C6

He's not as cold as he looks

Han Yao ran towards the elevator and anxiously paced back and forth. Her pale face was blushing because of her bashfulness.

Although Ah Xu was in a high-level ward, and the doctor who operated on him was the one who had the most authority in this area, Han Yao was still a little worried.

Han Yao was like a headless fly, scurrying in and almost bumping into the person inside.

She apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

There was only an old lady in her seventies in the elevator. Seeing Han Yao's haggard face, she grabbed at her skirt with her hands at a loss, drooping her eyes. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her slender fingers were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white.

The old lady gently caressed the white hair by her ear before asking amiably, "Miss, which floor are you going to?"

Han Yao then raised her head and said: "Ah, first floor."

The elevator was only at the 23rd floor, and there was no one going up or down from the center. However, Han Yao who was standing inside felt like he was sitting on a needle, feeling extremely anxious. The corner of his eye constantly glanced at the number of levels displayed.

"Lady, I see that you are very young and you are frowning. Let me tell you, my son, heart attack, lives upstairs. But look at me, this isn't going to be all right. Now that medicine has developed, we have to believe in doctors. "

Han Yao looked at the old granny who she had met by chance and listened to the comforting words that warmed her heart. The old lady had silver hair and her son had a heart attack. How sad for an old man. However, when she saw that the old lady's face was flushed and her complexion was pretty, she did not say anything.

The elevator door opened, and Han Yao looked at the number "1" on it before stepping out.

However, when he left, he did not forget to turn around and comfort the old lady, "Grandma, your son will definitely be fine."

"Thank you for your blessings."

The old granny giggled as she waved at Han Yao. Seeing the tears at the corner of her eyes, Han Yao's heart also felt sour. Who had come here without fear or worry? On the surface, they didn't seem to matter, but they were all forced to pretend to be calm and strong.

Stepping out of the hospital, a cold wind blew on his face. Han Yao shook her hair, took off the rubber band on her wrist and gently tied up her ponytail. She looked around and observed the entrance of the hospital. Other than a family selling Chaos snacks, almost all of them were pasta. She looked at the humble stalls and was troubled.

Such a simple and crude stall, would Nanfeng Haozhe despise it?

Gritting her teeth, she stomped her feet and walked towards Primal Chaos Shop.

There were a lot of people at Chaos store and the boss was very enthusiastic. She looked at the menu, ordered a plate of chicken soup in chaos, and then quietly stood at the door, praying continuously in her heart: The heavens must protect Ah Xu, must let him get better.

After waiting for around 10 minutes, Han Yao's forehead was covered with dense and dense sweat. Only then did the Lady Boss pass the box to her and apologetically said, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"I'm fine."

Han Yao gave her money and rushed back to the hospital with the box in hand.

"Here, I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought it at a stall across from the hospital. "If you don't like it, you can only buy it from somewhere further away …"

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the panting Han Yao. It was probably because she was running really fast that her forehead and nose were covered with small beads of perspiration. Her small face was half hidden by her long hair, and half dotted with a rosy blush. Looking at her nervous and worried expression, his mind couldn't help but replay the scene at the hotel that day …

Her rough coordination caused him to tremble slightly, and his sensitive snort caused a warm current to surge out from his lower abdomen.

He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose before digging into the inside pocket of his suit.

With a flick of his slender and pretty finger, a white handkerchief was placed on his palm. There was an unknown flower embroidered on the handkerchief. Although it was not obvious, one could still feel the fineness of the workmanship.

Nanfeng Haozhe held onto the corner of the embroidered flower, raised his head and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her nose.

The faint fragrance of cologne that lingered around Han Yao's nose from the handkerchief brought her into an illusory illusion. She tiptoed and raised her little head. She looked at the distinct outline of a man with deep eyes and a cold expression. She really wanted to reach out and grab that big hand …

Her white teeth gently bit her lips as she tried to control her emotions.

"Look at you, you're so far away and yet you're sweating."

While he was speaking reproachful words, his hands were gently wiping away his sweat.

The sexy voice pulled Han Yao back to her thoughts, she quickly dodged and said with a blushing face, "I, I'm fine."

Then, he handed over the lunchbox with both hands.

"Hurry up and eat. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

When Nanfeng Haozhe received the lunchbox, his distinct black and white eyes flashed with hostility, and his handsome face also returned to its usual indifference.

Han Yao rubbed her eyes, the gentleness just now was just an illusion.

After opening the chaos box, Nanfeng Haozhe sat down next to Han Yao. Holding the fast food box, he opened his lips and tried to bite on it.

In the past, he would never even touch a roadside stall like this. Even with a single glance, he would feel his hair standing on end, and feel disgusted.

However, today, smelling the light fragrance and looking at the expectant eyes of the young girl beside him, he actually wanted to give it a try.

"How is it? "Is it delicious?"

He softly replied with a word of "En", which could be considered as affirmation of her. When Han Yao heard this, she actually had a whole new level of respect for this leader. It turned out that the cold and heartless Great Leader was not as difficult as he seemed on the surface.

"Ding!"

The lights in the operation room were extinguished, and the doctor came out, exhausted. He took off his mask and heaved a long sigh of relief before walking towards Nanfeng Haozhe.

Nanfeng Haozhe immediately put down the lunchbox in his hands, got up, had a calm expression, and asked with profound eyes: "How is it?"

Han Yao also nervously stood up, she anxiously rubbed her hands together, her small eyes staring straight at the doctor, afraid that she would miss a single word he said.

"The operation was successful."

After the doctor finished speaking, Han Yao's face immediately revealed a happy smile.

She was so excited that she hugged Nanfeng Haozhe and shouted, "Ah Xu is fine, that's great, Ah Xu is fine."

After saying that, he realized that he seemed to have lost control and treated his superior as a big brother. Actually, these two just looked a bit similar. Their characters were not the slightest bit different. Why did she always recognize the wrong person?

Han Yao embarrassedly slapped her own forehead, looked at the doctor who was still standing at the side awkwardly, and apologized in a small voice: "Sorry, I was too excited."

The doctor adjusted the frame of his glasses and added, "Although the operation was successful, the condition of the child was not optimistic. "I'm afraid he only has a few months left …"