With the departure of president he, the students were boiling with joy.

But under the pressure of teachers, these emotions come and go quickly, and there are only a few circles of ripples left in an instant.

After the evening self-study, several girls went back to their bedroom together.

"Xiao Yun, why didn't you go and have a look? There's a little brother. He's so handsome!" A girl is still in love with Su Yun's beauty, and she shares all this with her best friend with stars in her eyes.

"I saw it. It's good." The girl named Xiaoyun said softly.

"Don't study all the time. You're a nerd."

"No, I just want to find him and watch him quietly for a few minutes." Xiao Yun said seriously, "don't watch it with you."

"So you are the most crazy!"

Several girls laughed all the way back to the bedroom.

After washing and putting out the light, Xiaoyun lies in the quilt and buries her head to block the light of the mobile phone so as not to be found by the teacher checking her bedroom.

The picture downloaded from the data of the doctor Junlang from 912 is well preserved in the mobile phone storage. Xiaoyun looks at it with love after adjusting it.

What she saw was a photo handed in by Su Yun when he came to Haicheng, an ordinary ID photo, with a blue background.

But no matter how ordinary, as long as the people above are handsome enough. It seems that the light in the quilt is not emitted from the mobile phone screen, but from the person in the ID photo.

It's a doctor. It's better to apply for medical college when you take the college entrance examination. But 912 seems to be a military doctor. It is said that doctors have to go to affiliated schools when they practice.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyun began to look up which school to apply for in order to go to 912 for clinical practice.

Or... It seems that he is already a professor. Such a young professor is really great. But I'm already a professor. I should be able to take graduate students.

After a random search for an hour or two, her eyes are full of small stars. Xiaoyun still doesn't feel tired.

It's really a handsome little brother, especially the bad smile, which makes people's heart beat faster and faster.

In this way, the mobile phone fell on the chest, very hot. I don't know whether the skin is red and hot or the mobile phone has been hot for too long. Xiaoyun unconsciously falls asleep.

These days, missing has become a driving force. It seems that it is not easy to be admitted to Military Medical University. Xiaoyun burst out with unparalleled enthusiasm and devoted herself to learning.

But God is like a joke. Xiao Yun, who is full of enthusiasm for life, plans his route in ten years, and is ready to go on unswervingly, soon came into contact with some kind of malice.

While taking a bath, she accidentally felt a induration on her right abdominal wall.

Xiaoyun doesn't have much fat on the abdominal wall, so the induration feels clearer. It doesn't hurt, but it's hard

Standing under the shower, Xiaoyun was stunned. Is this a tumor? She is already a high school student. She is 3 or 4 years older than the students in grade two of food poisoning. She usually listens to her parents' chat and browse the Internet more or less, and will also be exposed to some knowledge about tumor fragments.

Young girl... Tumor... Radiotherapy and chemotherapy... Her hair was shaved

This series of words appeared in Xiaoyun's mind. This is a plot often appeared in ancient Korean dramas. She was stunned and thought about all this.

I just made a ten-year work plan. How did it end at the beginning?

She can't explain this problem. In Xiaoyun's outline and planning, she should be a senior three or five-year undergraduate, and she can become Professor Su's graduate student in six and a half years.

At that time, we will get along day and night and watch as long as we want.

But he had a tumor... The news was like a bolt from the blue, which made Xiaoyun stand under the shower and cry.

When she was tired of crying, she wiped away her tears.

The younger the age, the higher the malignant degree of the tumor. I'm afraid I can't do it myself. Xiaoyun deeply knows this. What she has to face must be endless surgery, radiotherapy and chemotherapy. When people are ugly, how can she see the handsome Professor Su.

Go now! Be sure to show him your most sunny, gentle and lovely side! Even if it's just the last side.

This idea rises from the bottom of my heart, and it is no longer difficult to contain.

Xiaoyun tries to keep her mood steady. Makeup is not allowed in school. She can only touch cosmetics during the holidays. But it doesn't matter. It's natural to carve. This is the advantage of a girl full of youth.

"Da Lei, I'm going to the hospital on leave." Xiaoyun said calmly after taking a bath.

"It seems that parents have to lead." Big Lei asked suspiciously, "what's the matter with you?"

"I have a tumor. Touch it."

“……”

"Don't tell my parents or the teacher first. I'll go out over the wall. Just tell the teacher for me."

"The teacher will not give false..."

"I'm dying. I'm not afraid." Xiaoyun reluctantly smiled and whispered firmly.

The classmate advised her for a long time, but nothing could stop Xiaoyun from 912 looking at the idea of the handsome little brother.

Life is really full of regrets. Even if you are young and frivolous, you have to summon up courage. There have been many regrets. This matter must not leave any regrets.

Sneaking out of school, Xiaoyun goes to 912 by bus.

According to the picture of the doctor on the 912 official website, the doctor's surname is Su, which should be the intervention department. Xiaoyun doesn't know what the intervention is. She also read the introduction of the Nobel Prize, but she doesn't know what the hell tips surgery is.

She hid her sadness in the bottom of her heart, and her face showed a bright smile like a fresh flower.

We must leave the best side in the heart of our little brother. We must not cry!

When she came to 912, she saw a sea of patients and their families. Xiaoyun was confused. But her faith was firm. She asked all the way sweetly, and finally found the intervention department in the grand 912 inpatient department half an hour later.

It was already more than 3 p.m. at this time. The patient's family members walked around in the corridor of the Department, the doctors in white clothes and the nurses walked around. Is this where my little brother works?

If you don't get sick, will you be so busy walking around in a few years.

At the thought of illness, Xiaoyun was sad from her heart. Tears swirled in her eyes, and then fell drop by drop.

She doesn't want to cry. She just wants to find the little brother and tell him that she is ill and can't be his student in the future

But the sadness couldn't help but burst into tears.

Xiaoyun squats on the ground unconsciously, buries her head in her legs, and is silent and sad.

"Whose family are you? Why are you crying outside?" A simple and honest voice came.

"Boss, you are too nosy." Then another "familiar" voice fell into my ears, like a Lun sound.