He couldn't bear to look at her blood. His heart felt like it was being pulled hard, and he was overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation.
He forced himself to look away from her and turned his face away.
Who on earth was she that she could so easily dominate all his senses?
Yanzhi arrived at the hospital as quickly as possible.
When Yan Zhi opened the back door and was about to bend over to pick up Zhiyun, he subconsciously glanced at Han Qingrang.
There was a distant and indifferent expression on his face, as if he didn't care at all. He looked away after just one glance.
As if not seen.
Yan Zhi gritted his teeth and carried Zhiyun out. Only then did he notice that Zhiyun's knee was also injured and red, and it seemed that she had been hit hard.
"You are an orthopedic surgeon. Take a look at her knee. Is the problem serious?" Yan Zhi asked Han Qingrang.
Han Qingrang glanced at her red knees and said, "The hospital is just ahead."
Yan Zhi: “…”
!!!
This memory was completely wiped out, there really was nothing left. Seeing his beloved woman become like this, he didn't even frown.
If it were in the past, this man who remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe would be so heartbroken at this moment that it would be impossible for him to hug Zhiyun. He probably wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of her skirt.
Because Teng Qingdu couldn't bear to see her get hurt and would go crazy.
When he goes crazy, it's beyond ordinary people's imagination.
"Then I sent her in."
Han Qingrang pretended not to hear.
Yan Zhi said nothing more and had to carry Zhiyun and prepare to go inside.
As they walked, Yan Zhi suddenly stopped, turned around, and came to Han Qingrang holding Zhiyun.
He placed Zhiyun in Han Qingrang's arms and said, "I have other things to deal with right away. You should take her inside."
Han Qingrang: "..."
Zhiyun was then stuffed into Han Qingrang's arms by Yan Zhi.
She was in a daze, but she seemed to smell a familiar scent and moved her hands.
'Bang'
Close the car door.
Before leaving, Yan Zhi said, "If I'm not done with my work, I'll arrange another car to pick you up. Thank you for your help."
The car sped away.
Han Qingrang looked down at the woman in his arms.
When Yan Zhi was thrown into his arms, his first reaction was to hold her firmly, rather than throwing her away.
Time stood still for a long time.
The wound on the back of Zhiyun's head hurt more, and she groaned unconsciously, a painful groan.
Han Qingrang couldn't bear to hear that sound, not because of anything else, but because that sound made him feel suffocated and stuffy in his heart. He didn't understand where this uncomfortable feeling came from.
Why is this happening.
Finally, he carried her to the hospital with an expressionless face and went to the emergency room as quickly as possible. This was the First People's Hospital, and a nurse recognized Han Qingrang.
When he saw him, he called out, "Doctor Han."
"Well, please take care of the wound on the back of her head and get a CT scan of her brain. There's redness and swelling on her knees, so get a CT scan as well."
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
The nurse will go and make the arrangements.
It's only a few minutes past six and there are still a lot of people in the hospital.
Han Qingrang's memory of this hospital was a bit vague. He only knew that he had worked here, and what happened afterwards was not clear.
His memory was fragmented. He tried to recover his memory, but he couldn't, not even a fragment.
He suspected he had been hypnotized and tried to use hypnosis to awaken his fragmented memory, but it was useless. He could clearly sense that his memory was incomplete, but when he searched, he found nothing.
…
Yu Mo was off today and Song Yecheng was about to get off work. When he heard the nurse say that Dr. Han had brought his girlfriend, Song Yecheng went to see her before leaving get off work.
When he came in, Han Qingrang was standing beside the bed.
"Doctor Han." Song Yecheng walked over.
Han Qingrang had memories of Song Yecheng, but they were not particularly clear. He only remembered this person and nodded slightly: "Doctor Song."
Song Yecheng noticed that Zhiyun was in a bad condition, so he asked, "What happened to Miss Zhiyun?"
"Do you know each other?" Han Qingrang asked.
Song Yecheng: "..."
This question confused Song Yecheng.
???
Could it be true as Yu Mo said, that Dr. Han and Miss Zhiyun broke up?
It seems that after the breakup, they are no longer even friends and are just pretending not to know each other.
And the extent of Miss Zhiyun's injuries... Could it be that Doctor Han had attacked Miss Zhiyun?
Hiss...tsk...
A lot of thoughts popped up in his mind, and Song Yecheng had to tentatively say something to verify his thoughts: "Doctor Han, I heard that you and Miss Zhiyun are getting married soon, and Yu Mo is even saying that he is looking forward to eating your wedding candy..."
As he spoke, Song Yecheng secretly glanced at Han Qingrang.
Seeing his brows furrowed, he seemed puzzled: "Marriage?"
Song Yecheng nodded hesitantly.
At this time, the nurse came in to treat the wound on the back of Zhiyun's head: "Doctor Han, please help your girlfriend stand up. I will clean the wound on the back of her head so that it will be easier to apply medicine."
"She's not my girlfriend."
Han Qingrang said in a calm and distant voice.
The nurse was stunned immediately, and Song Yecheng was also stunned.
His voice was as cold as everyone else's. "I was asked to bring her to the hospital. She has nothing to do with me."
Song Yecheng: "..."
Song Yecheng sighed even more...
"Then, please, Dr. Han, help her up so I can apply medicine to her." The nurse said in a low voice.
Han Qingrang was about to leave, but after hesitating for two seconds, he helped Zhiyun up. Her body leaned softly in front of him, her eyes slightly opened, but not very clear. After the impact on the back of her head, her consciousness was a little blurred.
While cleaning the wound, Zhiyun finally became much more sober.
Because it hurts.
She clenched the hand in front of her, "It hurts..."
The voice sounded particularly fragile and distressing. When Han Qingrang heard the word "pain" from her mouth, his heart suddenly felt a pain.
Zhiyun only felt that the person in front of her had a familiar and reassuring smell.
In her hazy vision, the hand she saw looked like his...
"Han Qingrang..."
She murmured his name.
When Han Qingrang heard her calling him, his hand that was supporting her froze.
She used up the little strength she had left to grab his wrist, and slowly her palm slipped down, and he caught her falling hand.
At that moment, their fingers were intertwined.
He was a mysophobe, and when he tried to pull his hand away, Zhiyun clasped his hand tightly: "Han Qingrang...Han..."
She knew his name, so she must know him.
Han Qingrang has a good memory, but not everyone who has met him will remember him.
Only now did he suddenly remember where he had seen her.
She vaguely resembles the girl I met at the orphanage today. The little girl called her beautiful sister...
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