C136 Genius female doctor 1

I've never seen anyone wear a white uniform like this — not one of those old, wrinkled, yellowed doctor's overalls you see in hospitals — no, no, no, no, no, very, very neat, very beautiful.

Especially the way she stood, her figure was as straight as a tall, silent birdsong forest. The heron standing alone on the cliff.

No, no, no, he had never seen a woman stand so gracefully. That spirit.

It was the attitude of a man who had great confidence in himself, great enthusiasm for the world, and a very sincere life. It was difficult for ordinary women to have such an attitude.

Her hair was black and her clothes were snow-white.

Qu Cunzi suddenly found it hard to breathe.

He closed his eyes, as if he was still in a dream, countless times, as if in a trance, that figure was faintly discernible. When he opened his eyes again, the image had not disappeared — it was still standing there, quiet, with its pale, black hair sticking obediently to the back of his head. She didn't have the temperament of a professional woman. She had a bit of laziness. Her face was especially red. Faint. Even from that distance, he could still see it clearly.

But she didn't look at him.

When his gaze swept over them, it was inadvertent. His gaze did not fall upon them, just like any passer-by on the street.

Qu Cunzi suddenly felt very, very cold.

That year, it was also winter like this. He was just as cold.

However, he was not as cold as he was now. His limbs were a little numb.

At that moment, her phone rang.

She picked up her cell phone, said a few words with a faint smile on her face, and listened quietly. The call lasted for almost ten minutes, then she walked to a small car parked in front of the clinic and drove away.

Qu Cunzi's footsteps were very stiff, he did not know how he caught up.

No, no, no, she was not Li Xiaobao. Though her features, her face, her dark hair, her rosy cheeks... It was definitely Little Treasure.

In the past few years, he had never thought of her, never even dreamed of her.

It was only on those cold nights that he often put his arms around her. Every time he woke up, he would hug his pillow.

It was only on those cold nights that he faced the game chess alone, watching the jackals, tigers, and leopards attack from the top of the food chain one by one, and then devour the world to nothing.

He could not remember Li Xiaobao.

He had never missed her. He would not even dream of her.

He had already forgotten about her appearance, but with a single glance, he knew that she was definitely Little Treasure.

It was her. Yes.

Even if he turned into ashes, he wouldn't be wrong.

Even if he were to turn into dew, he wouldn't be wrong!

He definitely wouldn't recognize the wrong person.

Only, Li Xiaobao had never been so diligent before. Li Xiaobao would never dress so formally. Li Xiaobao would definitely not use her phone to call anyone.

Li Xiaobao was an illiterate person — — No, no, no, not this person.

Of course, that wasn't Little Treasure. Absolutely not.

He followed her. He didn't know what he was going to do.

He didn't even dare to approach it, for fear of coming closer. It was a blur: many times he had seen similar figures on the street, but every time he had run past, it had been an illusion. This time, he thought, it was no exception — our eyes often deceived us.