Reincarnated as a paranoid ex's little flirt

Yunxi did not expect such an answer.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that."

"It's okay." Boqing raised her face again, her expression has returned to indifference, "It's been so many years, I'm used to it."

There was no heavy emotion in his tone, but Yunxi still felt that he cared about this younger sister.

After all, since she has worn this dress, it is impossible to return it to the other party. The best way is to pay according to the price.

When taking off the label, Yunxi paid special attention to the price.

It can be seen from the label that this is a new model for this year.

Even though she is already a dead sister, she still buys new clothes for her every year. Does this seem like a habit?

Yunxi has also lost the past, and she understands that it will not help to talk about it at this time.

Folding the changed dress and putting it into the paper bag that was tenderly handed to her, Yunxi just smiled back at him and didn't say those irrelevant nonsense.

What is "sorrow and change", it is easy to say, how many people can really do it?

It is impossible for people who have never really lost it to understand that feeling.

The two left the fickle office together and went downstairs to the intensive care unit of the brain surgery.

Dean Wang and several neurosurgery doctors were there, so he simply introduced Yunxi to the doctors.

Everyone had obviously heard Dean Wang mention Yunxi, and knew that she had an unusual relationship with Bo Qing, so they were very respectful.

The attending doctor carefully explained the patient's condition to the two, and then handed over the CT scan to Bo Qing.

"We now suspect a cerebrovascular glioma..."

"wrong!"

Bo Qing, who was holding a CT scan, and Yun Xi, who was feeling his pulse, almost simultaneously denied his diagnosis.

"Then..." The attending doctor looked puzzled, "What do you two mean?"

The two looked at each other and told their results again.

"Syringomyelia!"

"Syringomyelia!"

Hearing the same result from the other party, both a man and a woman smiled.

"Syringomyelia?" The attending doctor seemed a little unsure, "But his symptoms don't quite match."

Yunxi withdrew her pulse-taking finger from the patient's wrist, took the CT film in Boqing's hand, and pointed to the location of the lesion.

"Because the position of the cavity in the patient is special, the impact on the nerves is not obvious, but there are some relatively superficial symptoms such as lethargy and vomiting, which look more like glioma compressing the nerves. This time the disease should be cervical cancer. A collision with the head will cause an emergency."

Boqing nodded in agreement, and added.

"His condition developed relatively quickly, which is also a relatively special personality, so you misdiagnosed him."

Several doctors kept nodding, and everyone showed admiration and expressions.

Everyone knows the ruthless medical skills.

Regarding Yun Xi who still looked like a college student, everyone didn't say anything, and they didn't agree much in their hearts.

After hearing her diagnosis just now, everyone was completely convinced.

"Prepare for surgery." His ruthless eyes fell on Yunxi's face, "Together?"

Yunxi nodded: "Of course!"

As a result, medical staff acted quickly to prepare patients for surgery.

Yunxi and Boqing came to the operating room together, still following the old rules, Boqing performed the operation herself, and Yunxi assisted.

Knowing that this operation is dangerous and complicated, Yunxi specially asked Dean Wang to help her call a bank for acupuncture and moxibustion.

After the running-in last time, the cooperation between the two has become more and more tacit.

Among them, the patient once experienced a drop in blood pressure, and Yunxi immediately received acupuncture stimulation, and the patient completed the operation without any risk.

After more than four hours, the patient's lesions were completely cleared.

The patient was sent back to the intensive care unit for postoperative observation, and Bo Qing took Yunxi back to the office.

The two discussed briefly, and after communicating with the patient's family, they decided to transfer the patient to the Department of Neurosurgery of the First Hospital, so that Yunxi could perform postoperative recovery and reconstruction for him.

After all, Hong Kong City is too far away from the imperial capital, and it is impossible for Yunxi to fly back and forth every day just for this one patient.

When Yunxi finished the first acupuncture treatment for the patient, Bo Qing also returned to the ward.

He had obviously just taken a shower, and a thin silver-gray windbreaker was worn over a black shirt, exuding the graceful demeanor of a jade tree.

Yunxi smelled the familiar fragrance on him, which was one of her two favorite Muye classic perfumes - Flame Under the Ice.

Among all her works, there are only two that Yunxi likes the most.

One is the "Flame Under the Ice" used by the ruthless, and the other is the "Wild Wild" that she tailored for Tang Si.

Yunxi curved her lips.

Classmate Bo, the taste is not bad.

After bidding farewell to the patient's family and the doctor, the two went downstairs again.

This time, Bo Qing drove the car himself, and the car should be his own - a silver-gray sports car.

Letting Yunxi to the passenger seat, Boqing went around the car and sat on the driver's seat, took out his mobile phone and showed her his QR code.

"Add a WeChat account to facilitate the patient's condition at any time."

WeChat can send patients' medical records or picture information such as CT, which is more convenient than calling.

Yunxi didn't think much, took out his phone and scanned the QR code to add him as a friend.

On the screen, there was a display of Boqing's WeChat name - Feiwoqingqing.

Next to him, seeing Yunxi's WeChat name on the screen, Bo Qing was slightly taken aback.

"Third brother's good baby is you?"

Hearing him read out his WeChat name, Yunxi blushed in embarrassment.

"That... you can make a note."

Uncompromising, he tapped the screen a few times with his fingers and stuffed the phone into his pocket.

When the car drove out of the hospital parking lot, Yunxi reported the name of the hotel where she stayed.

With a soft response, she turned the car to the right, and instead of sending her back to the hotel immediately, she took Yunxi to an alley in the old city and stopped.

Yunxi looked out of the car window, "This is..."

Boqing pushed the car door open, "I know you must be hungry after working all night. There is a morning tea shop here that serves authentic dim sum. I liked the breakfast at this shop the most when I was young."

Yunxi couldn't refuse the other party's kindness, so he got out of the car and walked into the alley with him.

Sure enough, not far away, a Hong Kong-style morning tea shop on the side of the road wafted out the tempting aroma of breakfast.

The two walked into the shop together, the small shop was clean and tidy.

Because the two came early, there were no customers in the shop yet.

Boqing ordered food in Cantonese very skillfully, and after a while, the owner brought a rich morning tea, and the table was filled with dishes.

"Is this... too much?"

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I ordered a few more and eat it while it's hot."

After working all night, she was really hungry, so Yunxi squeezed her chopsticks to eat.

Bo Qing sat across from her, but she just picked up her tea and sipped lightly.

Looking at Yun Xi who was eating across the way, what flashed in front of his eyes was his younger sister's face when he was young.

At that time, my sister always said.

When you grow up and make money, you must order all the dim sum in this shop and eat enough.

Now, he can buy this morning tea shop casually, but she will never eat dim sum here again.

The man's fingers holding the chopsticks tightened little by little.

The teacup between his fingers let out a painful groan and was about to shatter.