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    Returning to the task space, the first thing He Qing did was to check his own points. After seeing a long list of zeros, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, "System, start the next task."

    System reminder: [The host has not blurred the memory of the world yet]

    He Qing was startled, thinking of the man who had been looking for him for half his life, he shook his head and said, "Forget it."

    [Please read the next memory of the world¡ª¡ª]

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    He Qing opened his eyes on the bed in the duty room. The pain caused by a large number of memory implants made him unable to even shake his eyelashes. After lying on the bed stiff like a corpse for half an hour, his fingers trembled first.  Then came the eyes. The young man sat up from the bed slowly and stiffly, his eyes regained their brilliance.

    He rubbed his stiff neck, and looked down at his hands, white, slender, round and pink | every point under the nails is just right, this is a pair of hands that can make all eyes stop when they see it.

    It was these extremely beautiful hands that led to the tragic life of this body.

    He Qing's legs were still a little soft, and when he was about to sit for a while, there was an urgent knock on the door: "Doctor He, Doctor He, a patient is here!"

    The door opened, and the young doctor with disheveled hair asked the nurse while putting on a white coat, "What's the situation now?"

    "A car crashed at the entrance of our hospital. The patient was unconscious and was sent here urgently!" He Qing walked ahead quickly, and the nurse followed behind, hesitantly said: "Doctor He, this patient seems to know the dean.  I heard the person who sent him call the dean, and the dean said he would be there soon."

    The implication is to ask He Qing to be more polite.

    Although the nurse also felt that she was worrying too much, no one in the whole hospital knew that Dr. He Qinghe was the most docile person. Even the head nurse who claimed to be good-tempered couldn't help arguing with the patient several times.  The doctor has been in the hospital for five years, and he has never blushed once.

    He looks good and his salary is high, but quietly glanced at He Qing who was anxiously rushing to the ward, the nurse secretly thought, it's just that her personality is too soft to refuse people, so she said that tonight's night shift, this  Everyone didn't want to do the drudgery. Dr. Liu was supposed to be on duty tonight, but he just dragged Dr. He to say a few words, and Dr. He agreed to take his place.

    Just because of Dr. He's character of refusing anything, even if he is good-looking and gentle, there are not many girls in the hospital who dare to chase him, which makes him twenty-five years old, and he has never been in a relationship.

    Naturally, He Qing didn't know what the nurse was thinking about him. He hurried all the way to the ward. The door was closed. The young man stopped and knocked on the door with his fingers bent.

    "Who is it!" The impatient male voice spoke as if he was not in the hospital but in his own home.

    He Qing was not angry, and said in a gentle voice, "I am the doctor on duty, here to see the patient."

    The door opened, and a man with an impatient face appeared in He Qing's sight. He was very handsome, with shiny earrings on his ears, and his eyes were impatient to be disturbed, but when his eyes fell on the young doctor  When he touched his face, he paused intriguingly, and coughed: "Doctor, come in."

    As soon as He Qing entered the room, he saw the person lying on the bed. His facial features were tough and his face was deep. Even though he was lying quietly on the bed, he still gave people a feeling of oppression.

    Seeing this unusual patient, the young doctor was obviously taken aback, but he quickly realized that he was about to roll up the man's sleeves. Feng Xinyang, who was standing behind him, frowned fiercely, and stepped forward to grab He Qing fiercely.  wrist: "What are you doing!"

    Being treated so roughly by him, He Qing was confused at first, then slowly came to his senses, his tone was gentle, "I want to measure his blood pressure"

    "Oh" Feng Xinyang also realized that he had overreacted, so he squeezed out a smile, "Then you continue"

    He let go of He Qing's hand, and the young doctor withdrew his hand in a daze. The white wrist was already red, and the slight tingling made him unable to resist kneading it with the other hand.  The tips are long and slender, intertwined together, in the eyes of others, it is a visual feast.

    Feng Xinyang's eyes were fixed on those beautiful hands that could not be described in words, and there was some interest and greed in his eyes.

    ? If these hands hold somewhere under his body and swing up and down

    ¡¾Ding!  Feng Xinyang's favorability: 20, please make persistent efforts!  ¡¿

    The young doctor didn't realize that the man who was so cold-eyed just now had changed his attitude. He carefully rolled up the sleeves of the man on the bed, revealing his powerful arms. He Qing stretched out his fingertips to test the blood vessels, almost touching the warm  The next moment his skin was hot, the man's eyes opened suddenly.

    theHe Qing's attention was all on looking for the blood vessels, and he didn't see the man's gaze down at all. He was looking down at himself, and carefully touched the blood vessels with slightly cold fingertips. Pressing gently, he felt the blood vessels were throbbing violently.  The young doctor was somewhat satisfied and went to get the blood pressure monitor next to him.

    As soon as he raised his eyes, he met a pair of slightly gray eyes, which were full of indifference, looking at him as if looking at an ant, He Qing shook his hand, and almost dropped the sphygmomanometer.

    "Ning Feng! You're awake!" Seeing that his friend had woken up, Feng Xinyang happily ran over, "Brother thought you were going to die! Baba sent you to the hospital!"

    Ning Feng got up and sat up, "Just fell asleep."

    After hearing what he said, He Qing ignored his gaffe just now, "Sir, just in case, I will continue to check you up."

    After he finished speaking, he waited for the man's answer, but Ning Feng looked at him coldly, without saying a word. Seeing this, Feng Xinyang naturally grabbed the young doctor's wrist, which was slightly slender compared to a man, "Doctor, we  Go out and talk."

    His tone seemed to have other secrets. As a good and dedicated doctor, He Qing obediently followed him out of the ward and stood outside the door, relying on the fact that Ning Feng inside could not hear, Feng Xinyang said nonsense: "This friend of mine  Ah, I hate people touching him the most, so you must be careful, doctor, and you must not touch him, otherwise he will get angry, and your hospital may not be far from closing down."

    Seeing that the person in front of him was really scared by himself, he hit a stick and gave a sweet date, and then said: "So if you have any inspections to do in the future, you can teach me, and I will help you."

    He Qing didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, but seeing Feng Xinyang as if you should thank me, he thanked me anyway, "Then I will trouble you."

    "You're welcome, you're welcome!" Feng Xinyang was waiting for this sentence, and he glanced at He Qing's badge: "Doctor He, right? My name is Feng Xinyang, you can call me Xinyang!"

    The young man in front of him looked confused, hesitated for a long time, and then said in a gentle tone: "Mr. Feng, you should look older than me."

    The smile on Feng Xinyang's face froze, he looked down at his attire, "Well, is that" Although he was almost three years old, a certain young master who had been wandering around the flowers always felt that he was still full of energy.  Eight is coming.

    Ning Feng sat on the bed and flipped through the messages on his cell phone. Seeing Feng Xinyang, who had sent He Qing away, pushed the door in with a foxy smile on his face, and lowered his head disinterestedly. He didn't intend to ask, so Feng Xinyang came up by himself.

    "Young Master Ning, we will be staying in this hospital for a while!"

    "kindness."

    "You also know that brother, I only have this hobby. Don't worry, I promise to win the little doctor within three days, just three days, just three days!" Feng Xinyang said a lot before he realized, "En? You said yes  ! You said yes?"

    Feng Xinyang's chattering voice was next to his ear, and Ning Feng put down the book impatiently: "If what you're talking about is your boring emotional game, just shut up."

    Feng Xinyang shut up, Ning Feng put down his phone, "I'm staying in the hospital for a few days, you can go."

    "Ah? Isn't there a bed here? Why did you let me go?"

    After catching Ning Feng's gaze, Feng Xinyang left wisely.

    When he was gone, Ning Feng lay down, and the long-lost drowsiness hit him. He slowly closed his eyes. No matter why he was here, he felt drowsy. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for five years. He really couldn't give up.  this opportunity.

    Under the moonlight, the man gradually fell into a deep sleep.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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