Driving quickly and slowly all the way, with Maomao's increasingly hoarse cries, the car drove to the hospital.
Looking at the time, Qingwu frowned and called the dean to arrange a doctor. Even if he, Ling Yansen, ordered it, it would probably have little effect. Then she could only go to the emergency room in a normal manner.
Ling Yansen looked around and looked back solemnly, "When the season changes, flu occurs frequently, so many people go to the emergency room at night..." After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand to Qingwu, "Give me the child, and I will take her there.
Queue up, and you can find a way to get a bed in the inpatient department."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingwu immediately felt that the little body in her arms was clinging to her tighter and tighter. She was stunned, and Maomao was also stunned. The older one looked at the man with a gloomy face in front of him like a monster.
Ling Yansen's hands in the air were a little stiff, his thick eyebrows were wrinkled, and his too slender and clean fingers shook. He seemed a little anxious, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? If you don't feel tired, just hold her in line and I'll get a bed."
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The voice was loud, but not cold. Ling Yansen couldn't harden his face due to the poor little fluttering big eyes.
Qingwu walked over and handed Maomao into his arms. The five-year-old body was like a marshmallow, and the small pink balls were floating in his broad arms like clouds. She probably had never held a child before, and his movements were rigid.
, his clumsy appearance made Qing Wu laugh and cry. She couldn't help but laugh. His face darkened and he scolded in a low voice, "Can you move faster? Women are trouble!"
Before Qingwu had time to refute, Maomao stuck out his little head, probably out of fear, wrinkled his face and sobbed softly, "Uncle, don't be cruel to mom..."
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Qingwu started running as soon as she left the emergency room. This hospital looked familiar, but she didn't take a closer look. She asked for directions and found out that the inpatient department was behind the outpatient department. She was so anxious that she didn't get the receipt, but she was given a benefit by the person who managed the beds.
The doctor reluctantly agreed to leave her a bed, and after the matter was settled, she returned along the original road, thinking about Maomao in her heart, and stepped into a puddle in despair.
There is a small garden between the outpatient department and the inpatient department. The moonlight is hazy, and there is no night light in the wisteria-covered corridor. I can only walk by the light diffracted from the windows of the buildings on both sides.
Qingwu struggled to take off her high heels and wiped off the water stains. When she was about to put them on, she heard a slight movement not far away from her. There was no one around at the moment. She felt a little creepy. She turned around suddenly and looked over, seeing the heavy mist.
There seemed to be a person standing beside the tall stone pillars.