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"Alright." Liu Yang immediately replied.

Gu Jiaru then fell into a coma, and when she woke up again, all she saw were the pure white walls, and Liu Yang, who was at the side of the sickbed with red eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" After Liu Yang saw that she had woken up, he said worriedly, "How could it suddenly be acute appendicitis? If I didn't run into it today, would you know how dangerous it would be?"

"We just happened to bump into each other?" It was very clear that the main concern of Gu Jiaru was not her own illness. The pain from the operation had already dissipated, but thinking back to last night, she felt a chill down her spine.

So she looked at Liu Yang coldly: "Are you sure it's a coincidence? If I wasn't sick today, how long would you be following me around? "

"You're thinking too much." Liu Yang turned his head and prepared to get up.

Gu Jiaru chuckled. "You still don't know how to lie. Liu Yang, I really don't understand what you're thinking. Is it that interesting to follow me? How many years have you been following me?

"You're thinking too much!" Liu Yang raised his voice when he said this, as though he was a bit angry.

"Am I overthinking it?" Gu Jiaru felt that she was unwilling to let go, but she did not intend to let go of Liu Yang.

She looked coldly into Liu Yang's eyes, and continued: "You saved me, and I am very grateful, so consider it as me owing you a huge favor. "But I ask you to stop interfering with my life in the future, okay?"

The anger in Gu Jiaru's words was a little more than what she had imagined, and when she said it, the emotions seemed to have infected Liu Yang, causing his eyes to turn colder, until he finally opened his mouth four minutes later, "If you want me to not interfere in your life, then you need to live a good life."

"You don't need to worry about me." Gu Jiaru turned her head, and felt an uncomfortable feeling in her lower abdomen, so she secretly held her down.

Liu Yang laughed sarcastically: "With your looks, I don't care, but can you do it?"

"I said you don't need to care." Gu Jiaru raised her voice.

"Impossible." Liu Yang took out a cigarette pack and a lighter from his pocket. He was about to leave when Gu Jiaru suddenly stopped him and looked at him angrily: "Where's my phone?"

She was referring to the old mobile phone that Liu Yang had taken away.

Liu Yang said casually, "I've already thrown it away. "Whose contact information do you need, I can recite it for you."

"How can you act on your own?" Gu Jiaru was furious, she got up and moved, but she almost touched the blade.

His eyes became sharper. "Do you think I'm the one who's making the decision, or are you the one who's never relieved?"

"What's wrong with me? "Please, you are not my biological brother, where do you have so much responsibility for me?" At this time, Gu Jiaru already had the intention to not say anything, and only wanted to vent out the anger in her heart.

"Whatever." Liu Yang continued to walk outside.

"Stop!" Gu Jiaru called out to him, but it was only at this moment that he stopped and did not turn around.

"No need to stay here with me, you can leave." After Gu Jiaru said this, he bit her lower lip.

She didn't want to know what kind of strange relationship existed between Liu Yang and Liu Yang, and she also didn't want her life to be led by others. She just wanted to follow her emotions and act accordingly.

Looking from behind, one could see that Liu Yang had clenched his fists. Although he did not know what kind of expression was in the depths of his eyes, but he could somehow determine his pain.

Gu Jiaru endured the helplessness in her heart and did not plan to watch anymore.

After a while, Liu Yang only said, "Throw me off. Don't even think about it."

"Can you not be so conceited?" Gu Jiaru was about to go crazy, she had never known what it was like to be free. From a young age, she had monitored and controlled everything she did, and she felt that she was not living to the point of being a real person.

But Liu Yang and Xia Fengnan, on the other hand, took all of this as a matter of course, and they were too lazy to even mention the word "love".

"Alright, alright. Why are you making such a ruckus in the middle of the night?" Hearing Gu Jiaru's voice, the attending physician could not help but walk in, "Those who do not know might think that they have met their enemies."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to push his gold-rimmed glasses and said in a gentle voice, "It's time to take your temperature."

This must be what Spring Breeze felt. But Gu Jiaru was not in the mood to think about it too much.

"You can leave first." The doctor glanced at the cigarette box in Liu Yang's hands, and then looked at Gu Jiaru who was pursing her lips without saying a word, and said softly.

Liu Yang hesitated but he did not move.

Seeing this, the doctor smiled, "You aren't afraid that I will harm this little sister, are you? Don't forget, her life was in my hands just now in the operation room. "

The way he joked was also warm.

"Sorry for the trouble." Liu Yang coldly said as he closed the door and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Only then did Gu Jiaru truly turn around and look directly at the main doctor – the doctor's skin which was whiter than a woman's, his thin lips parted, and his gold-rimmed glasses gave him an even more literary air. He was too young to be able to imagine that this was the person who had just used a knife on him.

At this moment, he suddenly smiled, "Finally able to make a beautiful woman look straight at me, it's really not easy."

"How long will it take?" Gu Jiaru was upset by Liu Yang, she did not have any intention to joke around, she only opened her mouth slightly, and her voice was a little weak.

"Five minutes," the doctor said, walking around to the window and pulling the curtains shut.

Although this kind of action didn't have any effect at night, he continued to speak as if he was trying to find words to say in order to delay the right time: "Was that person your boyfriend? It's nice to be able to bring you here in time for the attack at night. "

These words made Gu Jiaru a little fidgety. This doctor was really gossipy to the point of death.

She didn't answer.

"Here, take the needle." The doctor didn't blame him. He waved the medicine in his hand as if he was showing off some precious delicacy.

While binding the tourniquet, the doctor's cold fingers accidentally touched Gu Jiaru's white skin.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, "I don't know if our doctor is that idle, but I don't think there's anyone else who would have such a cold hand like mine."

At such a close distance, Gu Jiaru raised her eyes to look at his work token. "Jiang Qingan."

"I've also learned some psychology, do you want to talk about it?" The moment the needle went in, Jiang Qingan sat on the bamboo chair and smiled gently at Gu Jiaru.

Although the depression in Gu Jiaru's heart did not dissipate at all, this was not something that she could complain to outsiders, so she only said: "I do not plan to see a therapist, thank you for your good intentions."

"Then I also have a duty to know the basic condition of the patient." Jiang Qingan looked at Gu Jiaru's face carefully, and the corner of her mouth raised into a smile.

Gu Jiaru didn't know what he was happy about, and she didn't want to know either.

"This is the first time I've met such a strange patient of yours." Jiang Qingan was even more interested. He could not think of what had actually happened, to be able to cause a woman in her early twenties to have her eyes filled with "experience".

"What an honor, it's also the first time I've met a doctor who's so long-winded like you." Gu Jiaru said in a muffled voice.

"If that's the case, then I must spend more energy to take care of you." Jiang Qingan raised his arm and touched Gu Jiaru's forehead with the back of her hand.

Gu Jiaru dodged back involuntarily, and as expected, she was mocked once again. "I've already touched you on the operation table, and when you're rolling on the ground in pain, I can't think of hiding."

Hearing that, Gu Jiaru glared at Jiang Qingan, thinking that this doctor didn't seem to be able to save anyone.

However, Jiang Qingan's next sentence revealed his professionalism: "Low fever, if I'm not mistaken, it should be at 37 8 degrees. But don't worry, it is normal for there to be some abnormal reactions a few days after surgery. Rest more and you'll be fine. If you want to be hospitalized, I won't refuse. "

After saying that, Jiang Qingan raised his eyebrows, as if being hospitalized was something very exciting.

"Your body temperature should have been measured already. You can take it out to verify." Jiang Qingan said proudly as he raised his hand to fiddle with the governor.

Gu Jiaru was not willing to go against her body. She wanted to take a look at the thermometer, but then she heard Jiang Qingan say: "If it's completely accurate, you have to promise me one thing."

"What?" Gu Jiaru's face showed caution.

"I'll tell you in a while, don't worry, it's not enough," Jiang Qingan paused, "If there's a 0.1 degree difference, just treat it as me being completely wrong."

Gu Jiaru suspiciously looked at Jiang Qingan, thinking that he was just joking around. After all, many experienced doctors couldn't rely on a single hand to accurately know the temperature. Otherwise, why would they need a thermometer?

"I'll take it as you agreeing." Jiang Qingan smiled widely.

She didn't argue. She took out the thermometer and looked at it, and a shocked expression appeared on her face.

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Qingan knew that he had guessed correctly, so he took out his phone from his pocket and said indifferently: "Here, give me your cell phone number."

"My phone is missing." Gu Jiaru spoke the truth.

"You're not going to tell me you don't have a cell phone number, are you?" Jiang Qingan had a helpless expression.

Gu Jiaru was not moved at all, and only calmly replied, "Yes … "No …"

"1870003837." At this time, Liu Yang's voice came from outside the door, he had reported Gu Jiaru's cell number to the public.

"OK." Jiang Qingan shook his phone, feeling extremely proud of himself.

At this moment, Gu Jiaru was not angry, but the eyes that were staring at Liu Yang were terrifyingly cold.

"Doctor Jiang, the patient in bed 402 has a condition." Jiang Qingan's pager began to ring, and he did not stay any longer either. He only gave Liu Yang a grateful look when they brushed shoulders, and understood that they were not lovers, "Thank you, brother."

Only after the door to the ward had been firmly closed did Gu Jiaru bear with her repressed anger, gritted her teeth and said: "Liu Yang, are you sick?"

"Nope." Liu Yang placed Gu Jiaru's old phone on the bed.