Dongchuan is a quasi-first-tier city, and the size of the First People's Hospital is not comparable to that of the small county hospital in Chiyuan. Those who are seriously ill from surrounding provinces will basically gather here. Although it was just expanded two years ago, this place is still overcrowded. The elevator is for friends who need to be carried by others, and the stairs are divided into an emergency passage for hurried doctors and nurses to parkour upstairs and downstairs. The remaining patients and their family members all looked sad and walked slowly in line.
There was a two or three-year-old child, who was probably sick and uncomfortable. His face was red and burning, and he kept crying in his mother's arms and thrashing around with his hands and feet. The mother of the child was alone, and she was very powerless to hold such a big child all the way. She could only control the child hurriedly, while humbly apologizing to passers-by. One of them was not paying attention, and when she looked again, she found that the child was holding something in her hand. A handful of something---this naughty kid pulled a strand of her long hair over.
"Let go!" The child's mother broke out in a sweat, "I hit you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The person whose hair was pulled turned his head along the child's hand and gently hooked the child's paw. His hand was very cold, like jade. The child was hot and naturally wanted to get closer to cool things. He let go of his hair and grasped the finger that was offered to him.
They were a pair of man's hands, slender, with distinct joints and thin calluses on the fingertips. Only then did the child's mother realize that the one with long hair was actually a man, standing on the first step below.
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