Chapter 3083 Rebirth: You Are My Heartbeat (35)

He is very fit to be a doctor.

Because such a pair of hands will look better when picking up the scalpel, and it will give people a cold and bewitching desire to destroy.

Ranbai has never liked a pair of hands so much.

The things she likes will be taken as her own, protected, kept private, and destroyed. They are her own treasures, and no one can touch them except her.

Simple and straightforward thinking in a straight line, but also a little abnormally sick and paranoid.

Ran Bai's hand was hanging by his side, his fingertips moved slightly, his hands were itchy, and he thought absently for the first time.

Just cut it off.

But if you do this, you can't hold a paintbrush, you can't hold a scalpel, you can't draw pictures for her, and you can't save lives.

Contradictions between the two sides.

What came to my ears was a clear and pleasant voice, maybe it was the ten-mile spring breeze, and the branches were full of apricot blossoms, which made me look extra gentle at that moment: "Look."

oh.

The sound is also nice.

Ranbai came to such a conclusion.

She stared at those hands, and after a while, she finally looked at the painting on the drawing board.

An unsatisfactory painting that she regards as defective.

But holding the paintbrush in both hands, under the artistic and meticulous outline of each stroke, it seems to have magic power, endow the soul, and rebirth in nirvana.

Shi Qing's Ci did not change the original painting, but only added branches and leaves on the original basis.

A new soul was created.

Shi Qingci stopped writing, looked at the brand new painting, looked at Ranbai again, and asked gently: "Is this okay?"

Ranbai stared at the painting, then stared at Shi Qingci, met those eyes straightly, and said, "I like it."

With that kind of gaze, vaguely hot, the young doctor put down the paintbrush slowly, moved like flowing water and put all the painting tools and the two paintings in order with special care: "That's good."

He squinted his eyes slightly, those beautiful and indifferent eyes that looked as cold as a deep pool contained deep emotions, with a beautiful color and luster, and light and shadow, like a dangerous but sinking vortex at the end of the universe, bewitching extreme.

Shi Qingci lowered his eyes, concealing the danger in them, and he had the gentle temperament of a gentleman like jade.

nice! You love it.

he said,

He has always been patient.

What he likes, what he likes, what he wants.

Even if you try your best, you won't let go.

is silent,

An imperceptible, yet approaching aggression.

…

Ranbai and Shiqing Ci live together,

It is indeed very comfortable and adaptable.

This person was so perfect that he couldn't pick out any flaws. He was like a god in the nine heavens, and also like the unattainable, cold and bright moon in the night sky.

Perfect is not like a real person.

Rigor and self-discipline, nobility and gentleness are vividly interpreted by him.

Most of the exchanges between Dyanbai and Shiqing Ci are in art, all kinds of art.

She has a special connection with Shi Qingci.

The exchange of the same level and the same idea is the most difficult to find.

A confidant is rare in life,

Ranbai likes this feeling.

Feng Luo struggled for a long time, but still couldn't help asking.

"The host...cough, you don't... like Shi Qingci, do you?"

Host, calm down! !

Can't! !

Absolutely not! ! !

The first time Ranbai heard this question, he was stunned for a moment, and then he answered very easily and flatly, "I like it."

Feng Luo: "..."

Host, should I take something to save you.

"Host, you..." I can't like him. Feng Luo held back for a long time, and didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only think of such a sentence, but before it was finished, he saw the girl calmly admitting, concentrating. Holding the paintbrush, half of it was not affected.

Her eyes are calm, clear and silent.

There are no mood swings.

Sealed dumb.

Yes.

How it forgets, there are many types of liking.

Like is not necessarily love.

Like is not love.

What she likes is not Shiqing Ci, but the characteristics shown by Shiqing Ci, and the art of tacit communication between them at the same height.

That's what she likes.

Rather than clear words.

These are two completely different meanings and cannot be generalized.

Feng Luo felt that he had just been stupid, and also felt a little indescribably sad.

well.

Host, host.

You said that you like to come and go, you might as well like me.

how nice.

hhhc.

another night

It was already midnight, and Shi Qingci had always had a shallow sleep, and because of work reasons, even in the middle of the night, he would wake up completely as soon as he heard any sound,

He got a call from the hospital.

The other party finished speaking hastily, with a worried and anxious tone.

The light of the mobile phone screen is particularly conspicuous in the dark bedroom.

Shi Qingci listened calmly and indifferently, and then said good in a low voice, then hung up the phone directly, with that fair and delicate face as cool as ever, he took out clothes from the closet and changed.

Button the shirt to the top button.

He glanced down at the time on his watch.

At half past eleven.

Then he walked out of the bedroom and glanced at the white-stained room. There was no light, so he must have fallen asleep.

His movements were very light, and he barely made any sound from the beginning to the end. He left the house and drove quickly all the way to the hospital.

Just arrived at the hospital,

Seeing the noble figure with sharp eyes, the nurse hurried up, and quickly reported the patient's condition: "The patient is a young man, and there was a car accident, it was..."

As Shi Qingci walked, he listened to the nurse's words calmly.

"Now all the examinations have been arranged. The patient lost a lot of blood. His blood type is very special. It is a rare panda blood. Fortunately, the blood bank of the hospital has this type of blood. Doctor, you came just in time."

The young doctor nodded slightly, and walked through the corridor of the hospital. It was clearly midnight, the hospital was brightly lit, and the light and shadow fell on his body like a tulle. There was no temperature at all, and the clear voice fell slowly: "Prepare for the operation immediately."

"good."

The patient suffered a tragic car accident and was seriously injured.

It was a long surgery.

Probably the only thing that Shi Qing didn't expect during the operation was that although he didn't know the injured person, he had heard of it and seen it.

The only son of the Jiang family.

Jiang Yuyan.

It turned out to be panda blood.

...the same rare blood type as dyed white.

He lowered his eyes indifferently, looking at the handsome, pale, slender young man lying on the operating table whose life and death were unknown, this thought flashed across his mind without any fluctuations, and he continued to hold the scalpel calmly and steadily to perform the operation.

In the heavy and oppressive operating room, the young doctor was wearing a sterile surgical gown and a medical mask, covering his handsome face. Occasionally, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was quiet and restrained. Silently extinguished all anxiety, which is reassuring and convincing.

A few hours pass by,

After the operation, Shi Qingci walked out of the operating room.