Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

She put her palm on her lower abdomen and gently touched her, her voice was lowered, soft and gentle, "Baby, mommy found my father, and he is still there."

In my stomach, squirmed again, and again.

She cried, cried and laughed, and put her teary eyes and teary face on the pillow, cold, and warmed up after a while, "Mom found Dad."

With a small voice, like a little girl, she secretly said: "No matter what father becomes like, mother likes him."

"You said, does dad still like mom?" She smiled lightly, full of happiness.

In the palms, the two children moved happily.

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes and then her nose, and she inhaled, a little embarrassed and disappointed.

However, she is just happy, just wants to cry, just wants to laugh.

She saw him, she saw her An Lan.

He is alive, with no hands or feet, and he lives well.

Close your eyes, the corners of your mouth bend slightly...

Outside, the hospital aisle late at night was too deserted.

A black figure stood at the door of the ward for a long time.

There is a door and a wall, inside is his wife and his children.

He longed to see her, but was afraid that she would be frightened by seeing his face.

He was afraid of seeing horrified eyes on her face, afraid of her disgust.

He forced himself to leave her and return her life to her.

Anyway, there is no one named Qin Anlan in this world.

He stood, feeling a little for a moment, but he didn't notice the little nurse in front of him...

The light was on half of his face, and the nurse approached and saw clearly—

With a scream, the medicine tray in the little nurse's hand fell to the ground.

It's terrible, terrible!

The little nurse started to be shocked, covering her face with her hands, but she was a nurse after all, and soon calmed down. This should be a patient with burns.

The little blonde nurse used swift English: "Sir, why not in your own ward?"

"Go back soon." Qin Anlan's voice was lowered.

The wounds on his face and neck left the nurse with no doubt, until he walked away, she remembered that he was not wearing a medical gown... not a patient in the hospital.

After the nurse was surprised, she didn't ask any more questions, changed her things and pushed the door in, helped Ye Liangqiu check the situation, and then fed the medicine.

"I heard a sound outside just now." Ye Liangqiu's voice was calm.

The nurse smiled and soothed: "It's just a dermatologist."

A dermatologist?

Ye Liangqiu asked immediately, "What kind of patient is it?"

She hesitated and asked, "How about his face?"

The nurse recalled, "One half of the face is good, and the other half of the face is ruined. Even skin grafting is difficult because the skin on the face is uneven. After at least five or six operations, the effect is not satisfactory."

She paused: "There are also serious burns in the neck, which should be systemic."

Ye Liangqiu's fingers clenched into a fist in the quilt, but he smiled slightly, "That's it."

"Yes, it's scary!" The little nurse smiled lightly, "But God will bless and treat everyone fairly."

Ye Liangqiu didn't speak anymore, but in her heart she thought secretly, your God cannot bless An Lan.

The nurse helped her tidy up the quilt and went out, leaving a dizzy yellow light.

Ye Liangqiu originally wanted to get up, she wanted to go and see, An Lan was still there.