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Before entering elementary school, Qiu Shuhan suffered from a serious illness.

The disease is contagious. At that time, she was young and didn't know that she was seriously ill. She just cried in the ward every day and shouted to go home. No one could persuade her.

The nurse said that the condition is very serious, just in case, the family members should reduce the number of visits. Not only for their own good, but also for Qiu Shuhan's.

Because even if you wear an isolation suit, bacteria will still enter more or less.

But she is ignorant, and she can only see her parents twice a day, and each time is only half an hour. If it were any other child, she would also cry.

The disease was brought out from the mother's womb, the incubation period was long, and the outbreak was sudden. If the hospital hadn't delivered it in time, I'm afraid it should have been rescued long ago. The Qiu family has a background, so they found an experienced attending doctor. The doctor thought that Qiu Shuhan was still young, and conservative treatment was more appropriate, so he kept suppressing the condition with drugs, and injected it every three days to wait for observation.

During those six months, what Qiu Shuhan did the most was lying on the window sill on the first floor, staring blankly at the flowers and plants in the flower beds outside.

The plants in the inpatient department are often pruned, which may be the reason why patients can recover faster and better in a pleasing environment.

On sunny days, there will be many people basking in the sun from the building opposite, walking on crutches or sitting in wheelchairs.

It seems that everyone is missing arms and legs, and they are sicker than her, but why can they all go out, but she can't?

Qiu Shuhan was very angry, his little fingernails were digging at the closed glass window, looking forward to it.

She used to have a very cheerful personality. In the words of her mother, she was a typical self-cooked child. The children of other families were shy and hid in their mother’s arms and refused to call anyone. She shouted at the fruit seller’s uncle from a dozen meters away. .

But since he was admitted to the hospital, Qiu Shuhan became more and more silent day by day with no one around him to talk to. Compared with before, she is now more used to being alone in ecstasy, even when her parents come to see her, she is not so happy.

I've been alone for a long time, and I don't even know what excitement is.

What Qiu Shuhan saw the most in the inpatient department were elderly people. They carry a kind of sickness that she is very afraid of, not to say how sick they are, but the withered and yellow skin, the trembling walking posture, and the cloudy eyes, all make the little girl feel extremely frightened .

It seems that Lord Hades will take them away at any time.

Such vicissitudes and impermanence, for a five or six-year-old girl, are heart palpitations that can't sleep all night.

She doesn't like the hospital, nor does she like the smell of disinfectant, and she doesn't like the nurses wearing masks who open the door at 11 o'clock every night and call her to the injection room for injections.

Because the medicine needs to be taken at 8 o'clock in the evening, and the injection and the medicine must be separated by several hours, Qiu Shuhan often waits until 11 o'clock in fear, and then, amidst the half-coaxing and half-lying of his parents, he will cry heartbreakingly after the injection, and then take the injection with him. With tears all over his face, he fell into a deep sleep.

The time in the hospital passed extremely slowly, until one day—

A boy about her age appeared in the building opposite.

Children are always interested in children who are about the same age as themselves, and so is Qiu Shuhan.

That day, she was lying lazily on the window sill as usual, the sun shone brightly on the little girl's side cheeks, and her slightly curled eyelashes looked like a porcelain doll.

Her neck was a little sore, so she straightened her back and planned to change her posture.

When I looked up, I saw a little boy sitting by the flower bed, with a cooling patch on his forehead and a thermometer in his mouth.

Qiu Shuhan's eyes lit up, and he looked carefully.

The little boy was quite good-looking, with fair skin and regular facial features. He may have had a fever and was uncomfortable, his brows were always frowning, and he was inexplicably serious. But with the thermometer in his mouth, he had to pout his mouth, so in comparison, he looked very cute.

It was the first time she saw a child of the same age in the inpatient department, excitedly got up from the chair, half-kneeled on it and knocked on the glass window.

When Tang Xuan heard the movement and turned her head, she saw a little girl in a sick suit lying on the window like a gecko.

Her complexion is very rosy, revealing the vitality of a child, which is different from those with pale faces. And there are two shofar braids, with beautiful bows tied on the braids, which look pink and tender.

The sound insulation effect of the isolation ward was not bad, Qiu Shuhan waved at Tang Xuan, and his familiar personality instantly opened up again.

"Brother, are you from the inpatient department opposite?"

Tang Xuan didn't hear it, she subconsciously opened her mouth, "Ah?"

Something fell out of his mouth.

He rushed to pick it up, but fortunately he reacted quickly, and the thermometer was firmly clamped in his abdomen.

Qiu Shuhan was rolling with laughter in the ward, squinting her eyes, pointing her finger at the glass while laughing, signaling Tang Xuan that someone is coming from behind.

"Brother, it's time, can you give me the thermometer?" the nurse asked softly.

Tang Xuan was startled, and handed it out with shaking hands.

"It's only 36 degrees? Doesn't make sense?" The nurse wondered, "Brother, did you not press your tongue?" She held the thermometer and muttered, greeting Tang Xuan while walking back.

He looked at Qiu Shuhan, the little girl was very happy with her eyes bent.

Tang Xuan thought about it, the direction of her finger just now, um...

Is it the flower bed behind me?

He guessed whether it was Qiu Shuhan who wanted the flowers blooming there.

Tang Xuan turned her head, and there were several unknown small yellow flowers in the flower bed. They were bright in color, but had no fragrance. There is also a notice board standing on the edge of the flower bed, which reads: Flowers and plants are refreshing, and my hands are merciful.

He glanced at Qiu Shuhan again, then turned around, and glanced guiltyly at the little nurse who walked a few steps away.

Tang Xuan took a deep breath to embolden herself.

Then in the next second, with quick eyesight and quick hands, he plucked off a small yellow flower with a "swish", and rushed towards Qiu Shuhan.

The little girl in the ward was dumbfounded.

She didn't actually want that flower, she just kindly reminded him, but she was misunderstood.

Although there were not a few steps to go, Tang Xuan had a fever and was already out of breath when she ran to the window.

He stood on tiptoe, put the flowers on the window sill, and gestured for Qiu Shuhan to open the window.

Through a glass, Qiu Shuhan realized that this little brother is really very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, white teeth and red lips, and his cheeks are already angular at such a young age.

She shook her head and silently said: This window cannot be opened.

Tang Xuan said "Oh", a little disappointed, holding the root of the flower in her right hand, frowning and thinking of a way.

As a result, the solution has not been thought of yet, the little nurse who turned her head inadvertently screamed "Yeah"—

"Tang Xuan! The flowers in the flower beds are not allowed to be picked!"

The child's name sounds nice, and she took a second look at it while recording it, and she was deeply impressed.

Qiu Shuhan heard it, and repeated in a low voice, "Tang Xuan, Tang Xuan..."