"Where's my chain? Where's my chain?" Haitang was so frightened that her face turned pale. In Haitang's heart, that thing was more precious than her own life, not because it was made of pure gold, but because it was precious to Haitang.
Her own meaning is very extraordinary. Haitang, wearing patient clothes, rushed to the doctor, grabbed the doctor's arm, and roared loudly: "Where is my chain? You stole my chain, give it back to me!"
"I...I didn't take it, I didn't take your chain, please let me go!" The intern doctor had just graduated from school. He had never seen such a battle before. He was so frightened that he actually tore with Haitang.
He stood up. Haitang held on to his arm and refused to let go. Her long black hair was messy. She cried loudly: "You stole my chain...Give it back to me. Xiaohu gave it to me."
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The two of them were arguing and even reached the outside of the ward, instantly attracting a large number of patients' family members and doctors to watch. Dr. Liu, who was in charge of the treatment, heard about the situation and hurried over from the office. However, under his efforts to mediate, the situation did not change.
Any improvement. In desperation, he had to call Director Zhang. Director Zhang was in a meeting. He had no time to pay attention to such things. He just said lightly: "Tell her that I got the chain. That thing."
It's not good to let her go, I kept it for her!"
"Yes!" Dr. Liu nodded quickly without saying a word.
When Haitang learned of the situation, she slumped on the ground. Everyone in the ward retreated. Dr. Liu received another message from Director Zhang that she must be guarded and not allowed to leave even half a step. Dr. Liu could only follow the instructions.
, As the saying goes, it is difficult for an upright official to deal with household chores. He is just a doctor, and his wife is still asking others to help with her work. Therefore, he is naturally obliged to do this. He told several intern doctors to look at Haitang carefully, then turned and left.
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The ward was empty, and Begonia was sitting on the ground in a daze. The Begonia, which was as bright as an iceberg, was now like a flower that was about to wither. Her face was haggard, and her beautiful pupils were slowly dilating. Black
Her hair was disheveled. Tears were constantly falling from her eyes.
"Xiaohu, I'm sorry for you!" Haitang sobbed. The token was a token of love given to her by Xiaohu. It had been with her for more than ten years. When she was alone and lonely, it allowed her to ease her inner longing.
Love is what gives me more expectations and happiness. Now, even if it has left me, what is the meaning of life?
