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"The hand is fine." Bian Zhi said softly, his voice shaking a little.

Huai's anger is rising at the age of one!

"Row!"

"It's okay!" It's best!

Zhou Suihuai refused to listen and stood up directly. When he stood up, he moved the chair behind him and made a loud clatter. Bian Zhi's heart trembled when he heard it.

Zhou Suihuai's tone was very strong and deep, and he was about to leave. He was really angry.

Bian Zhi hurriedly grabbed the man who was covering his head and was about to leave. He held his hand softly, his eyes were red with worry, "Hand, it's really okay."

Zhou Suihuai looked at her coldly and didn't answer, but it was obvious that he didn't listen to her.

Who wants to listen to this nonsense?

With such an attitude, Bian Zhi's temper became even softer, and she was really afraid that he would leave, "You, sit down."

Bian Zhi pulled him to sit back, and Zhou Suihuai was pulled to sit down. However, his eyes did not evade him at all, and he held a posture that said, "If you don't make it clear today, this matter will never be over."

Bian Zhi pursed her lips. She lowered her head and stood next to Zhou Suihuai. She looked like a child who had made a mistake and said in a low voice: "It's really okay."

Worried that Zhou Suihuai might get angry, she directly unbuttoned her pajamas and pulled her ordinary clothes forward, covering her entire body and only exposing one arm.

Zhou Suihuai raised his eyes.

His gaze swept up and down the slender arm, very meticulously, not missing a single spot. It was clean and tender, and even the capillaries were invisible. It didn't look like it had been injured.

Zhou Suihuai frowned.

Bian Zhi clenched her fist automatically in front of him, "Look, your hand is really fine."

Zhou Suihuai's brows still didn't relax.

Bian Zhi curled up her fingers, unable to let go, and quickly put on the loose clothes and buttoned them up. The whole process was a bit hurried, and Zhou Suihuai always felt that something was a little strange.

But there was no clue for a while.

It was impossible for Bian Zhi to let him find out the clues. As long as she didn't want to, no one could find out about the person with Qiqiao exquisite heart.

The doctor is the most impeccable in his work, even if his eyes are staring at him.

"The hand is fine," but Zhou Suihuai is not that easy to fool, "Then what's the matter?"

"Don't lie to me and treat me like a fool?"

Bian Zhi pursed her lips and sat down on the chair opposite Zhou Suihuai. The distance was a bit close. Her slender legs touched his and her knees touched his knees. The posture was a bit intimate.

This is so rare.

Bian Zhi didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so her voice was soft and gentle, "I didn't think you were a fool."

She had always had a good posture, and now she was holding Zhou Suihuai's hand tenderly, unwilling to lie, telling half the truth and keeping the other half.

He took Zhou Suihuai's hand and brought it close to his heart, "I'm hurt here."

Hearing this, Zhou Suihuai looked at Bian Zhi.

"I am a doctor. I feel very uncomfortable when facing helpless patients, especially the people around me, so I have a bit of a stress reaction." In the mildly air-conditioned room, Bian Zhi's fingers felt a little cold, and he spoke with a smile. Sincere and sincere, "I haven't recovered for a long time. I tried to see patients in the meantime, and the effect was——"

Bian Zhi paused.

For a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who used to be very confident in treating any patient, it is like a big joke that he can't feel the pulse now.

Her face turned a little pale, but she did not pause and continued, "The effect is there, but the effect is not as good as before. I feel a little uncomfortable and quite frustrated. As time goes by, every time someone comes to see me for treatment, I feel a sense of nostalgia." I'm scared, I'm trying my best, but I can't be impatient in this situation."

Bian Zhi was afraid that Zhou Suihuai would be worried, so he took the initiative to explain, "It's getting better little by little."

Throughout the whole process, Bian Zhi spoke in an understatement, but his lips still turned uncontrollably pale, and his tone of voice was trembling slightly. It was very slight, or Bian Zhi didn't notice it himself.

But in this calm state, Zhou Suihuai's back gradually became tense. He knew very well how calm and self-possessed Bian Zhi was.

She is professional because she is a doctor, because she has been exposed to Chinese and Western medicine, because she has been on the operating table, and because of all her efforts in the medical profession, she has long become a calm and rational medical practitioner.

How could it be possible to simply say: [The emergency response was caused because there was nothing we could do to save the people around us? 】

Is the reaction so big that it creates an emergency response?

Zhou Suihuai had questions in his heart, but he knew that he couldn't ask anymore.

Bian Zhi's whole body was tensed, and her forehead was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat that she didn't even know she had. She was as wary as a little animal shivering in the corner, and people couldn't bear to see it.

Her tone was trembling, and she held his hand very hard, always afraid that he would leave.

Zhou Suihuai looked at her deeply, and without asking any further questions, he said, "How long has it been?"

He could clearly feel that after asking this question, Bian Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in his body dissipated a little, and he could barely raise a smile at the corner of his mouth.

But the smile was hasty and awkward.

"Ah, it's been a while, I've been getting over it."

Zhou Suihuai looked at her and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Can't you trust me?"

Bian Zhi immediately shook his head, "No, how could it be?"

Zhou Suihuai stared at her. He wanted an answer to this question.

Bian Zhi felt Zhou Suihuai's determination.

She sighed.

"I can not."

Bian Zhi's voice was very soft, so low that no echo could be heard in the empty room. Bian Zhi said: "It's all my fault. Last time, if I hadn't met you in North America, I wouldn't have dared to come back. "

"On the one hand, I feel that I am not good and I don't dare to see you. On the other hand, I am afraid that you will ignore me, that there will be others around you, and that it will disturb your life."

It's all fear.

When I left, I never thought I could come back. I was too determined and left no way out for myself.

"Is he still back?" Zhou Suihuai said.

"Yes," Bian Zhi smiled sheepishly, "Then...can't you help it? I'm a bit greedy. I want to see you and hug you every day. I don't want to...give you to others, just Allow yourself to be a little more selfish.”

"But that's it, I don't dare to do more."

"When you are angry, I can coax you, and I can keep leaning towards you. Anyway, I can make you happy, but I can't say that I am hurt. As long as I say it, my feelings will be mixed with other things."

"Regret is mixed with heartache, and heartache is mixed with unwillingness. These will make a person unclear whether it is love, heartache, or sympathy. I don't want you to know this, and I don't want this to tug at your heart. ."

"I hope that you can love me and hate me in a pure way. Don't feel sorry for me because you sympathize with me, and because I am the mother of the child, just think, that's it, it's me."

"I want you very much, but I don't want you, not even in this life."

"With me, your true thoughts will always override my wishes."

Bian Zhi looked into Zhou Suihuai's eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and there was finally a smile in his eyes. His voice was still very light and soft, and it also contained a heart-wrenching plea, "So, don't pity me if you are easily forgiven." , you are still angry with me, can I continue to coax you?"