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Song Qingcheng woke up and found that he had turned into a young Bai Wu, gender switching is okay, how could he still see his young self dangling in front of his eyes.

When she was a student, Song Qingcheng had outstanding looks and excellent grades, and was worshiped as a goddess by everyone. Of course, her IQ is higher than others, but is she beautiful?I never thought of it, but... Now that I look at it with a different body, it seems really pretty.

So, it's only natural to be nice to yourself, emmmmm, why does that person look at me like he's looking at a pervert? ? ?

High cold vs high cold, so this article will compare... high cold?

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Bai Wu, Song Qingcheng ┃ Supporting role: Liu Yiyi, etc. ┃ Others: fall in love with yourself

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☆、Chapter 1

it is finally over.Song Qingcheng took off his mask and let out a long breath. This was the seventh operation in a row.Just two days ago, a major traffic accident occurred on a nearby highway, and all the wounded were sent to the hospital where Song Qingcheng worked. As a surgeon, Song Qingcheng was on duty at the time, and he has been so busy that he has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights.

"Xiao Song, why don't you rest for a while, and I'll take over for you in the next operation. You look so pale, you really can't hold a knife." Dr. Liu, who worked with her, grabbed Song Qingcheng's arm and pushed her to the seat next to her. Chair belt.

"No need, I can do it." As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingcheng felt dizzy for a while. Just as he was about to stabilize his body, he found that his eyes were blood red, and then a black curtain fell down. Before falling to the ground, Doctor Liu's voice became farther and farther away .

"Then let's sleep." Song Qingcheng finally thought.

Song Qingcheng opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the ceiling and fluorescent lamps of the ward. There was plenty of sunlight outside, and the light shone straight in through the glass windows, giving the whole room a bright and warm feeling.Song Qingcheng remembered that the last operation was finished at about six o'clock in the evening, and now it seemed that it was almost noon, and he slept for a long time.However, it didn't seem to have the effect of recuperating and relieving fatigue. The whole head was in pain, and the sun x_u_e also jumped out suddenly.Song Qingcheng subconsciously held down his head, but touched the short hair of the stabbing hand.

what happened?It turned out that the waist-length hair was cut off, no, it was shaved.

Even Song Qingcheng, who was as calm as an ancient well and deep pool, was also stunned. For a while, he couldn't accept the tragic situation of turning bald after just sleeping.At this moment, the sound of the door opening interrupted Song Qingcheng's daze, and a woman over forty years old walked in. She saw Song Qingcheng sitting straight on the hospital bed, she shed tears, walked quickly to the bed and sat down, carefully He held Song Qingcheng's face tightly, rubbed it lightly, and muttered "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up".

Song Qingcheng came back to his senses, pressed the woman's fidgeting hand, frowned and said, "You are?"

The two words are spoken in the clear and pleasant voice unique to teenagers, which has lost the immaturity of children, but has not yet acquired the low-pitched voice of adults.

Song Qingcheng was stunned.

"You child, what are you talking about?" The woman panicked, "I'll call the doctor." Then she ran out of the room, and when she was done, she turned back worriedly and told her to "don't move around".Song Qingcheng opened her mouth and lowered her head again. Even her own hands were extremely strange. She pulled out the drip needle and walked quickly to the mirror in the bathroom.

It was the face of a boy, about 15 years old. The right side of the thorn head was still covered with gauze. It must have been injured recently. His skin was slightly dark. Staring at Song Qingcheng in astonishment.

Song Qingcheng touched his chest subconsciously, as expected, there is no need to confirm it, is he dreaming?It's impossible to time travel, um, it must be a dream.

Who are you kidding?

Song Qingcheng looked at the boy in the mirror with a wry smile.

The door was opened again, and the woman's eager voice came along with the sound of footsteps, "Director Yang, Xiao Wu asked me who I was just now, do you think he will lose his memory?" The woman saw Song Qingcheng in the bathroom and grabbed Her arms were both blaming and worried, "Is your body still uncomfortable? Didn't I tell you not to move around, go to the bed and lie down, let Doctor Yang take a good look." Song Qingcheng resisted her touch, and pulled it away slightly Distance, indifference and rejection among relatives are often the most hurtful, and women feel a little overwhelmed for a while.

The doctor behind him quickly smiled and smoothed things over: "Xiao Wu wakes up and sees how happy your mother is. Listen to your mother and go to bed and lie down." Song Qingcheng noticed the doctor behind the woman, smiling and welcoming her with a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. The vice president of the courtyard, Yang Xingguo.

"Yang Yuan?" If it wasn't for the fact that the boy's body was within reach, Song Qingcheng would have thought it was a huge joke, or an absurd dream.

"I'm not a dean, I'm just an ordinary doctor." Doctor Yang walked to the bed with a smile, and motioned for Song Qingcheng to come over, "Lie down well, let me show you."

Song Qingcheng couldn't help it, and was dragged by the woman to lie on the bed. Just in between Dr. Yang's examination, Song Qingcheng couldn't help asking softly; "Doctor Yang, do you know that there is a doctor named Song Qingcheng in the hospital?"

"Oh? I have no impression."

How could there be no impression? During the meeting last week, Yard Yang praised her by name in public.Song Qingcheng still didn't give up, "He's a general surgery doctor who was recruited just two years ago."

Dr. Yang took off his stethoscope and looked straight at Song Qingcheng, "I am the director of the general surgery department. There is no doctor named Song in our department."

Song Qingcheng was a little astonished, and Dr. Yang pointed to the woman standing opposite, "Then do you still know her?" "Xiao Wu, I am mother, don't you even know mother?" Thinking of his son who just woke up I don't recognize myself, the torment of the past half a month has turned into slight grievances, and I have the urge to cry for a while.

Song Qingcheng looked at her. This should be the boy's mother. One side of her short hair was hanging down in a mess, her face was haggard and she hadn't had a good rest for at least several nights, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was secretly wiping tears at the moment.Song Qingcheng sighed lightly, took out a tissue and wiped it on the woman's face, "Sorry", Song Qingcheng pursed his lips, "I made you worry".

At this moment, a man rushed in. He put down the lunch box in his hand and looked at the doctor with some embarrassment.

This is the boy's father.Song Qingcheng turned his head and looked at the man in front of him. He was not tall, and his facial features vaguely resembled the shadow of a teenager. He was asking about the doctor's condition at this time.

"This is temporary sexual amnesia after trauma to the head, and the specifics need to be checked to be sure." The boy's mother seemed a little unbearable, and the man hurriedly hugged his sobbing wife, "Well, let's get a CT scan first. Let’s wait for the results to come out and see what’s going on.”Dr. Yang comforted the couple for a while, then took a final look at Song Qingcheng, and left the ward.