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"Hey, isn't that Doctor Jiang?"

The driver suddenly muttered something and pulled Yu Chu out of his contemplation. She glanced out the car window.

Not far away is a hospital.

This hospital is not unfamiliar in the memory of the original owner. She had never been there, but as a native of the city, the name of the top hospital in the country has also been heard since childhood. Doctors are all world-renowned scholars, and many of them are not rich enough to rank.

"Little girl, are you going to Jingren Garden? Would you mind taking someone with you?" asked the uncle of the driver.

Yu Chu is not a particularly flamboyant character, and he understands this kind of thing well. Bring more people along the way, one trip is the fare for two people, you can easily earn more.

She nodded, "It's okay."

"Okay." The driver's uncle turned the steering wheel quickly and drove towards the hospital door. \u0026amp;1t;i\u0026amp;gt;\u0026amp;1t;/i\u0026amp;gt;

It was already night, and the cars on the street had their headlights on, like an endless stream of light.

There was a man standing in front of the hospital, a very young man with a white shirt with a snow-white collar and a straight black tie, which seemed meticulous.

The car was getting closer, Yu Chu could see the black tie clearly, the silver pin showed a hint of dignity, and the cufflinks at the wrist were also very beautiful, like an elegant nobleman.

She remembered that the driver said "Doctor Jiang" just now. The doctors in this hospital must be rich people.

There was a woman next to him, who was talking to him, but after a car stopped in front of him, the woman stopped. The sound insulation of the car was not good, so Yu Chu heard her say, "Okay, Dr. Jiang, you should rest early."

The young man didn't answer.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the back seat, and saw that there seemed to be other passengers, so instead of going to the back seat, he opened the passenger's door and sat in.

Yu Chu noticed his hands, perhaps because he was a doctor. Those hands were cold and gleaming white, with slender fingers and beautiful knuckles. It seemed that he was born to hold a cold and small scalpel, and he was meticulous.

When he lowered his head and got into the car, Yu Chu saw a pair of golden glasses on his face. The more noble and elegant style is very suitable for this person's temperament.

She only saw one side face, with a high and straight nose bridge, attractive curves from the brow bone to the eyelashes, and the glasses gave off a polite and aristocratic look.

Before the door was closed, the woman outside lowered her head and said to the driver, "Please drive slowly, he is very tired."

The driver quickly agreed.

I just got off work at this point, and I may have just completed an urgent operation. The driver understands.

Yu Chu glanced at the woman.

The man still didn't speak. After the car hit the road, the driver said attentively, "Doctor Jiang, didn't you drive today?"

The other party then replied: "Yeah." After a pause, his tone was cold and businesslike, "You are the one who underwent surgery last month? You can't smoke after the operation."

His voice is very nice, and like his hands, it gives people a delicate feeling of whiteness and coldness.

The driver was obviously convinced of the doctor, "Yes, I remember you reminded me that I didn't smoke anymore. I guess it was the smell of cigarettes left by some passenger. I'll open the window for you?"

The other party hummed politely.

The driver quickly opened the window a little.

Yu Chu shrank silently in the back seat, and was engrossed in playing Xiaoxiao music. When she heard the driver's words, she sniffed her sleeves, frowned and shrank silently again.