C3 His Phone Fell

The girl standing in the middle was wearing a white dress. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her hands were placed in front of her. She was completely different from the other girls on the left and right.

She was too rigid.

She was too unchanging, making her stand out.

"Okay, thank you." Nick took the phone. He thought back to when she was carrying the ambulance on the stretcher. She probably dropped it out of her pants, so he did not notice.

He put the phone back into his pocket.

He turned around and his phone rang. "Cousin, what's wrong? Grandpa asked me to send a car to pick you up. You are so good. You got off halfway and dropped the driver and luggage. Where are you? I will send someone to send you over."

"I am in the hospital. Send me the address. I will send you over."

The other party complained a few times on the phone. He put the phone away and still had the other person's phone in his heart.

Logically, the first reaction was to look for his phone. It was to call his own phone.

Half an hour had passed, but there was still no call.

Then, he went to the hospital to complete his job application. Nick was the chief physician hired by the city hospital for a high salary. He was also the youngest chief physician in the hospital.

After the procedures were completed, he was brought to his office. The chief physician's office was in one of the rooms, and outside was the public office. Usually, there were ordinary doctors and interns. He had just returned, so his office was relatively empty.

The quiet atmosphere and the melodious ringtone on the phone had stimulated his eardrums. He took out his phone from his pocket and answered the call. The girl's high-pitched voice sounded in his ear, "Whitty, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say you were coming to find me? Why aren't you here yet? Have you been in the mountains for too long and got lost? "

Nick cleared his throat and said, "Sorry, I'm not the owner of the phone."

"Ah? Then who are you? Are you a liar? Did you kidnap my Whitty? " The girl subconsciously reacted on the phone.

"You're thinking too much. That's it." Nick was sure that the owner of the phone was not the owner of the phone.

"Hey... Say something. Where's my Whitty?"

In the end, he cut off the noisy voice. According to his speculation, the owner of the phone should be the girl who called her "Whitty." Lost? How could a person be lost in such a big place?

It was so rigid and unbelievable that he couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

He sat at the desk and placed his phone on the table, making it conspicuous. He could see the incoming call at any time.

Allie, who was on the bus, only subconsciously touched her phone when she reached the station. She wanted to call her best friend and ask her where she was. Only then did she realize that her phone was not in her pocket.

She didn't have the habit of using her phone, so she didn't pay much attention to her phone when she was on the bus. Allie searched through her pockets, but she didn't find her phone.

Allie felt anxious and uncomfortable. She immediately got off the bus and stood on the platform. She flipped it over again, but there was no trace of it. It must have fallen. When did it fall?

Was it when she was treating the old lady?

She was so anxious that her tears were about to flow out. It was not because the phone was expensive, but because she could not lose this phone. She could not lose that phone. The phone contained her most important things. She stomped her feet in hesitation.

"Find it. I want to find it..." Allie tried her best to calm down and ran to the bus stop opposite her.

At the scene of the accident, Allie was like a headless fly. She searched every place she had been to, but there was no result.

Was it picked up by someone? Was there no hope of finding it again? These words kept appearing in her mind, but she could not give her a response.

She cried on the spot. The scorching hot weather burned her body. The heat was burning in her body, making it difficult to evaporate. It was as if she had lost her direction. She was upset. A passerby passed by her and looked at her with a strange expression.