"It doesn't matter." Boqing raised her face again, her expression returned to indifference, "I've been used to it after so many years."
There was no heavy emotion in his tone, but Yunxi still felt that he cared about this sister.
After all, she has worn the clothes and cannot return them to him. The best way is to pay the price.
When he first took off the label, Yunxi paid special attention to the price.
You can tell from the label that this is this year's new model.
Even though she is already dead, she still buys new clothes for her every year. Doesn't this look like a habit?
Yunxi had also lost her past, and she knew very well that talking about it at this time would not help.
After folding the dress she had changed into and putting it into the paper bag handed to her ruthlessly, Yunxi just smiled back at him and did not say any insignificant nonsense.
"Sorrow and accept change" is easy to say, but how many people can actually do it?
It is impossible for people who have never truly lost to understand that kind of feeling.
The two of them left Bo Qing's office together and went downstairs to the intensive care unit of the brain surgery department.
Dean Wang and several brain surgery doctors were there, and Boqing simply introduced Yunxi to several doctors.
Everyone had obviously heard Dean Wang mention Yunxi and knew that she had an unusual relationship with Boqing, so they all behaved very respectfully.
The attending doctor explained the patient's condition to the two of them in detail, and handed the CT film to Bo Qing.
"We now suspect it is cerebral angioglioma..."
"wrong!"
Bo Qing, who was holding the CT film, and Yun Xi, who was checking his pulse, almost simultaneously rejected his diagnosis.
"Then..." The attending doctor looked confused, "What do you two mean?"
The two looked at each other and expressed their results again.
"Syringomyelia!"
"Syringomyelia!"
After hearing the same result from the other party, both the man and the woman smiled.
"Syringomyelia?" The attending doctor seemed a little unsure, "But his symptoms are not consistent."
Yunxi withdrew his pulse-sensing finger from the patient's wrist, took the CT scan from Boqing's hand, and pointed at the location of the lesion.
"Because the patient's cavity is in a special position, the impact on the nerves is not obvious. There are only some superficial signs of lethargy and vomiting, which look more like glioma compressing the nerves. This attack should be in the neck.
A collision with the head will cause an emergency."
Bo Qing nodded in agreement and added.
"His condition develops relatively quickly, and he has a special personality, so you misdiagnosed him."
Several doctors kept nodding, and everyone showed admiration and expression.
Everyone knows about the ruthless medical skills.
Regarding Yunxi, who still looked like a college student, no one said anything, and they didn't have much approval in their hearts.
Everyone was completely convinced when they heard her tell them these diagnoses just now.
"Preparing for the operation." A soft gaze fell on Yun Xi's face, "Together?"
Yunxi nodded: "Of course!"
As a result, the medical staff acted quickly to prepare the patient for surgery.
Yunxi and Boqing came to the operating room together. It was still the old rule, Boqing performed the surgery himself, and Yunxi assisted.
Knowing that this operation was dangerous and complicated, Yunxi asked Dean Wang to call her a set of acupuncture kits.
After the last run-in, the two have become more and more cooperative.
One of the patients experienced a drop in blood pressure, so Yunxi immediately administered acupuncture stimulation, and the patient completed the operation without any danger.
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 Boqing took Yunxi back to the office.
After a brief discussion and communication with the patient's family, the two decided to transfer the patient to the brain surgery department of the First Hospital to facilitate Yunxi's postoperative recovery and reconstruction.
After all, Hong Kong 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 patient's first acupuncture treatment, Boqing returned to the ward.
He had obviously just taken a shower. He was wearing a thin silver-gray trench coat over a black shirt, which showed off his graceful figure.
Yunxi smelled the familiar fragrance on his body, which was one of her two favorite Mu Ye classic perfumes - Flame Under the Ice.
Among all her works, Yunxi only has two favorites.
One is the "Flame Under the Ice" for Bo Qing, and the other is the "Si Ye" she tailor-made for Tang Si.
Yunxi curled her lips.
Classmate Bo, your taste is pretty good.
They said goodbye to the patient's family and the doctor, and went downstairs again.
This time it was Boqing who drove the car himself, and the car should be his own - a silver-gray sports car.
He let Yunxi sit in the passenger seat, walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat, took out his mobile phone and showed her his QR code.
“Add a WeChat ID so that you can check the patient’s condition at any time.”
WeChat can send patient medical records or picture information such as CT scans, which is more convenient than making a phone call.
Yunxi didn't think much, took out her phone and scanned the QR code to add him as a friend.
On the screen, Boqing's WeChat name - Feiwo Boqing was displayed.
Next to him, Bo Qing was slightly startled when he saw Yun Xi's WeChat name on the screen.
"Are you Third Brother's good baby?"
Hearing him read out her WeChat name, Yunxi blushed in embarrassment.
"Um...you can make a note."
Without comment, he tapped his fingers on the screen a few times and stuffed the phone into his pocket.
As the car drove out of the hospital parking lot, Yunxi reported the name of the hotel where she was staying.
Bo Qing responded softly, turned the car right, and did not take her back to the hotel immediately. Instead, he took Yunxi to an alley in the old city and stopped.
Yunxi looked out the car window, "This is..."
Bo Qing opened the door and said, "I know you must be hungry after working all night. There is a morning tea shop here with very authentic snacks. I liked the breakfast at this shop the most when I was a child."
Yunxi couldn't refuse the other party's kindness, so she had to get out of the car and walk into the alley with him.
Sure enough, not far away, there was a Hong Kong-style morning tea shop on the roadside, with the tempting aroma of breakfast wafting out.
The two of them walked into the store together. It was a small store that was neatly tidied up.
Because the two of them arrived early, there were not many customers in the store yet.
Bo Qing skillfully ordered food in Cantonese. In a moment, the owner of the shop brought out the rich morning tea and filled the table with plates.
"Is this... too much?"
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I ordered a few more things and eat them while they're hot."
After working all night, she was really hungry, so Yunxi used her chopsticks to eat.
Boqing sat across from him, but he just held up the tea and sipped it lightly.
Looking at Yun Xi who was eating opposite him, what flashed before his eyes was his younger sister's face.
At that time, my sister always said.
When you grow up and make money, you must order all the dim sum in this store and eat enough.
Now, he can buy this morning tea shop at will, but she will never eat the snacks here again.
The man's fingers holding the chopsticks tightened little by little.
The teacup between his fingers groaned in pain and was about to break.