Xue Qing nodded slightly and motioned for Xiao Yao to take a seat: "Sit down and say a few words with me."
Xiao Yao's heart was in his throat, and he sat shyly aside. Xue Qing no longer held a grudge against him tonight, and he was grateful for this gentleness.
"Are you used to these days in the hospital?"
"Very good." If there was no medical clinic, Xiao Yao would really be homeless. No matter how miserable and tiring he was in this place, he would never leave.
"Do you still want revenge?"
"Yes." Xiao Yao lowered his head and responded softly. There is hope for living, and as long as he lives, he will take revenge. Every time he thinks of the tragic death of his family, a trace of anger will be aroused deep in his eyes.
"Have you ever thought that you can't take revenge on your own?"
"..." He won't give up. There's no way he can live in an ignoble existence due to the deep blood feud.
Xiao Yao mustered up his courage and finally said: "Master, it's so late, please go to bed early."
"Too much rest will only make a person fall down." Xue Qing is used to being busy. She feels her presence in treating patients and saving people. At the same time, she doesn't have that much time to think about things that she shouldn't miss.
"..." Xiao Yao sat on the wooden chair, his palms sweating.
"Four years ago, I made a mistake, but I didn't expect that four years later, I don't want to make the same mistake again and again." Xue Qing smiled at herself and looked at Xiao Yao.
I saw Xuanyuan Xu's figure.
"Ah?" Xiao Yao couldn't understand Xue Qing's words and looked confused.
Xue Qing looked at Xiao Yao with a look that was both familiar and unfamiliar, as if she was recalling a long time ago. Xiao Yao's face felt hot as Xue Qing stared at her.
"Xiao Yao, are you willing to let go of your hatred and learn medical skills to save people?" Xue Qing asked softly, with a bit of longing in her eyes, as if she was waiting for someone to turn around.
"I..." Xiao Yao didn't dare to answer, for fear of letting down Xue Qing's heart and soul. There was no way he would give up due to the blood feud and sworn hatred.
He didn't answer, but Xue Qing already knew what he meant, and so did Xuanyuan Xu four years ago. He turned around and walked away very decisively, walking further and further down the road of no return, and never stopped again.
"Master, I'm sorry." Xiao Yaoyao felt sorry for Xue Qing. Maybe if he let go of his hatred, he would have an easy life, but he would only be a waste for the rest of his life. He could not even take revenge on a waste who lived an ignoble existence.
"It's nothing, it's just that I see the shadow of an old friend in you." Xue Qing laughed at herself coldly.
"He must be a very important friend to the owner." Xiao Yao realized.
"So be it." Xue Qing's eyes were filled with sadness, and she turned her head to look out the window. After a long time, she gestured to Xiao Yao, "It's very late, you go back and rest."
Xiao Yao stood up, bowed respectfully to Xue Qing, turned around and was about to leave, when he heard Xue Qing ask again: "Can you find the things you lost?"
"..." Xiao Yao turned around and saw the loneliness in the deepest part of Xue Qing's eyes, and suddenly felt a tangle in his heart, "As long as you are determined to look for it, I believe I can find it back."
Xue Qing came to her senses. She was confused and asked such a question to a young man. He nodded slightly and Xiao Yao withdrew.
Xiao Yao left the room and closed the door. Today's host was too gentle and he couldn't get used to it.
She was no longer the vigorous and resolute owner he had seen on weekdays, but a woman with too much melancholy.
Xue Qing was still sitting in her seat, gently touching her left wrist with her right hand, muttering to herself, and sarcastically saying: "If you lose something, you can't get it back."