The reason was not valid, so Zhiyun guessed that Han Qingrang must have seen her just now!
Thinking of this, she simply stopped avoiding him.
While opening the door outside, open the door inside as well, pretending to meet him by chance.
That should be fine.
The door opens.
Zhiyun raised her head slightly, and the man who appeared in her sight was wearing a white doctor's robe, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He had a clean and handsome face and a serious expression.
Yu Mo was surprised to learn why Dr. Han was concerned about the patients in the vascular surgery department. When the door opened and he saw Zhiyun, his first reaction was a start. Then he suddenly realized, "It's you. Aren't you the woman who teased Dr. Han last time?"
Zhiyun: “…”
Flirting? ?
Zhiyun tried her best to control her expression and asked, "Who are you?"
Seeing that Zhiyun didn't recognize him, Yu Mo turned sideways, allowing Zhiyun to see the man standing two meters behind him. He said, "I'm Yu Mo. Last time, you and Doctor Han were in my office..."
Zhiyun: "Ahem!"
She coughed, interrupting Yu Mo.
"You must have recognized the wrong person. I don't know what you are talking about." She had originally thought of confronting Han Qingrang head-on.
Then Yu Mo showed up, and she was too embarrassed to admit that she knew Han Qingrang.
"Move aside."
Han Qingrang's voice came from behind.
The clearness of the voice carries a sense of alienation, which makes people feel a little oppressed. Men with such a voice are the most difficult to get close to, and the owner of this voice is more like a natural aristocrat, who cannot be ignored but dare not get close to him.
If he wasn't wearing a white coat, no one would have guessed that he was a doctor.
When Yu Mo heard Han Qingrang speak, he immediately fell silent.
He moved his body to the side again to make way.
Song Yecheng, another doctor nearby, pulled Yu Mo aside and said, "You're confused. Everyone wants to make fun of you, but you have to make fun of Doctor Han."
Yu Mo said in a down-to-earth tone, "I'm telling the truth, seriously. Don't you believe what I say?"
Song Yecheng rolled his eyes at Yu Mo, desperate to wake him up. He reached into the pocket of his white coat, feeling for something, but couldn't find it. He looked up and asked Yu Mo, "Where's my hammer...?"
Yu Mo took out a hammer from the pocket of his white coat and said, "Here it is."
The percussion hammer is small and beautiful, and every doctor in the internal medicine and surgery department has one in his pocket.
Song Yecheng snatched the percussion hammer from Yu Mo's hand: "I'm going to hit you with the hammer."
*
Zhiyun watched Han Qingrang walk towards her and then pass by her.
Without a glance or a movement, he just passed by her like a stranger.
He was going to pretend not to know me? !
Since he didn't say anything, Zhiyun didn't feel comfortable greeting him. When she was about to leave, her voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Wait a moment."
Zhiyun stopped.
Yu Mo and Song Yecheng outside the door calmed down and regained their serious expressions.
"Are you a family member?"
The inquiry from Han Qingrang was very light, natural, and without leaving any trace.
Zhiyun turned around and saw Han Qingrang staring at her, his face clear and noble. She smiled with the same faint smile and replied, "Yes."
"Whose family?" he asked again.
There are two beds in Ward 607, and there are occupants on both beds. One is receiving an IV drip for a cold, and the other is someone who just had varicose vein surgery.
So, there was nothing wrong with Han Qingrang asking her this.
But Zhiyun couldn't answer.
Whose relative should she say she is?
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