747: C747 Return to the Country

C747 Return to the Country

"Xue Xue'er didn't come to work today?"2

Ouyang Qing'an looked at the empty seat and was a little curious. He clearly saw Xue Xue'er go out in the morning, but it was already 9: 30 in the morning, yet she still did not appear in the office area. This was very strange.

He just took out his phone and wanted to make a call, but Lin Qin happened to come over to remind him to start reminiscing. Slowly, he forgot about this matter and only remembered it when it was almost afternoon.

At this moment, Xue Xue'er was sitting on the bus stop and resting. She really felt that she was exceptionally unlucky today because she did not see the yellow calendar when she went out.

It was fine if she went to buy breakfast in the morning, but she had even gotten a sprain from the crowd when she took the bus. In just a short while, her foot was so swollen that she couldn't even see it. The red swelling was so painful that those who didn't know would think that he was poisoned or that he had gone to fight.

Every step he took was as if he had been stabbed by thousands of needles. Over time, she almost could not stand stably. After thinking for a while, she decided to take a leave of absence from Lee Xuekai. Then, she would take a ride to the hospital to take a look.

Fortunately, a young man who passed by helped her into the hospital. She hurriedly thanked him before limping to register.

It was the expert number. She didn't look at the expert's information and just sat on the chair in the corridor and waited. While waiting, she thought about what new game she wanted to develop for Xianxia.

Now that she had played this game for a long time, she would get sick of it. If she didn't add a new one, it would be no different from a normal online game on the market.

The person who came out in front of her was either wearing plaster on her legs or sitting in a wheelchair. No matter how one looked at it, she looked miserable. She muttered in her heart, I wouldn't be in such a miserable state, right?

"Xue Xue'er, come in."

The nurse shouted loudly at the door. She quivered and quickly raised her hand to signal. Then, she limped in. The doctor seemed to be very young. He kept his head down and dealt with the medical record of the patient in front of him.

When he finished writing, he put down the pen and asked Xue Xue'er, "Xue Xue'er, what illness is it?"

"I sprained my ankle."

Xue Xue'er did not realize that when she opened her mouth, the doctor's hand holding the mouse paused and his body began to move unnaturally.

"Xue Xue'er?"

This time, the doctor raised his head and looked over. At this moment, the two of them looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes. Xue Xue'er was undoubtedly the one who was the most surprised. Her mouth was slightly open. She did not even care about her own foot injury.

She looked at the other person up and down a few times before confirming that it was really him. However, he was more mature and steady than before. Those youths' high-spirited spirits were all restrained.

She said, "Songshu, why did you come back to the country? You didn't even tell us. These years, have you been living well?"

Actually, Xue Xue'er wanted to ask about leukemia. However, seeing how energetic he was now, it seemed that she did not need to ask anymore. She already had an answer, right?

Yang Songshu had just returned to the country two years ago. He majored in medicine overseas, so he quickly found a job in Beijing with his golden resume. He was now the most popular and highly regarded doctor in the Orthopedics Department.

But he had never told anyone about his return to the country, nor did he look for Xue Xue'er. However, Beijing was only so big, and they would meet sooner or later.

Yang Songshu had fantasized about meeting many times, but he did not know how he should behave. Now that he saw it, he did not feel happy or at a loss about what to do.

"I'm good. Oh yeah, you sprained your ankle, right? Come, let me take a look."

Yang Songshu did not want to talk about himself, so he pulled Xue Xue'er's leg injury back. He looked at it and tried to pinch it with his hand again. Finally, he gave a diagnosis.

This was actually not serious. He just helped to treat it. That serious expression and neat and tidy method, Xue Xue'er could not help but sigh with emotion. The little boy from back then had long grown up.

"Alright, go back and pay more attention to rest."

"Okay, thank you, Songshu."

Xue Xue'er did not have much attachment to him. She turned around and was about to leave, but Yang Songshu was reluctant to part with her.

"My mother asked you to come to the house to eat if you have nothing to do."

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