Gu Youran rubbed his temples and indicated that it was time to call the number.
"Patient No. 20." Zhuoran shouted.
The door of the clinic was gently pushed open.
Gu Youran looked up, and the pen in his hand fell on the table with a "click".
The woman standing at the door was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater and a light gray long skirt, and her long black hair fell to her collarbone.
That face... is like myself walking out of the mirror.
The only difference is the cinnabar teardrop mole at the left corner of her eye, which is glaringly red.
Chen Xiaoyu clenched the notebook tightly, and her nails left several crescent-shaped marks on the paper.
This woman and Teacher Gu have exactly the same curve of their lowered eyes.
Zhuoran bent down to pick up the scattered medical record folders, but knocked over the pen holder.
The pen rolled to Vivian's feet and she bent down to pick it up.
Zhuoran retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, as if he was afraid of touching something he shouldn't touch.
"Please sit down." Gu Youran suppressed the panic in his heart.
The woman walked slowly over, sat down opposite, and placed the medical record on the table.
The moment Gu Youran opened the medical record, the familiar scent of gentian flowers hit her face.
Written neatly on the page:
【Vivian Decker, 25 years old】
【Symptoms: Insomnia, palpitations】
The writing on the paper suddenly became blurry.
She subconsciously pressed her temples.
Shi Heng’s abnormal behavior in the hot pot restaurant last night is still fresh in my mind.
The woman he was talking about had teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes, exactly like himself.
Could it be the person in front of me?
"Doctor Gu?" A soft voice sounded, with an accent from Country Y.
Gu Youran raised her eyes and met a pair of eyes that looked exactly like her own.
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