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Chapter 242 Chronicle of Sanatorium

Mo Nanyan's expression was firm, and after he touched the woman's forehead with his fingertips, small but faint red marks slowly emerged, and the silver memory was transmitted to another person's soul along with the power, Mo Nanyan gritted his teeth, and did A big decision has been made.

It was the first time she was so assertive.

Hope she doesn't blame her.

A steady stream of memories washed over Mo Zishu's soul. She frowned slightly, not daring to accept it wholeheartedly. Instead, she carefully sorted out every fragment and small detail. After she opened her eyes again, it was already the second time. God.

"The patient in room 207 is awake."

"Quickly, notify Doctor Qin."

"Check the pulse and heartbeat, and pay attention to the frequency of the medicine drip."

Amidst the commotion, the headache like a hangover stretched her nerves, and the chaotic and huge memory was sorted out neatly after being disturbed and checked. He opened his eyes.

"hiss."

As soon as she opened her eyes, there was a white thing, Mo Zishu was dazed, subconsciously punched it, and pulled out the needle tube in her hand vigilantly. Immediately afterwards, she was pressed heavily on the bed, The arm was very painful.

"Inject a tranquilizer."

"Hold her down."

"No." Qin Yu covered his waist and shook his head, he scolded with a bad face: "You all back away!"

"But."

"Back off! Get out!"

Mo Zishu felt that the force like steel pliers disappeared. She held back the pain, propped up her body, leaned against the bed with great effort, half-opened her eyes with a flash of clarity, and the surrounding area was hazy. Hazy white.

She could even hear the sizzle of the electric shock rod.

These are all to subdue her.

"Doctor Qin." She licked her cracked lips, and her light voice escaped from her throat, the trust and dependence in it were self-evident.

It's like the breeze in March, lingering and deadly cold.

Qin Yu's heart tightened when he was shouted, he temporarily ignored the pain in his waist, the continuous stream of longing made his head sweat profusely, and the unexpected call made him pause.

"Patients in Room 207, Mo Nan, Mo Zishu, can you hear me?"

"Move your fingers if you hear it."

Mo Zishu really wanted to see Qin Yu's reaction when she didn't move her fingers at this time, but thinking of the unnamed consequences, she still sighed regretfully in her heart, curled her fingers, and looked in Qin Yu's direction with blank eyes .

"Doctor Qin."

Qin Yu couldn't figure out Mo Zishu's current physical condition. After a moment of stalemate, he decisively and cautiously stepped forward, propped one hand on the hospital bed, covered the girl's sight, and also blocked the surveillance at the angle not far away. .

He narrowed his eyes, and gently lifted the long hair on the girl's forehead, and the red marks like cinnabar moles were inlaid on her forehead.

"can you hear me?"

"Ah."

The girl nodded docilely, she strenuously hooked the corner of the doctor's clothes, and held it between her fingers, her voice was still soft, a bit hoarse, which made the meekness more seductively seductive: "Doctor Qin. "

Qin Yu rubbed the black hair in his hand, and looked at the corner of his clothes that was being pulled: "You are not in good health now."

"Get out." The girl moved her lips weakly, her lips that had just been moisturized showed a crystal clear water color: "Go out"

"Now is not the time to go out." Qin Yu rarely lowered his tone.

(End of this chapter)