporter, Yan Yibo felt that her mouth was much better than before.
"The frequent occurrence of medical accidents has made the profession of doctors full of topics. With a little promotion, it can attract the attention of many people and increase the number of clicks on your website." Yan Yibo said, at this time the car turned a corner : "As a vulnerable group, patients are easily sympathized with. Doctors and hospitals cannot be blamed under public opinion. Doctors lack a big platform to speak out. Those who do not know the truth deepen their misunderstandings due to their ignorance. In order to restore the image of doctors saving lives and helping the wounded, , hospitals also need to rely on the power of the media.¡±
He looked at Mo Xiao: "Everyone gets what they need. This is everyone's real purpose."
Mo Xiao smiled after hearing this: "Dr. Yan's analysis is very thorough."
Yan Yibo looked forward again: "So I don't really want to speak for the good doctor. A truly good doctor will not need to explain to anyone, and a doctor without conscience will not stop here."
The song continued, but Mo Xiao didn¡¯t answer any more.
¡°Forget it, in his eyes, she is just a little reporter who strives for work performance.
Looking at the rearview mirror, Mo Xiao saw his sleeping brother lying in the back seat again.
Why do I always feel that this brother seems familiar?
"How old is your brother this year?" He couldn't help but asked. Mo Xiao suddenly wanted to know the age of his younger brother.
Yan Yibo's hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly: "Nine years old."
Mo Xiao said "Oh", and then laughed at himself: It's impossible, how could he have such a terrible thought just now, even though it was only for a moment.
Soon the car arrived at the community where Mo Xiao lived.
Mo Xiao unbuckled his seat belt: "Thank you."
Yan Yibo: "You're welcome."
Mo Xiao opened the car door and got out of the car. Before getting out of the car, he saw his brother in the reflector again.
"Is his name Ming Luo?" she asked, as if she had heard him calling her that in the infusion room before.
Yan Yibo looked at her: "Yes."
Mo Xiao smiled at him again: "The name is quite nice, my parents really know how to choose names." Then he got out of the car with his bag: "Goodbye, Dr. Yan."
Yan Yibo: "Goodbye."
Then she closed the car door and left. Yan Yibo looked at her slowly disappearing back and then looked back at Ming Luo.
Is there really telepathy?
Mo Xiao walked into the unit building alone, then stood at the window and watched Yan Yibo's car leave.
She actually wanted to tell him that he was the good doctor in her heart.
She also wanted to tell him that she did this special interview because she didn¡¯t want him to be misunderstood by others, so she came to speak for him.
She also wanted to tell him that they also had a child. If he had not died, he would have been eight years old this year (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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