Chapter 325

An Xiaojing looks forward to Leng Yichen's eyes.

The man's face became more and more ugly.

"What do you think? Or, what kind of relationship would you like this mother and son to have with me? "

Leng Yichen's eyes were gradually filled with the color that he couldn't see clearly, and gradually turned into a burning red.

An Shuang sees her anger in her eyes.

"It must be a more important person to put it in front of your desk, but it's really not good for me to leave them in exile."

Her heart seems to believe that the mother and son in the photo on the desk and Leng Yichen have a close relationship, but she has never seen, if not lover, what?

"You don't have to worry about that." Leng Yichen looks at an Xiaojing with a trace of ferocity.

"And this painting, can I take it with me?"

An Xiaojing shakes the painting in her hand, and suddenly finds something that has been lost for so long, which makes her more impulsive to protect the painting.

"Take it if you like!" Leng Yichen was quite generous.

An Xiaojing nods and doesn't intend to stay here too much. She knows that Leng Yichen doesn't like her being here either.

Before going to bed, an Xiaojing took out the painting again.

Blood colored paint covered the whole picture, recording that period of unforgettable years.

She doesn't know what happened to this painting, but when she comes back to her own hands, she will have an unexpected sense of belonging.

In the end, I was sleepy and fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, an Xiaojing did not forget to go to the hospital to see an Xianyang. Now that her brother has entered a slightly important period of treatment, it is even more impossible for her to sit at home all day.

In an Xianyang's ward, Han Su came in time.

"Do you want an injection?" An Xianyang asked, but after the last treatment, he had a shadow over the needle tube for a long time.

"Not this time. Seeing your strong reaction last time, I realized that not everyone's constitution is suitable for injection!"

What Han Su said is not a tongue twister. An Xianyang nodded.

Just this time, the difference from injection is taking medicine.

An Xianyang took out a transparent pill from his medicine box and handed it to an Xianyang.

"This medicine is good for your memory. You can try. "

"Why only one?" An Xianyang asked, obviously puzzled.

"I developed this for you. It's just a dose. Too much will only become a burden on your body. "

Han Su explained it very clearly.

An Xianyang nodded and put the pills he had just received into his mouth without hesitation.

"Well, that's right. I'll give you medicine every day in the future. By the way, I'll have a look at your physical condition. I believe our doctors and patients will cooperate with each other, and you will recover."

With that, Han Su began to clean up and tidy up his medicine box again.

Looking at all his familiar movements, an Xianyang always felt that he had seen them before.

But. Fragments of memory do not allow him to put all these pictures together, as if intentionally, once he mentions these memories. It's like a brain burst.

……

An Xiaojing arrived as scheduled.

At the door of the ward, she saw Han Su who was going out at a glance. She didn't expect that he was more interested in his brother's affairs than himself.

"Han Su, thank you!" An Xiaojing opens her mouth and wants to help him deliver the man with a medicine box.

Of course, an Xianyang knows that he has not done anything to hinder him.

Out of the ward, an Xiaojing, like an ordinary family member of the patient, began to inquire about an Xianyang's condition.

"Don't worry, as long as your brother can cooperate with my treatment, within ten days. Your brother will be fine. "

Han Su's tone is very confident and determined, which is something that an Xiaojing never had.

"Well, I'll try my best to supervise him, and then cooperate with you." An Xiaojing deliberately increased the tone of the last word, which sounded a little funny.

But she didn't have the chance.

For Han Su, it's gratitude. If it wasn't for this person, how many scars had left on her and her brother. When an Xiya wanted to disfigure herself, it was Han Su's medicine that saved her.

Seeing off Han Su, an Xiaojing returns to an Xianyang's ward. She was surprised to see that an Xianyang took out a pill Han Su had just given him from the tip of his tongue.

An Xiaojing looks over in surprise.

"Brother, what are you doing? You didn't eat? "

This pill was developed by Han Su himself, which will be of great help to his brother's condition, but why did he vomit instead of taking it?

"Do you remember what Han Su said?"An Xianyang suddenly asked, a trace of unfathomable doubts flashed in his eyes.

"Remember, with his medicine, you will be cured within ten days!"

"Ten days? Xiaojing, do you believe it? Ten days is such an amazing number that the best doctors in the whole hospital have no such ability. But Han Su gave us such a promise. "

"So?"

An Xiaojing's heart suddenly shook.

She suddenly some dare not ask the reason, because, she can feel, brother in doubt Han Su's intention.

And there are too many things involved. Only shock can describe an Xiaojing's mood at the moment.

As an Xiaojing, she will naturally take an Xianyang's side unconditionally. Even though she knows that her brother has been in a trance, even what he says now may have problems.

But that person is own elder brother, she can not reserve the choice trust.

An Xiaojing took the pills from an Xianyang, took out a piece of toilet paper from the bag and wrapped it carefully.

"Brother, when did you find Han Su?"

She asked, puzzled.

"Before, when he gave me an injection, my head ached badly. It seemed that I had experienced a similar picture, but I couldn't remember it all the time. And the strangest thing is that the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it is for the whole person. "

An Xianyang recalled.

"And the eye of the needle in my arm says I've been taking that medicine more than once."

It was at that time that an Xianyang became suspicious, because in the fragments of his memory, it seemed that a personal image and Han Su could overlap, with the same height and the same vague outline.

In addition, every time I see that person, I always feel that there is a vacancy in my memory, which may be related to my own amnesia.

"Well, I'll find out, but Han Su is not a bad man at all."

An Xiaojing sighs a little. Han Su helps to remove the scars on her own, and the scars left by her brother's travel mission are all cured by Han Su's medicine.