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"It's no big deal. I didn't hurt my muscles and bones. I had a slight contusion of subcutaneous tissue." The doctor pointed to CT and explained to Yan Xiunian, "it's no big problem, just pay attention when walking and don't turn over when you sleep."

Yan Xiunian nodded and his mobile phone rang. He took it up and took a look at it. He asked for some precautions and took the prescription to prescribe the medicine.

Cheng Hui just came out of the CT room. Now he is standing against the wall. His eyes are shining with cold light in the hospital.

The tall and thin boy slightly droops his head and looks at the toes. His black overalls have been dyed gray by dust. He looks very clever against the background of the gray wall, and looks like a face of harmless human and animal.

He looks like this who saw who is distressed.

Yan Xiunian walked over with the prescription in his hand and stood in front of Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui has been shaking his dirty feet, and suddenly a pair of white shoes stained with the same gray dust appear.

He raised his head to look at Yan Xiunian. Because of his height, his eyelashes dropped a little, and his nervous and helpless eyes fell on Yan Xiunian's rigid face.

Cheng Hui himself did not realize that his eyes with flattery and weakness, as if to say to the people in front of him, let him not worry.

Not far from the ambulance whistle sound from far to near, the next building sounded a burst of rapid footsteps.

Cheng can't help but look up, remembering that more than half an hour ago, he was pushed out of the car in the same way, and Yan Xiunian followed him all the way.

Now Cheng Hui is softer than ever.

After removing that layer of arrogant protective shell, Cheng Hui will cry, laugh and pain.

Now he stood in front of Yan Xiunian with empty eyes. He didn't know why he didn't dare to look at Yan Xiunian's eyes.

It's like a kitten who makes a mistake and doesn't want to bow down. When someone reaches for his throat to admit his mistake, he just opens his mouth and bites people with not so sharp fangs.

It's not light or heavy. It's like tickling.

Yan Xiunian knew that it was only the arrogance and pettiness of this animal that he had committed again.

He sighed in his heart and suddenly raised his hand to rub Cheng Hui's head.

Cheng Hui's first reaction was to shrink his neck, widen his eyes and look at Yan Xiunian in horror.

Yan Xiunian's eyes are innumerable gentle, cold white fingers are pressing on his head, the movement is very light knead two times.

"Wait here. I'll get your medicine."

With that, Yan Xiunian took his hand back, shook the prescription on his hand and left.

Cheng Hui originally wanted to go with him, but he sidetracked Yan Xiunian to avoid another person who was running in the hospital corridor. After looking back at him, he suddenly couldn't walk.

Why did Yan Xiunian look at him with such gentle eyes! Ah, ah, ah, he can't stand it!

Fortunately, Yan Xiunian just took a look and went on.

Cheng Hui's head is filled with the idea of self abandonment. He leans against the wall and takes a deep breath, covering his aching waist. He breathes out the turbid breath in his throat.

He can't stand it.

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on the other side, Yan Xiunian went to the queue with the prescription form to get the medicine. Standing in the crowd, he heard a burst of wind chimes.

Max ran out to find him.

He thought that he would hear some kind of system broadcast with 100% popularity, but who knows Max said: "Hello, dear player! The system prompts whether the player needs to spend the shoulder shaking dance coincidance to unlock the assistant agent

Yan Xiunian: NMD, you're really at the forefront of web surfing.