Zhao Xiaoyue stammered and shut up, "Of course you are, hehe!"
The head of cardiology adjusted his coat, glanced at Situ Ming, and asked Zhao Xiaoyue, "Are you in college?"
Zhao Xiaoyue answered honestly, "I'm a freshman, and I just finished the university sports meet today, the 10,000-meter race."
Situ Ming frowned and looked at the head of the cardiology department with displeasure. "You're here to see a doctor, why are you asking all sorts of irrelevant questions?"
Head of Cardiology: "Have you ever been in a relationship? Is it possible that she was attracted to this handsome young man?"
Zhao Xiaoyue: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Situ Ming & Ban Qisheng: "?"
Zhao Xiaoyue stared wide-eyed, showing great confusion!
Suddenly, Situ Ming had a flash of inspiration. He turned his head to look at the person who was still standing there in a daze, and suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if he had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel.
Situ Ming's mood instantly changed, like the sky after the rain, not only clear of clouds but also with several rainbows appearing.
He bent down, scooped up the person who was wasting time sitting in the chair, and left, not forgetting to say goodbye to the head of the cardiology department.
"No, what does he mean? I...I...he...he!"
People were all looking this way in the busy corridor. Ban Qisheng was still confirming something with the head of the cardiology department and didn't come over.
Situ Ming put the person down, pushed her to the window, leaned against the huge glass windowsill, and quietly looked at Zhao Xiaoyue.
The sun was shining down, and the boy, a cigarette dangling from his lips, tried to calm himself, his eyes fixed on Zhao Xiaoyue.
He was weighing something in his mind: if he confessed his feelings now, would he be rejected?
Will I get beaten up?
According to Hou Taotao, the military strength of the people in charge is not low!
Furthermore, in the room where she encountered danger in Paris and on the Île de la Wald, the little girl clearly lost control after seeing or hearing things related to "sex".
She is averse to questions about "sex"!
His eyes were deep and dark, and his long, slender fingers held a cigarette, flicking off the ash with his index and middle fingers.
The convention said the little girl had severe "contact disorder," which is more like...post-traumatic stress disorder.
Doesn't criminal psychology include descriptions of this?
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