The Whole World Knows I’m a Good Person [Quick Wear]

Zhang Haixiang was stunned, and a clear and joyful shout came from behind his five-year-old daughter; "Dad! Dad!"

He turned subconsciously, seeing that his daughter, who was held in his arms by his wife, was smiling at him with open arms, looking like he was hugging.

"Niuniu ..."

He shouted his daughter's name unconsciously, and the little girl was even happier in her mother's arms and kept yelling at her father.

Holding her wife in tears, choking and whispering to her daughter, "Dad is in there and will come out soon."

Niuniu crooked her head.

Isn't dad there?

"Your daughter is not five years old and can still see you."

Shi Qing took out another **** from her arms, and was happy to eat. After a few bites, Meng Qing already took out a handkerchief in the familiar way to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Haixiang's face was bewildered. He couldn't bear to look away from his wife and daughter and looked at Shi Qing:

"So I'm ... dead now?"

"Not yet, but it's almost there."

Shi Qing patted Meng Qing: "You tell him."

Meng Qing hesitantly glanced at the little girl who was looking here, and whispered to Zhang Haixiang: "Your life is up to this day."

"Because your body has been in a coma, your soul came out and became a ghost doctor."

"Ghost Doctor ..."

Zhang Haixiang understands that these guys are constantly looking for his patients, the strange words that the guy said.

They turned out ... all ghosts.

After being spotted, all these haunting memories have returned.

Every morning, he always thought that he had been on the same day, yawned to work, and couldn't stop, a patient who couldn't get over.

It turned out that he was dead ...

He felt he couldn't stand anymore, so he leaned on the wall and slowly sat on the bench, his eyes full of confusion.

"So are you here to pick me up? Are you a ghost?"

"We are not ghosts, we are here ..." Meng Qing said, and paused, looking at Shi Qing: "What are we doing here?"

Shi Qing raised an eyebrow: "Of course it is to watch the lively."

"Like him, the body is still alive, the soul has become a ghost doctor, and I have seen it for the first time."

"And he went to the prefecture today, and we happened to take a ride."

Meng Qing looked at the demon hesitantly, pondering the words carefully, and when they got close to Shi Qing's ears, he whispered: "It's not good to say that, he's so sad."

Shi Qing turned her head, her lips fell into the ears of the young Taoist, and she also spoke softly, but there was an unspeakable charm in the sentence. Instead of whispering, it was better to deliberately lower the voice to seduce each other:

"I am the devil, all the negative energies in this world, do you expect me to be considerate of others?"

Speaking, he couldn't refuse to take the young Taoist to sit down and comfortably stretch his long legs on others:

"Okay, just wait for his time now."

It is not surprising that Meng Qing answered Shi Qing this way. He just felt inexplicably that Shi Qing should not be what he said.

Only in the morgue, it was also clear that Qing had let him go beyond.

But he didn't say what he wanted to say, but took a small bag out of his pocket silently, opened it, poured the almonds in his hand, took one, and handed it to the Devil.

The demon king froze, then looked at him fiercely: "Why."

Meng Qing's face became even more reddened by his fierce tone. He handed the almonds and stuttered, "This is almond, it's delicious. The brother brought it to me, and said it was made by the villagers of Yamashita. Without pesticides, it tastes authentic. "

Seeing Shi Qing still staring at him, the young Dao Changjunmei's face was flushed.

He added sloppyly: "I used to take a few from time to time. After eating it, I felt the whole fragrance in my mouth. Anyway, I was waiting, this is for you."

Shi Qing glanced at the almond he put on his hand, and raised the end of his eyes slightly, leaning back in a loose look, and opened his mouth.

Apparently it was asking for someone to feed.

Meng Qing met and blushed even more, but he took the almond and handed it to the devil's mouth.

The devil's lips didn't move, and with the rolling of his tongue, he rolled the almonds into his mouth.

Young Dao's hand trembled as he moved.

Teng--

He even dyed his neck red, nervously put his hands behind his back, stuttered: "You, what do you do!"

"What can you do with almonds?"

Shi Qingshutan's next trip, the whole person was lying on the bench, opened his mouth: "It tastes good, little priest, and then feed."

Meng Qing blushed with a handkerchief and wiped a touch of wetness on her fingers. While rubbing, she raised her eyes to look at Shiqing, her cheeks were flushed.

He whispered, "Don't run into me again."

"Look at my mood."

After Shi Qing said, he opened his mouth and said, "Ah."

So, the young priest sat next to him like this, with the devil's long legs on his legs, feeding him almonds one by one.

Seeing Shi Qing eating happily, he didn't hold back and ate one himself.

In the end it becomes:

He is one, clear one, he is one, clear one.

The two were happy eating.

The young man who followed Zhang Haixiang looked at this scene: "..."

He was dead, and he could naturally see the anger in Shi Qing and Meng Qing.

A black scary person.

A white scary person.

The two were actually able to eat together in peace.

This world really is crazy.

He didn't dare to provoke the two, although he didn't know it, but at first glance it was the great **** of the cattle critics. The boy stomped his feet and squatted carefully to Zhang Haixiang.

Zhang Haixiang faced the wall with the appearance of "I'm closed".

"Doctor Zhang."

The guy poked Zhang Haixiang carefully.

"So what, don't you be too sad, life or death, anyway, isn't it?"

Zhang Haixiang cracked his forehead against the wall.

"I don't want to die."

The lad expressed understanding.

"What, in fact, Dr. Zhang, think about it this way, the world is so big, even if we die, it has no effect."

He sighed; "I couldn't accept it when I just died, but think I wasn't married, there was a younger brother underneath, there was an older brother, there was no money and no room, I was dead, my parents were sad For a while, with my brother and brother, they wouldn't be too slow. "

"Doctor Zhang, think about it this way, are you feeling better?"

Zhang Haixiang became more autistic, and he bumped against the wall at once:

"How can I die, my wife and I are both only children, my wife is not healthy, my daughter is so young, my mother is old, my dad also had a car accident, coughed on both sides in three days, and my father-in-law If I leave, what will these two people do? "

"The mortgage and car loan are not clear yet. My daughter has n’t gone to kindergarten. She likes to paint. We had discussed to wait for her to get older and send her to learn to paint. But now I ’m dead and my family is missing one. If she makes money, she can't learn it. "

Lad without house, car, wife, or child: "..."

He smiled dryly: "If you look at it like this, your death does not seem to be very good."

"But since this is already the case, there is no way to change it, you accept this reality."

Zhang Haixiang has closed himself to the wall.

"Well, Dr. Zhang, don't hit the wall, don't hit it!"

Zhang Haixiang shook him away and took his hand: "Don't stop me, I'm a ghost anyway, it doesn't hurt to hit the wall, let me hit the wall to calm down."

Suddenly he felt wrong, bumped his head back blankly, reached out and touched a big swollen bag.

Zhang Haixiang: "..."

Lad: "I wanted to say just now, although it is a ghost, but we can meet everyone except we can't meet people. Of course, it will hurt to hit the wall, but it will not die, oh no, it should be said , But because he is dead, he will not die again. "

Zhang Haixiang: "..."

The young man patted his shoulder: "That's why we came to you for healing. You are a ghost doctor. The wounds you have treated will heal quickly, and you can go to the prefecture if you don't hurt. It ’s better to dissipate the dead. ”

Zhang Haixiang: "..."

He just listened to the ghost doctor and thought it was a doctor who turned into a ghost. It turned out to be this ghost doctor.

With the big bulge on his forehead, he looked up at the guy in front of him:

"If you keep hurting, can't you go to the local government?"

"No, I want to leave long ago, but I've been hurting, so I can't leave."

Zhang Haixiang looked at his wife who was anxiously waiting at the door of the operating room, and his daughter who had been looking at him, gritted his teeth, turned his head and continued to bump against the wall.

"Well, Dr. Zhang, what are you doing ?!"

Zhang Haixiang slammed into the wall, biting his teeth with pain; "I won't go to the prefecture! I will stay here to guard my family."

Lad: "Wait a minute, Doctor Zhang, calm down, don't be impatient!"

Zhang Haixiang continued to crash against the wall:

"I'm not impulsive. I think very clearly. I can't go. I have to accompany them. It hurts. Manly husband, what kind of pain is it! Don't stop me, I must stay!

Lad: "No, I want to say that you are a ghost doctor. You have merit, even if you are injured, you will go directly to the prefecture."

Zhang Haixiang, who hit the wall: "..."

He stopped and turned to look at the young man: "Can this merit be given away? Will it work for you?"

"Merit is a good thing. How can you give it to me? With merit, you will definitely be able to cast a good tire in your next life."

Zhang Haixiang touched the bag on his forehead and turned blankly, leaning against the wall, his eyes always fell on his wife and daughter.

"Does the next life have anything to do with this life?"

"When I was young, I was weak and always sick. It was my parents who didn't look after me every night and carefully raised me. My wife and I only got married after eight years of running. Our daughters, Well, I haven't done my duty as a dad, I'm busy with work, and I don't have time to play with her. "

Talking, he looked at the little girl who didn't know his father was in danger. She was chasing the sun on the ground, and there was no haze on her face.

Looking at it, Zhang Haixiang also laughed:

"My girl is very good, and I never blame my father for not playing with her. When I return home from work, I rarely open the door and she yells for my dad to come over. She will follow me when I do anything. same."

Laughed and laughed, and wept.

"She is so young, she doesn't understand anything, she hasn't learned anything, how can I ... how can I leave her here, my wife is weak, how can she survive alone?"

Zhang Haixiang sucked his nose and wiped his tears: "Even if they can't see me, I will stay here, stay with them and watch my daughter grow up."

Shi Qing bit the almond, chewed for a few times, swallowed, and looked at Zhang Haixiang: "You have a good idea, but there is a problem."

"Ghosts have stayed in the world for a long time, and they will slowly forget what they have experienced before, then slowly forget who they are, and finally become a wandering soul.

"In the end, the wandering soul has only obsessions, but they can't tell whether they are the one who loves Jiji or the one who hates Jiji. You do n’t want to become a wandering soul and follow your family every day Let them be hurt unconsciously. "

Zhang Haixiang was even more painful.

His crying nose was full of tears, and he turned his head, his face against the wall, and continued to cry silently.

The young man was next to him, sighed, and patted his shoulder: "Doctor Zhang, grief."

"In fact, you are so lucky to have gone this way. You see so many people in this hospital. I don't know how many ghosts are staying here because of injuries. There are too few ghost doctors like this. Generally, ghost doctors stay up to one day and are sent by ghosts Taken it, their end, it is estimated that either the soul is flying away or it becomes a wandering soul. "

"Think about it that much better?"

Zhang Haixiang wiped his tears and looked in the direction of his wife and daughter, touching his own hair that was much less than his peers, crying like a child.

"Is there really no alternative? Do I have to go?"

Shi Qing twisted her body, turned her direction, and lay on Meng Qing's leg: "According to common sense, you have to go if you have reached the end of your life."

Meng Qing turned her head to see Zhang Haixiang, and the demon king grabbed his hand and let him turn back to see himself.

"You always look at what others see, I am your lover, look at me."

As he said, he opened his mouth; "Ah."

The young Daochang blushed, enduring the shame that someone saw, and continued to feed Shiqing Almond.

Before he feeds, he will stretch out his palm and choose.

Large, plump, and good-looking almonds for Shichi.

Small, unpleasant food for yourself.

The young man looked at the two enviously and sighed, "Why do I still have to see Ren Xiu's love when I die, alas, I hope I can be a single dog in my next life."

Then, he patted Zhang Haixiang's shoulder:

"It's okay, Dr. Zhang, don't comfort me, I'll be better with you and me."

Zhang Haixiang also looked at them with grief.

"So is my wife and I at home."

Lad: "..."

He wondered how to eat dog food every day when he was a man.

As a ghost, I can still eat double servings.

As I was thinking about it, I saw Zhang Haixiang get up and head over to Shiqing.

He hurriedly grabbed Zhang Haixiang's hand, didn't hold it a step slower, and whispered quickly: "Doctor Zhang, don't go, that's two bullish figures, waving our hands can make us dead.

Zhang Haixiang didn't listen to him, still touching the swollen forehead and went to the two of them.

He bowed first and then asked, "Two sirs, you said you took my ride to the local government. Then, do you know when I will die?"

Shi Qing rubbed his head with Meng Qing: "Tell him."

Meng Qing obediently stretched out her hand, and raised her eyes a few seconds later: "Noon 12.35: 07."

"You have three hours."

Shi Qing waved his hand, and there was an oversized clock immediately on the wall, which was clicking and moving.

"If you don't do anything, hurry up."

Zhang Haixiang looked at the clock that symbolized the countdown of his life, wiped his tears, and bowed again:

"thank you all."

He returned to the young man: "Don't you say that the hospital has a lot of ghost wounds and can't leave? Let them come over and I will heal them."

"what?"

The boy was stunned: "Now? But a lot of scums, ghost doctors also need energy to treat, you will be very tired."

"Tired, tired, who makes me a doctor."

Zhang Haixiang wiped away his tears and straightened his waist: "I can be exhausted when I'm alive, but now I'm dead. I can't be exhausted again."

"I ca n’t stay anyway, it ’s better to do good deeds, just hope, hope ..." He cried again in his voice: "I do n’t want any good babies. I do more good deeds and hope that the good news will come to my house People. "

Lad: "It doesn't seem to work, the merit is yours, only you can use it."

"No matter who made me a doctor."

"Well, you're not too tired."

He ran to the window, leaned his head, and shouted at the bottom:

"Hey! Bottom !!! Ghost doctor is on the top floor! Come and heal soon! Only three hours !!!"

After he shouted, he sat next to Zhang Haixiang again. Zhang Haixiang looked at the empty corridor; "No ghost."

"All are catching up."

The young man poked out his neck and pointed at it: "There are too many ghosts that can't walk in the hospital, and you are the soul of Dr. Zhang, many ghosts don't recognize you, otherwise I won't look for you for so long."

Zhang Haixiang also looked down: "A lot? I didn't notice, I don't know how much ..."

His words fell into his throat.

In the stairwell, a group of ghosts from Wuyang came up. The crowded water was leaking, and each eye was full of the desire to live.

"Is it a ghost doctor!"

"Really a ghost doctor!"

"Woohoo is great. I don't think my mind is very good lately. I thought I was going to become a soul."

"Well, isn't this Dr. Zhang! Do you remember me, Dr. Zhang, I, that one year ago, you treated me with a leg, but I was really unlucky. I had a car accident half a year ago, and hung up when I entered the hospital. . "

"Doctor Zhang and we are also in a relationship, you treat me first!"

"Go and go in line. I came first, Master Ghost Doctor. I didn't expect you to be so young. I thought Ghost Doctor was an old man. I found it many times."

Zhang Haixiang looked at the ghostly sea in front of him: "..."

The hospital, so many ghosts ...

These ghosts couldn't be crowded, but they all avoided Shi Qing and Meng Qing by tacit understanding.

Shi Qing didn't move, just sipped her throat: "Doctor, you don't have to treat as if you were alive, just pinch with your hands."

"Pinch?"

Zhang Haixiang tentatively squeezed the neck of the first ghost who came to heal the wound, and as soon as he squeezed, the blood stopped flowing.

It was just the first time I got started, I accidentally pinched a sharp point out.

Zhang Haixiang: "..."

"I'm sorry, I'll press you again."

"it's okay no problem."

This ghost covered his neck and ran out: "Thank you, my mother, I ’ve been dead for twenty years, it ’s time to give birth. I met a ghost last time, and told me I would n’t rush anymore The next life's mother will give birth to a dead baby. "

"Master Ghost Doctor! I'll go to the Dead River to line up first, and we'll see you again, Master!"

"Ah, wait."

He came back again and gave Zhang Haixiang a bear hug: "Master, I know you're crying, give you a hug, don't cry."

After that, he ran away again.

Zhang Haixiang: "... It's a lively ghost."

For the next time, he seemed to be tireless and healed every wounded ghost.

Because this is not the same as ordinary treatment, the treatment is very fast, but always standing still, a bit tired.

The young man was cured long ago, and he was not in a hurry to reincarnate. He was watching while seeing Zhang Haixiang stop and rub his brows in a very tired state, and suggested, "Doctor Zhang, take a break, it is too expensive. Energy. "

Zhang Haixiang looked up at the ghosts in the line and tried to stand upright: "It's okay, while I'm still here, I'll quickly cure them all, otherwise I'll go and they'll wait again."

And it may become a wandering soul before the next ghost doctor arrives.

He just held the wounds to A Piao, and with a tired smile, he said to the guy on the side: "It's easier to manage ghosts than people."

"That's not it."

After the lad said, he stood up again and drank, "Well, lean in line and lean to the left. Don't look at his wife and daughter in front of the ghost doctor."

A group of ghosts stood to the left without their cover, and the mother and daughter who were waiting at the door fell into Zhang Haixiang's eyes.

He wanted to cry again.

I don't know how long the action of pinching the wound was repeated. The time passed by one minute and one second, and most of the ghosts queued up.

--Ding!

The elevator door opened.

The two old men walked over each other, holding each other.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, Zhang Haixiang watched them walk to the door of the operating room.

His wife greeted her, but tears fell before she could say.

"Dad, mom, you are here."

"Haixiang, is Haixiang in there? I listen, I heard Xiao Liu said, is it dangerous?"

Mother Zhang opened her mouth first, and saw her daughter-in-law crying, covering her mouth, and her tears were falling;

"Haixiang! How are you willing, Haixiang, your daughter is so young ..."

She couldn't see. Behind her, her son was crying while she was treating the patient.

"Doctor Zhang, your parents are here? Would you like to see them? It doesn't matter."

The A Piao he was governed by saw him like this and carefully consoled him: "You go and see, it's just like the old man."

Zhang Haixiang bowed his head whispered; "No, no, it's my filial piety. I asked them to send white hair to black people, and they couldn't see me when they went."

"Time is running out, let me hurry."

The clock on the wall is always on, and time passes by.

Finally at 12:43, there were no ghosts in the corridor.

They all healed and went to the Dead River to line up.

Shi Qing also got up and yawned, urging Zhang Haixiang, who was so tired, that he kept shaking: "Doctor, it's time to leave."

Zhang Haixiang looked up, looked at the clock, and looked at his loved ones. "Isn't there ten minutes?"

"Go early and be pleasantly surprised."

Shi Qing didn't look at the clock, pulled Meng Qing's hand, and looked at his wrist watch: "What's going on, isn't Ghost Chap going to work half an hour in advance? Where did he go?"

The guy who has been following Zhang Haixiang carefully showed a flattering smile: "I just saw a ghost."

"But he glanced at you both and ran away."

"Oh……"

Shi Qing nodded in understanding, and said to Meng Qing, "It is estimated that the ghost difference is an old one, and I have seen my uncle Yan."

"Forget it, we're on our way."

"Doctor, it's time to go. What else do you want to say?"

Zhang Haixiang looked at the lighted operating room, and his loved ones waiting outside, looking down at his shaking hands.

"I should be a good doctor."

"I want to recite a paragraph."

Shi Qing leaned on Meng Qing: "You back."

The doctor stood there, looking at his family from afar:

"Health depends on life.

As I step into the sacred medical school, I solemnly swear:

I am willing to dedicate myself to medicine, love the motherland, be loyal to the people, abide by medical ethics, respect teachers and discipline, study hard, tirelessly, keep improving, and develop in an all-round way.

I am determined to do my utmost to eliminate human suffering, help perfect health, and maintain the holiness and honor of medicine. Rescuing the dead and helping the wounded, spares no pains, persists in pursuit, and strives for the development of social medical and health undertakings and human physical and mental health for life! "

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On the dead river, countless A Piao are lining up.

Guichai is maintaining order: "Men left and right, men left and right, **** standing in the middle."

"Turn right when time is up and go to the rush. Do n’t worry, just wait. Do n’t cut the line, do n’t squeeze, do n’t rush into reincarnation. Reincarnation depends on fate, not on the line in front of you. Go to the river. "

There is a ghost who pushed the car passing by:

"Peanut seeds watermelon."

"Cola milk tea coffee."

"A cup costs only 100 million coins, and a cup costs only 100 million coins."

Zhang Haixiang watching this scene: "... isn't this the train station?"

"Almost, there are more and more young people dying now, and Pluto's old antiques will also keep up with the times."

The A Piao people were standing in line. When they saw Zhang Haixiang, their eyes were bright.

"Master Ghost Doctor, you are here too, so fast."

"My lord, you are in a hurry. We are in a hurry. We will move forward."

Meng Qing came to Dead River for the first time, eyes bright, looking at this beautiful scene.

"So lovely."

He felt the soft palm of the devil in his hand, and suddenly felt that his heart was beating fast.

"Shi Qing ..."

The young Taoist couldn't help but screamed, turning his head, but he shivered.

The devil is putting a donation box on the ground with a few big words on it:

Ghost doctor donation.

Meng Qing did not understand: "Shi Qing, what are you doing?"

"Do an exchange."

The devil raised his hand, a contract reached the palm of his hand, and then raised his hand again, this contract fluttered to the ghost doctor.

"Ghost doctor, merit me, I will bring you back to life."

Zhang Haixiang opened his eyes wide and nodded, "Well! OK!"

"OK, sign."

He quickly shook his hands, picked up his pen, and signed messy handwriting on it.

Shi Qing retracted the contract and looked at the doctor's signature with satisfaction.

"I can bring you back to life, but how old you can continue to live depends on how much the patient you rescued is willing to give you."

He cleared his throat: "Here, the ghost doctor has raised his life, and don't hear the donations that he has saved."

Zhang Haixiang was nervously aside.

He looked at the blank grimaces, cheering himself up in his heart. It didn't matter, one day or two days, as long as he was allowed to go back and spend more time with his family, it would be fine.

That guy took the lead; "I, one year, I'm sorry, Dr. Zhang, although I say that my next life is a bit far away, but that is me, and I will only donate it for one year."

Zhang Haixiang couldn't say anything, nodded his head.

"That's more than one year, more than enough, thank you!"

Another ghost stepped forward: "It's been a year for me, Dr. Zhang. If it weren't for you, I would have to wait again, thank you."

"I was half a year, sorry for the doctor, I went to ask just now, the ghost said that I can only live forty years in my next life, so I will donate less."

"I can live to ninety, doctor, give you two years!"

"One day, Dr. Whoo, I will die in my next life, and you will be divided into two days."

Zhang Haixiang has been thanking him. If a ghost comes, just say thank you.

Almost every ghost told him:

"I should thank you. If it weren't for the doctor, where would I have a chance."

How many ghosts are there in a hospital?

Shi Qing came to the donation box.

"Enough, donating a doctor will make you an old goblin."

Zhang Haixiang no longer knew what to say, he could only keep bowing.

"Thank you, thank you."

Meng Qing stood on the side like this, and when she said that she was the big demon, Shi Qing shook the donation box and took out her life and put it on Zhang Haixiang.

His eyes gradually softened.

On the Dead River, scattered light is everywhere, even more beautiful than Xinghe.

The young Taoist walked over and gently held the devil's hand.

Shi Qing turned to look at him: "What?"

Meng Qing blushed and screamed softly, "The devil."

The contractual force came into effect, and he stepped forward and dropped a dragonfly kiss on the white face of the demon king.

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"Dr. Zhang is not in danger for the time being, and his vital signs are very stable. It is only a matter of time to wake up, sister-in-law, please be patient."

Zhang Haixiang slowly listened to his colleague's words and opened his eyes slowly.

He looked at the ceiling for a long time before he shouted: "Er ..."

The wife ran over almost immediately and rushed to the bed: "Haixiang, you scared me to death !!!"

"No, never again ..."

Zhang Haixiang moved his finger in pain, fell on his wife's hair, and comforted her softly: "We are going to live together until we are 85 years old."

"What nonsense you say."

The wife calmed down, stood up with tears, and touched her husband's face lightly.

"Look at you, you've lost so much."

"Well? Why is your head swollen? Didn't you get out of the operating room before?"

Zhang Haixiang tried to reach out his hand and touched the swollen forehead, and smiled: "It's okay, it hurts so well."

"Sleeping confused, it hurts okay."

Zhang Haixiang recovered faster than everyone thought. On the third day, he was able to walk around the building with the help of his wife.

Today I came to the obstetrics and gynecology department. He has a brother here and Zhang Haixiang waits for him to get off work.

Sitting and sitting, I suddenly heard the loud cry of a child.

The door of a ward opened, and the parents came out with their children and whispered: "Ancestral, don't cry, you were born three days ago, how can you cry like this?"

A mother-in-law's family in the corridor curiously passed over, "Oh, what's the matter with this child's neck?"

"That's how it was born. The doctor said it's okay. It's just a little more meat. It will be fine if you grow up. It will not affect if you don't remove it."

Zhang Haixiang slowly walked over and looked at the child who was crying in his grandmother's arms. A small bump was raised on his neck.

He reached out and said to his parents, "Let me hug, I will coax the child."

The parents didn't take it seriously and carefully passed the grandson over.

Zhang Haixiang carefully hugged the baby and slowly wandered:

"Give you a hug, don't cry."

The baby looked at him with black eyes and pouted.

He didn't understand anything at the moment, couldn't speak, and couldn't understand, but looking at the gentle smiling doctor in front of him, he felt inexplicably comfortable.

Pout, pout again.

I really don't cry.