The old lady didn’t care whether she agreed or not.
Uncle Tang arranged a car for the siblings. When it was about ti, Zhao ngjin took her brother out, got into the car, and headed to Mingxin Hospital where Ou Yanan was admitted.
The weather was getting colder. Little Pudding wore a blue cotton jacket for children, with a hat that had ears. On the way, he looked adorable, like a little rabbit, poking his little head as if sniffing sothing.
Zhao ngjin couldn’t help but wonder: What is my brother sniffing?
"Sister, are we going to see that Brother Ou?"
She hadn’t formally said anything yet, but did Little Pudding already sniff it out?
Zhao ngqing opened his little mouth and said, "He has the sa sll as auntie, warm and gentle."
Is that person a gentle person?
Zhao ngjin’s mind raised a question mark.
She always felt that person’s deanor seed gentlemanly, but to say gentle, she really couldn’t; his face often wore a stern look. People usually say doctors are like angels, gentle and kind. However, just by looking at his inherently serious expression, she could hardly see any gentleness in him.
Moreover, after that night’s conversation, she realized deeply that person was not simple.
"Do you think he’s gentle?" Zhao ngjin squinted her eyes and asked her brother.
Zhao ngqing replied, "Yes. He’s very good to , and to auntie."
It’s clear that he’s good to Gu Nuan. But why is he good to her brother? Because her brother is a child? Children are always innocent, pure, and thus, he seemingly had no real reason to be genuinely good to her brother.
The car had driven to the vicinity of the hospital. Zhao ngjin called out to stop, needing to get off here to buy so flowers and fruits from nearby stores to bring for the patient visit. One can’t say they’re visiting the sick with empty hands.
Little Pudding watched his sister selecting flowers in the shop, casually stomping his little leather shoes. Occasionally, his little eyes glanced across the street at the building opposite, as if he could see through to the Brother Ou inside.
After spinning a circle in his little head, he suddenly rembered his sister said she would give flowers to Brother Ou. What about him? Was he empty-handed? Wouldn’t that make him seem like he didn’t like Brother Ou?
What should he bring over?
He took off his small backpack, felt around in it with both little hands for quite a while, and finally found sothing he liked, causing his entire little mouth to curve into a smile.
As Zhao ngjin finished picking the bouquet and asked the shopkeeper to wrap it, she turned around and was startled to see her brother’s sneaky smiling little face.
It was rare to see her usually obedient brother with such a sly expression.
Having bought the bouquet and basket of fruits, Zhao ngjin led her brother to the hospital for the visit and took the elevator.
The hospital was bustling with people coming and going. Despite recent disputes involving Changda affecting stock fluctuations, because very few knew about the hospital being backed by Changda, its custor flow basically remained unaffected. No, it was more prosperous than before.
"So many people." Little Pudding was squeezed on the elevator next to his sister’s leg, unable to help but pout.
Zhao ngjin told her brother, "He works here."
Little Pudding’s expression changed imdiately, "Brother is amazing. This hospital must be really great."
That’s certainly the case. Just look at this flow of people, the long line of patients in the lobby, and the fact that talents like Tang Sili practice here, it’s absolutely evident.
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