Chapter 147: We must not be suppressed by Bian Zhi’s death again!
No one present understood why Old Lady Ou turned and left the moment she saw Ou Hao.
I also feel puzzled about height, weight and body shape.
"Why is she afraid of you?" The fat man looked at Ou Hao's cold face and asked in confusion, "You were such a scoundrel just now. If you didn't come out, she would have left."
"Shouldn't you be afraid of her?"
Ou Hao stared at Old Lady Ou with his cold eyes as she left. Only after the car had gone a long way did he manage to suppress the coldness in his heart.
"She's afraid of me, which means she's done too many bad things."
Ou Hao said this with a half-smile, then turned and entered the Chinese medicine hospital.
Wait a little longer.
Once he has completely recovered from his illness and has gathered enough evidence, he will take back what belongs to him with dignity.
Ou Hao stood at the door of the clinic.
Inside, Bian Zhi was taking the pulse of a patient with the same condition as him.
She smiled slightly, pulled down the patient's rolled-up sleeves, and said softly, "It's okay, it can be cured."
As he spoke, Bian Zhi raised his chin towards the door, signaling the patient to look at him.
"He was in the same situation as you before, but now his condition is stable and he's living a good life. So, don't give up hope."
Bian Zhi had told him this a long time ago.
When he was penniless and about to give up hope of living, she was the one who helped him, kept him by her side, and gave him the motivation to live.
Ou Hao looked at Bian Zhi's gentle eyes and eyebrows, and was unconsciously stunned.
"Doctor," the girl inside asked softly, head bowed, "will I be able to have a normal relationship and have children in the future? It's not easy to be born into this world, and I want to experience romantic love and the warmth of family."
Bian Zhi smiled and prescribed medicine, "Of course, as long as your body is well-conditioned, you can have a child."
The girl's eyes sparkled, but she was afraid of getting too carried away, so she suppressed her joy and said softly, "But many patients say that the disease will relapse after childbirth, and it has a chance of being hereditary."
Bian Zhi was straightforward and didn't shy away from the topic. "There's a chance of recurrence and hereditary risk, but just because there's a chance doesn't mean you can't live a normal life. If you manage the disease well, lower the risk of hereditary risk, and do prenatal checkups, there won't be a big problem."
The girl finally couldn't contain her joy, her eyes curved, "Really?!"
Bian Zhi smiled, "Yeah, really."
Send off the grateful patient and welcome the next one.
Because the patient who suffered a radius fracture last time recovered particularly well, a large number of orthopedic patients who were unable to have their bones relocated and were afraid of the pain have recently gathered at the entrance of the Chinese Medicine Hospital.
He came with a tragic look on his face and left with a smile on his face.
Ou Hao stood behind Bian Zhi and suddenly felt that he was doing something particularly great, "saving lives and helping the wounded."
He straightened his back unconsciously, looked at the banners that covered the wall and smiled slightly.
Suddenly I felt that everything I did was full of hope.
Ou Hao stared at Bian Zhi unconsciously and became fascinated. He wondered if he could have such a wishful thinking in the future.
By the time Ou Hao came back to his senses.
It's already dark outside.
Finally, there were only a few patients left in the crowded corridor. Ou Hao went to heat up some food and when he brought it in, Bian Zhi was the only one left in the clinic.
Neither of them was talkative, so they lowered their heads and ate quietly, enjoying the rare leisure time.
After finishing the meal, when Ou Hao picked up their lunch boxes and prepared to go out to wash them, Bian Zhi suddenly said, "You can also have a normal and happy family."
Ou Hao paused.
Turning to look at Bian Zhi, I saw tenderness in her eyes.
She said, "Ou Hao, don't worry about your illness. I will treat you to the best of my ability, and you don't have to worry about your children inheriting the disease in the future."
She smiled faintly, full of tenderness and holiness, "I will protect you."
"So if there's a girl you like in the future, chase her. If there's something you like, do it. Whether you're still in the hospital or not, you and your future children will always have priority with me."
"This is my promise to you."
Bian Zhi spoke seriously and his smile faded, causing Ou Hao to feel a surge of warmth in his heart, as if all his meridians were opened up in an instant.
Ou Hao pursed his lips and spoke in a low and timid voice.
Just like when he was a child and was picked up by Old Lady Ou from the orphanage, he was very cautious. "Really? Is it okay?"
"Can I also pursue the girl I like?"
Bian Zhi: “Of course.”
In the consulting room filled with the smell of pine medicine, Ou Hao smiled and replied, "Okay."
The next morning.
When Bian Zhi just arrived at work, he saw Chen Yuyan standing at the door of the clinic.
Holding the appointment number in her hand, she walked into Bian Zhi's clinic in a dignified manner.
"I have an appointment, but it's not to see you. I want to talk to you."
Bian Zhi folded his hands in front of him, looked at Chen Yuyan in front of him, and smiled lightly, "Chen Yuyan, do you think that a heart transplant is absolutely safe?"
Chen Yuyan's originally confident face collapsed.
Bian Zhi has taken care of her for three years, and she knows Chen Yuyan's pain and weaknesses too well.
People who have been sick have regained hope of life. Having tasted sweetness, they can no longer endure bitterness.
With just one sentence, Bian Zhi was able to instantly defeat Chen Yuyan's disguised confidence.
"What do you mean?"
Bian Zhi looked at her bullying and couldn't help but smile. "It's nothing special. I just want to remind Miss Chen that you shouldn't be too confident until you're about to die. Offending a doctor, especially one who knows your physical condition inside and out, is not a good thing."
Bian Zhi leaned back in his chair leisurely, his expression indifferent. "Well, do you want to say more?"
Chen Yuyan pursed her lips tightly, feeling a chill down her back.
Bian Zhi folded his hands in front of him, still smiling, but the sense of oppression was overwhelming.
"Tell me, maybe you can still expect me to act as stupid as I did three years ago?"
Bian Zhi leisurely poured himself a glass of water, not knowing whether he was serious or joking. "You never know. Sometimes I can't even figure out my own personality."
After drinking some water to lubricate her throat, she smiled and looked straight at Chen Yuyan.
He added, "However, when they become ruthless, they are often beyond the ordinary. Doctors—" Bian Zhi looked at his hands, "I have certain skills that others cannot compare to. I have held a scalpel, and no one understands the human body better than me."
Bian Zhi's words were suggestive, as if he had said something, yet also as if he had said nothing.
Chen Yuyan's hands and feet were numb.
Unable to utter a complete sentence, he had to prop himself up on the chair, swallowing hard, and pretending to be strong, "I, I just don't want to delay other patients' visits. I'll wait for you at the door. We must talk. I'll wait until you get off work."
Chen Yuyan dropped the words, stood up and left, not daring to look at Bian Zhi again.
As soon as she walked out of the consulting room, the patient came in and Bian Zhi's gentle voice came from inside.
But Chen Yuyan got goose bumps all over her body.
She came today as the white moonlight of Ou Moyuan, who had suppressed Bian Zhi for three years and made her take care of him for three years.
How come I was suppressed as soon as I entered and had no ability to resist?
When Chen Yuyan calmed down, she felt a surge of resentment and shame in her heart.
She sat on the bench at the door with a gloomy face, waiting for Bian Zhi to finish seeing all the patients, and kept reminding herself in her heart that she must control herself!
We must not be suppressed by Bian Zhi’s death again!
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