It turned out that it was Mr. Gu who had always thought of medicine

Chapter 6 Don't Remember Wrongly, The Doctor's Name Is Gu Ciyuan

The afternoon was still busy, and most of the patients Gu Ciyuan faced were children, with ignorant faces and timid eyes.

Just like the timid eyes in Gu Ciyuan's memory, retreating and guarding.

After a day's work, Gu Ciyuan declined the invitation to have dinner with the little nurse who worked with him today, and drove home after eating a bowl of chaos on the street.

After Zhong Qing handed in the last drawing that was reworked today, the sky had already darkened, and the room was dark, only the computer on the small table was emitting light from the electronic screen.

After stretching and stretching my neck, I got up and turned on the light in the living room.

There are five text messages from Zhong Shuo on the phone.

The first one is at eight o'clock, and I asked her if she was awake.

The second message is at 09:30, ask her to reply.

The third is ten o'clock, saying that the appointment time has been changed for her, and it will be three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

The fourth rule is twelve o'clock, let her eat on time.

Article 22 was [-] minutes ago.

Zhong Shuo: "At any rate, you should also talk to me!!!"

Looking at the series of exclamation marks behind, Zhong Qing touched her short hair guiltily and swallowed.

Then he returned an ellipsis to Zhong Shuo.

"..."

After dinner, Zhong Qing was lying on the balcony with her mobile phone in hand. The evening wind in late autumn was neither too cold nor too hot, and the heat was just right.

Zhong Shuo replied:

"Tomorrow, don't forget that it is Dr. Gu who made an appointment for you. I heard that he specializes in the causes of acquired deafness. Go try it."

The night of the city is shining with colorful sparks, which is more lively than the daytime.

Zhong Qing was lying on the recliner, her short hair brushed against the corners of her slightly raised mouth.

"understood."

Even if she doesn't have any hope herself, she still has to give Zhong Shuo hope.

She can't let Zhong Shuo live under the guilt towards her.

The phone vibrated again, and it was still Zhong Shuo's text message: "Don't forget, the doctor's name is Gu Ciyuan."

Gu...Ciyuan...

There was a subtle thought in my heart.

The Song typeface on the phone quickly mixed with the signature in gray pencil in memory.

Clean and neat, on the pages of her pink guest book.

Zhong Qing was stunned for a while, but soon came back to her senses.

Open the major reading platforms on the mobile phone, and see how many covers of the books recommended by these bookstores are made by her, and by the way, look at the popularity of the covers recently.

In fact, Zhong Qing has learned to draw anime characters professionally, but because of communication problems, no animation company is willing to use her.

So she can only add some studios on the Internet, and take some small orders for character designs, covers and avatars.

After shopping around, I found that the order that was urged today has appeared in the boutique recommendation, and a sense of pride surged out of my heart.

I clicked on the novel casually, and when I looked at it, I saw it was three o'clock in the morning.

It was a bit cold on the balcony, Zhong Qing hugged her arms and trotted back to the bedroom.

Woke up the next day at twelve noon with a runny nose.

Cooked a tomato and egg noodles to eat, and took the studio and private orders.

Zhong Qing went out with her bag on her back.

It was the first time, so I had a little expectation.

Finally, it was Zhong Qing's turn on the display screen. She took the previous medical records and followed the little nurse in.

The doctor was bending over to wash his hands at the sink, Zhong Qing could only see a white back.

The nurse politely made a gesture of invitation to her, she walked in, and the door behind her was closed by the nurse.

A little bit of anticipation...

Gu Ciyuan.

After the doctor finished wiping his hands with a towel and turned his back, he saw Zhong Qing was already sitting on the chair.

Obediently, with short, soft hair reaching only to the nape of the neck, with her head slightly lowered, her bangs covering her eyes.

After a while, a sheet of paper was handed over.

"Show me your medical records."

Zhong Qing handed it over obediently, with her head slightly lowered, like an obedient elementary school student.

It turned out that it was just a person with the same name and surname.

(End of this chapter)