C4 He's Still too Stupid

Xi Yucheng could not find the answer to her question of why she had come back, because he had been blocked outside the door and was extremely agitated.

He was too agitated earlier and went downstairs without even taking his keys. At this moment, he was wearing his home sleeping suit, and he was unable to move forward or retreat.

Fortunately, he habitually put his phone in his pocket and called Han Jiang. He then sat alone at the entrance and waited.

Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

In the dream, Su Yun was a bit more tender than he was now, with a delicate and pretty baby face.

He vaguely remembered that evening. Due to being too busy, he forgot about the appointed time with her. When he rushed over, Su Yun was sitting alone in front of the flower bed in the park.

He said he was sorry, but he didn't have his phone with him, so he missed her call.

From then on, he kept his cell phone with him, afraid of missing any of her calls wherever he went.

Xi Yucheng laughed softly.

He was still too stupid. This paediatric habit of his actually hadn't been able to be changed even after five years.

"..."

When Han Jiang arrived, he saw the man sleeping soundly outside his home.

He stepped forward and kicked, "Damn, are you crazy?"

Xi Yucheng slightly opened her eyes, but when she saw him, she heaved a sigh of relief, "Where's the key?"

"Here you go."

The door opened and the two of them walked in.

When Han Jiang changed his shoes, he began to nag, "Look how smart I was in the past, I left a spare key for you. Otherwise, how could you enter the house so quickly?"

Xi Yucheng poured two cups of water and put it on the table, then threw the package to him, "Don't fill in my address for express delivery in the future." He looked back at his watch. "How's the hospital today?"

"Hai, just like that, not too bad, not too bad." Han Jiang sat down on the sofa with the express delivery, "Oh yeah, the administrative department received a child with leukemia this morning. Some of your patients have almost recovered, so I asked Division Chief Liu to get that child for you."

He was stunned. "What time is it?"

"Middle stage."

"Then the possibility of rescue is very low."

"That's right, but that child's family is very well-off and says that they will treat him no matter the cost." When you go to work tomorrow, you can check it out. The department is currently doing a bone marrow match and it will take a few days for the results to come out. "

Xi Yucheng thought for a moment, then went into the bedroom and changed into a suit.

"Let's go, we'll go today."

Han Jiangshui only drank half of it before he got up and chased after them.

"Ai, you …"

"..."

In the hospital ward.

The little girl was lying sickly on the bed, her little face pale.

After asking a few more questions and reminding her parents about many things, Xi Yucheng finally walked out.

Han Jiang asked while writing on the recording board, "What's the situation like?"

"Not optimistic. He discovered it too late, and he didn't know when he would be able to find a match for the bone marrow. "I'll go and find Liu Ke to discuss it. You should continue your rounds."

"Sigh, I was talking about Yucheng!" Han Jiang suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Don't fight so hard, do you hear me? Pay attention to rest! "Rest!"

If a surgeon doesn't get enough rest, it's dangerous to go to the operating table.

Moreover, this was a rare and good seedling from the hospital. He had graduated from a world-famous university and his skills were top-notch, but it was their department's face.

It was unknown if Xi Yucheng heard this, but she was still taking large strides.

When he walked past the registration area, his mind was preoccupied with other matters. However, as if he had a telepathic connection with them, he suddenly turned his head to take a look.

It was Su Yun.

He was very far away, and he recognized her with just the back of his hand.

His feet moved uncontrollably toward her.

Su Yun was very thin, so he could easily break her hand.

She was sweating profusely and arguing with a group of migrant workers.