Lin Fan also listened to Zhao Rongrong's story for half an hour from the classical cafe to He Xian pharmacy.

When a woman is willing to open her heart to you, it means that she already has you in her heart.

"Rongrong, it's nice to see you as yourself."

After patting Zhao Rongrong's catkin, Lin Fan said: "in our life, others can look down on you, can not understand you, can abuse you, but you must not give up yourself."

"Live up to your own ideas, and that's the best way to fight back at those people."

Speaking of this, Lin Fan said with a smile, "I can help you when it comes to jewelry stores."

"Thank you, Lin fan."

Pursed her lips, Zhao Rongrong took a breath: "these things I have never said with outsiders, today I don't know why, and Lin fan you talk about these."

"If you are not happy and want to find someone to chat with, Rongrong, you can come to me."

Handed a tissue in the past, Lin Fan blinked: "I'm your boyfriend, hee hee."

Looking at Lin fan who got off the bus, Zhao Rongrong's eyes were full of splendor, and he said in his heart: if you are really my boyfriend, that would be great.

"Brother Dong, what's the situation now?"

Seeing the winter shopkeeper waiting at the door, Lin Fan shook hands and asked, "what disease is it that makes you so anxious?"

"A strange disease, the specific situation, you can see the patient."

Seeing Lin Fan come over and have been cooking for a day and a night, the winter shopkeeper was relieved: "I thought of brother Lin when I was at a loss, so I called you for help."

"Let's look at the specific situation first. I don't guarantee that I can cure it. I can only say I will do my best."

After indicating Zhao Rongrong to follow up, Lin Fan said with a smile: "Rongrong said that it's been a long time since you met with brother Dong, so you also followed me."

"Hello, Miss Zhao."

After a careful look at Zhao Rongrong, the winter shopkeeper immediately laughed: "it's really been a long time since we met. The last time we met was five years ago?"

"Yes, manager Dong."

Went into He Xian pharmacy, Zhao Rongrong said, "my father brought me here last time."

"How time flies. Five years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Led two people into the room, winter shopkeeper motioned to the patients on the bed: "Mr. Lin, lying on the above is the patient."

What came into view was a middle-aged man who was thin and skinny, about 50 years old.

"Brother Dong, on the surface, it seems to be just weak."

Frowning, Lin fan asked, "it seems that there is no problem. What's the matter?"

"Brother Lin, you'll find out later."

"The patient's whole body is black, and now he has stepped into a coma state," said the winter shopkeeper

Ah

Zhao Rongrong, standing next to him, screamed with fright when he saw this scene.

"Rongrong, you sit outside and wait for me."

After patting Zhao Rongrong's back, Lin Fan comforted him: "the treatment scene is disgusting. Don't stay here."

After leaving Zhao Rongrong, Lin Fan shrugged to the winter shopkeeper: "this picture does not say that Rongrong screams, even I also want to scream."

I didn't open the quilt just now, but I can't see it. Now I've opened the quilt and exposed a lot of scars.

The position of the arm and thigh has turned black, and there are more wounds with pus on them.

Although the exhaust fan was turned on, there was still a disgusting smell in the air.

A smell of corpse rot.