Chapter 442: Only you can cure my disease (4)
The rhythm of the man's fingertips tapping the table seems to have a rhythm that can make people trance.
With his dark eyes, he quietly stared at the young man in front of him, and said softly, "Do you hate it?"
The young man's eyes were dull, and his voice was a little dull.
"hatred."
Stupid tone.
The man gently hooked his lips, like a devil, bit by bit, luring the boy in front of him into the abyss.
"Want to... get revenge?"
The slightly bewitching tone and the rhythm of beating with fingertips are invisibly hypnotizing.
Every word the man said had a dark bewitching tone.
It is incompatible with the pure white color in the hospital and the white coat on the man.
It's like... a demon in an angel's coat.
The young man in front of him seemed to be a little hesitant, his lips opened, just as he was about to make a sound.
bang bang-
There was a knock on the door outside.
The boy was awakened by the knock on the door, and his godless eyes gradually recovered.
After regaining consciousness, the teenager looked at the doctor in front of him suspiciously, always feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something.
The man's fingertips tapped the tabletop and stopped.
Oh, what a pity, only a little bit short.
A trace of unnoticeable regret slipped through the man's secluded eyes, and he returned to a calm tone: "This is the end of the day, you can go back."
"Thank you Doctor Si."
The young man stood up cautiously and thanked him politely.
Just after taking a few steps, the man behind him reminded, "Don't forget, the treatment at this time next week."
The teenager turned around and nodded gratefully: "Thank you Doctor Si, I will be there on time."
"Um."
The man leaned on his back lightly, his tone nonchalant.
The boy then continued to walk away.
After the door opened, the boy was stunned when he saw the girl who was standing at the door, wearing a hospital uniform, standing there and didn't move.
Feng Qian raised her eyes to look at the young man.
She didn't feel the breath of fragments on the other party, so it should be a patient.
The girl took a serious look at the boy in front of him, he seemed to be quite normal.
It seems that it should be stopped.
The boy looked at the girl, paused for half a minute, and then walked away.
Feng Qian stood at the door, holding the needle port with one hand with a tissue, and the girl had no choice but to slam into the door sideways.
After walking in, he closed the door with his foot.
When he turned around, he saw the man on the opposite side, his eyes were looking at her in a leisurely manner.
Feng Qian was stunned and walked over slowly.
The girl stood in front of the man like a schoolboy.
His dark eyes stared at the man in front of him.
She felt the breath of debris on the other side.
Obviously, the man in front of him was stained with dark air, blackened fragments.
Si Yu casually looked at the girl in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Patient?"
"Yeah." Feng Qian nodded.
"Do you know... where is this place?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the girl's bandaged wrist.
And, the back of the girl's hand pressed with a tissue.
Feng Qian thought of the house number she saw before entering, so she said truthfully, "Neurology."
so……
"Is the little girl here to see a doctor?"
Si Yu asked flatly, the meaning of the light in the secluded eyes is unclear.
Feng Qian thought for a while, then nodded obediently.
Si Yu narrowed his eyes, resting his elbows on the table, leaning forward slightly.
"Please sit down."
An emotionless tone.
Feng Qian sat down obediently, sitting in a regular posture.
Si Yu looked down, opened his lips and said, "Stretch out your left hand."
"Huh?" Feng Qian was stunned for a while, and then said "Oh" obediently.
The girl raised her hand and slowly placed it on the table in front of her.
Si Yu lowered his eyes and looked, the cold fingertips slowly fell, and raised the girl's finger.