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Benevolence hospital.

Today is a second visit.

The police helped sun Zhenzhen to send Yang Yilin to the hospital. After learning something about her, they left. They asked her to take time to go to the Bureau and make a record again.

Sun Zhenzhen can't care so much about this meeting. She first wakes up Yang Yilin and says thank you to the policeman. She hurriedly follows the medical staff to push Yang Yilin to the emergency room.

Just as they were hurrying to the emergency room, song Qingyun, who had just had surgery, passed them by.

Inadvertently swept to the person on the cart, subconsciously looked back at the past.

Isn't this Yang Yilin?

An hour ago, I was looking for a drink together. How can I push it in in a twinkling of an eye?

Give the patient's information that needs to be checked to the next colleague, and he turns around and chases Yang Yilin's cart.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingyun chased up and asked sun Zhenzhen.

Sun Zhenzhen looked back and saw song Qingyun, a scholar with a gentle face.

Eyes blinked, as if for a moment who is he?

Seeing this, song Qingyun immediately introduced himself: "Oh, I'm song Qingyun, a good friend of Yang Yilin. We met last time you were in hospital."

According to him, sun Zhenzhen seems to be a little impressed.

Immediately grabbed song Qingyun's arm and said anxiously, "then show him. He got hurt on his neck and fainted when he saw the blood."

Hearing song Zhenzhen's explanation, song Qingyun felt a bit suspicious.

Blood sickness?

Why hasn't he heard of his boy's fault after so many years?

"OK, don't worry. Wait outside first. I'll call you something."

Song Qingyun understood that this kid was playing tricks again, so he left sun Zhenzhen outside the clinic with justice.

Sun Zhenzhen nodded and turned to sit in the lounge chair in the corridor.

In the clinic, song Qingyun gently pushes Yang Yilin, who is pretending to be dead. He has no good airway: "OK, stop pretending, get up."

Yang Yilin raised his head and opened his eyes. Looking around, he found that there was no one else except the old song dynasty. He immediately sat up from the bed.

"Thank you, Brother Yun!"

Song Qingyun holds his arms in his arms, leans gently on the table with his tall body and raises his eyebrows to look at him. "Tell me, what's going on?"

"What's the matter?" Yang Yilin's eyes dodged and his mouth was hard.

"The girl outside the door is different from those gorgeous women before you. How can I change my taste?" Song Qingyun made fun of him.

"What and what? She's just my neighbor. If there are bad people who want to hurt her, I'll do what I can! " Yang Yilin forced an explanation.

"Oh, neighbor? Do what's right and do what's right? " Song Qingyun deliberately teased him, and his tone was full of joking.

"That's right. Otherwise, you think, although I have such a little bit of playfulness, I'm not hungry for anything, right?" Yang Yilin continues to talk hard, but all his brains are filled with sun Zhenzhen waiting outside.

"I don't care what you do, but I advise you not to harm other girls. They are not the same as you!" Song Qingyun seems to remind him.

However, he was a little reluctant and jumped out of bed in a hurry. "Brother Yun, you are not right. How can I harm her? In your mind, I am nothing but a disaster to others? "

Song Qingyun nodded and said slowly, "it's true!"

"Hey! You are really my good brother. Well, look down on people. You will wait and see in a few days! "

Looking at his angry look, song Qingyun still looks light. "Walk slowly, don't give it away!"

"Hey, who says I'm going? Bandage me!"