Dongchuan is a quasi-first-tier city. The scale of the First People's Hospital is not comparable to that of Chiyuan Small County Hospital. People with severe illnesses in the surrounding provinces will basically gather here. Although it has just been expanded once in the previous two years, this will still be overcrowded. The elevator is for friends who need others to carry it, and the staircase provides an ergency passage for the hurrying doctors and nurses to run upstairs and downstairs. The remaining patients and their families all lost their faces and walked slowly in line.
There was a two- or three-year-old child, probably sick and uncomfortable, with a flushed face. He kept crying in his mother's arms, and his hands and feet were chaotic. The child mother is alone, and holding such a big child along the way is very powerless, and can only control the child in a hurry, while whisperingly apologizing to the passers-by who have encountered it. One didn't pay attention, and then saw that the child grabbed it A hand-this bear child pulled a long strand of people's hair.
"Relax!" The child's mother gave out a sweat, "I hit you! I'm sorry!"
The person who was pulled by the hair leaned his head along the child's hand and gently hooked the child's paw. The hand was very cold, jade-like, the child was hot, and naturally wanted to get close to the cold, and let go of the hair. , Holding on to the finger that was handed over.
It was a pair of n's hands, slender, well-knotted, with thin cocoons on their fingertips. The mother found out that the long hair was actually a man, standing on the first step below.
"That ... sorry."
The man turned his head halfway and smiled at her. He spread his palm and put a light touch on the child's forehead, and the comfortable coolness ca up. The crying child brake was quiet.
"It's nothing," he said. "My nephew is also very difficult to bring, kid?"
The mother shook her face with that half of her face, and when she ca back, she had already gone far.
Sheng Lingyuan pulled back the long hair pulled out by the bear child, and suddenly couldn't help thinking of his prince.
The prince's na was left by his parents, and his nickna "Tonger" was from him.
The child was born with inadequacy. From the day he was born, he cried day and night, endlessly, as if living in a world like this, the degree of pain is no less than being "forced to be good
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