Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

Back to Yin city?

Nangong Cheng resists from her heart, but from another angle, she wants to go back.

That's where she grew up, but there's too much sadness there.

"I'm not going back."

"You... This?"

There was no sound in the ward again. Han Jingshu was embarrassed to see the scratch on nangong city's face.

"Is your annual leave almost over?" Nangong Cheng was very uncomfortable. There was no pain all over her.

His head is heavy and his speech is weak.

Han Jingshu sat by the bed again and held her friend's hand.

Nangong orange looked at his frustrated body and didn't know how long it would take to get out of bed.

"Before you go, I think... I want you to send me back to the house by the sea. Do you remember?" Nangong orange doesn't want to lie alone in a strange city. No one knows when he is dead.

A house by the sea?

Han Jingshu thought hard for a long time and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"That... It's probably useless. I haven't taken care of it for years." Han Jingshu looked embarrassed. She shouldn't want to live there, should she?

"I've been sending someone to clean. Can you send me there?" Nangong Cheng's face prayed. Now he can only ask her.

"But, but you... Can't!"

"I know my own body. Just find me another nanny. If you don't send me, I'll go myself. " Nangong Cheng is determined to go. The air over there is good and suitable for recuperation.

Han Jingshu was silent. She didn't know how long it took before she said, "well, I'll contact."

Han Jingshu is a doctor. She is also worried about Nangong Cheng's injury.

Just

forget it.

Han Jingshu left the hospital and looked at the strange city. She hesitated and dialed.

Han Jingshu also threw herself out. She got it once after her cheek.

Doodle

Han Jingshu's mood is also a little uneasy. For fear of being rejected, her heart is also plopping.

"What's up?" A strange and familiar voice broke into Han Jingshu's ear.

Han Jingshu's face was pale for a moment, and her lips trembled.

"Well... I have something to ask you for help."

"Say." The man said coldly, dragging half of his white coat and leaning against the wardrobe, his eyes flashed with complex emotions.

"My friend was seriously injured. Can you transfer him to your department. Don't worry, I'll pay all the expenses in one lump sum, which won't bring you too much burden. Look, is it OK? " Han Jingshu bit her lips and waited for an answer.

After a long time.

"Yes, when will you come?" The man's tone is still very light, so light that he can't hear any feelings.

"Four days later."

"Yes."

"Thank you."

When the phone was disconnected, Han Jingshu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This phone call seemed to draw the strength of her life, and finally had a good result.

As long as he promised, she didn't have to say anything about the rest.

Nangongcheng's recovery after operation was good, but the doctor immediately refused to leave the hospital.

"What are you doing? Don't die. In case of massive bleeding, who is responsible, you? " A middle-aged male doctor was furious and shouted at Han Jingshu.

Han Jingshu's flattery and Nangong orange's expectation.

Coupled with the end of her holiday, she had no excuse not to go back.

"We both signed a document. We asked to be discharged from the hospital. No matter what happened, we didn't have any responsibility with your hospital. Is that ok?" Nangong orange suddenly opened his mouth. At present, there is no other way except this way.