Chapter 3080

He is well suited to be a doctor.

Because when they pick up the scalpel, they will look better and give people a cold and bewitching desire for destruction.

Dye Bai has never liked her hands so much.

What she likes will be taken for herself, protected, hidden and destroyed. It is her treasure. No one can touch it except her.

Simple straight-line thinking, with a little abnormal morbid and paranoia.

Dyed white's single hand hung on her side, her fingertips moved slightly, her hands itched, and she thought absently for the first time.

Cut it off.

But if you can't get a brush or a scalpel, you can't draw for her or save people.

The hatchback is contradictory.

What fell on my ears was a clear and pleasant voice. Maybe it was ten miles of spring breeze and apricot flowers filled the branches. Only in that moment would it be particularly gentle: "look."

oh

It sounds good, too.

Dyed white came to such a conclusion.

She stared at her hands. After a while, she looked at the picture on the drawing board.

Paintings that she regarded as defective and dissatisfied with.

However, under the artistic and detailed description of holding a brush in both hands, it seems to have magic, endow the soul and give birth to nirvana.

Shi Qingci did not change the original painting, but added to the original foundation.

They created a new soul.

Shi Qingci stopped writing, looked at the new picture, looked at ranbai again, and Wendan asked, "is this OK?"

Ranbai stares at the painting and then at Shi Qingci. She straightens her eyes and says, "I like it."

With that kind of eyes, the young doctor slowly put down his brush and moved like water. He cherished all the painting tools and the two paintings: "that's good."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes, which seemed cold, as good-looking and indifferent as a deep pool, contained deep emotions, precipitated beautiful colors, rippled light and shadow, like a dangerous but sinking vortex at the end of the universe.

Shi Qingci hung his eyes and covered the danger in his eyes. He was a graceful childe with a temperament as gentle as jade.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

He said,

He has always been patient.

What he likes, likes and wants.

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

It is a silent, imperceptible, but close aggression.

…

Ranbai lives with Shi Qingci,

It's really comfortable and adaptive.

This person is so perfect that he can't pick out half of the wrong defects. He is like the gods in the nine heavens and the unattainable cold and bright moon in the night sky.

Perfect is not real.

Preciseness and self-discipline, nobility and gentleness were incisively and vividly interpreted by him.

Most of the communication between ranbai and Shiqing CI is in art, all kinds of art.

She has a special conversation with Shi Qingci.

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

It is rare to have a confidant in life,

Dyed white likes this feeling.

Feng Luo was tangled for a long time, but he couldn't help asking.

"Host... Well, you don't like Shi Qingci, do you?"

Calm down!!

may not!!

Absolutely not!!!

When ranbai heard this question for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, and then he easily and plainly responded. It doesn't matter: "I like it."

Seal off: "..."

Should I take it to save you.

"Host, you..." I couldn't like him. I held it for a long time and didn't know what to say. Finally, I could only think of such a sentence, but before it finished, I saw that the girl focused on holding the brush after calmly admitting, and half of the score was not affected.

Her eyes were calm, clear and silent.

There are no mood swings.

Shut down and be dumb.

Yes.

How it forgets, like is also divided into many types.

Love is not necessarily love.

Like is not love.

What she likes is not Shi Qingci, but the characteristics of Shi Qingci and the art that they can communicate in the same high degree of tacit understanding.

That's what she likes.

Not Shi Qingci.

These are two completely different meanings and cannot be generalized.

Feng Luo felt that he had just been silly, and he felt a little sad.

Oh.

Host, host.

You say you like to come and go rather than me.

How nice.

hhhc。

Another night,

It's already midnight. Shi Qingci always sleeps a little. Because of work, he will wake up at the first time even after hearing any sound at night,

He received a call from the hospital.

The other party finished in a hurry, in 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, then said a good word in a low voice, and directly hung up the phone. His white and exquisite face was as cold as ever, took out his clothes from the wardrobe and put them on.

Button the shirt button to the top one.

He looked down at the time on his watch.

half past eleven.

Then he went out of the bedroom and looked at the dyed white room. There was no light. He should have slept.

His movements were very light. He hardly made any noise from beginning to end. He left home and drove all the way to the hospital.

Just got to the hospital,

The nurse saw the noble figure with sharp eyes, hurried up and reported the current patient's situation quickly: "the patient is a teenager. There was a car accident, yes..."

While walking, I listened to the nurse's words.

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

The young doctor nodded slightly and walked through the corridor of the hospital. It was clearly midnight. The lights of the hospital were bright, and the light and shadow fell on him like gauze. There was no half temperature, and his clear voice fell slowly: "prepare for the operation immediately."

"OK."

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

A long operation was performed.

Probably the only surprise during the main knife was that although he didn't know the injured person, he had heard of and seen him.

The only son of the Jiang family.

Jiang Yuyan.

It's also panda blood.

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

He hung his eyes indifferently and looked at the slender teenager lying on the operating table with a pale face and unknown life and death. The bottom of his heart flashed the idea without any fluctuation. He always calmly and calmly took the scalpel for surgery.

In the heavy and depressed operating room, the young doctor covered his face with sterile surgical clothes and medical mask. Occasionally, his thin lips opened gently, and the sound line was cold and introverted. It was particularly clear and pleasant to hear. It was as clear as ice and snow, and silently extinguished all anxiety, which was reassuring and convincing.

A few hours later,

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