The pirated doctor in American comics

The little girl sat there with her arms folded, her clothes already soaked through, and a deep chill seeped into her body along her skin.

That bowl of ginger soup can warm her body.

But when the bowl of ginger soup was brought over, the instinctive resistance in her body made her reject the warmth intentionally or unintentionally.

It's not just a matter of taste. Many people can't stand the taste of ginger soup. This is normal.

But that was not what the little girl felt. The signals from her body told her that if she drank this bowl of ginger soup, she would indeed feel warm for a moment, but that warmth would melt her whole body.

The little girl sighed. She couldn't feel the warmth of the sun, couldn't she even feel the warmth of other people's kindness?

An inexplicable anger ignited in my heart

It was an anger I had never experienced in decades of indifference from my family.

The little girl even had the urge to rush over and grab the bowl of ginger soup and pour it into her stomach.

Even if it makes me melt.

Also feel the warmth.

I don’t want to be cold anymore.

Not as cold as being caught in the heavy rain. How cold is that?

But for decades, the heart has been frozen in coldness.

Even if it was hot magma that was going to melt the ice, she still wanted to give it a try.

But she never took that step.

She was thinking that he said he would bring new hot water.

After thinking about it for a while, the voice became blurry and turned into, he would keep bringing hot water.

At the end, the voice was completely indistinguishable, but an idea echoed in the girl's heart.

That kind of temperature will never leave again, right?

The little girl looked at her hands, which were still white.

When drinking boiling water, no one would grab the cup with their whole palm, but the little girl grabbed the cup of boiling ginger soup with her whole palm.

That's enough heat to burn someone.

A normal person's hand would be burned red even if he held it for two seconds.

But looking at the little girl's hands, they seemed uninjured.

But the little girl knew that it was just an appearance. The tingling sensations on her palms reminded her of how hot the temperature was.

But even if she gets burned, she still wants to feel the warmth again, this time

She doesn't want to let go.

The man in the suit, who had just experienced a hell on earth, lay there paralyzed.

But no one paid attention to him from beginning to end.

No matter it is a fantasy monk.

It was Yan Ding who had just gone upstairs.

It’s still this little girl.

It was obvious that the little girl was brought here just now by him.

The man struggled to get up and staggered towards the door, but with only a slight exertion of his legs on the ground, his body rushed out like an arrow from the string, directly crossing the door.

The body shot out rapidly, and the strong wind blew up the top hat covering the table, as well as the material that Yan Ding had just scattered all over the floor. The top hat was carried out of the hospital by the wind. The door of the hospital, and part of the paper pages carried by the wind also floated out of the door of the medical center.

The little girl got up and walked towards the door of the medical center. If it wasn't for that man, she didn't care.

She just felt that it was necessary to pack up that piece of information. She just came here and wanted to leave a good impression.

Yan Ding walked down the stairs, looked at the little girl who was about to walk into the rain again, and shouted:

"Are you dumb

Didn't anyone tell you what you were brought here for?

Do you have to use your hands to hold things?" Yan Ding's voice was very cold, not softened at all by the pitiful appearance of this little girl.

He would not be fooled by superficial appearances, this little girl just looked like a little girl.

After hearing this, the little girl trembled all over. She turned her head quietly to look at Yan Ding, shrunk her neck, and closed her eyes. The pages that had just drifted into the rain automatically floated without any wind, and actually floated honestly again. came back.

Not only those that floated into the rain, but those scattered in the room also floated to the little girl and were sorted in order, because some were wet by the rain, and some small water droplets floated from the papers. When it came out, it seemed as if there was an invisible force pressing down on the papers. After the moisture was drained, the papers did not become wrinkled and were still as smooth as new.

The little girl timidly walked up to Yan Ding and handed over the information with both hands, but her little head was lowered and she did not dare to raise her head.

Yan Ding did not pick up this document because he had already read it when the man in the suit first arrived.

This little girl's past was also completely understood by her.

The information may be unclear, but the Chunqiu calligraphy is something that our ancestors have played with for a long time. Especially since Yan Ding once understood the truth of some of the records, he already knew how their superficial words covered up the truth of things.

How is it possible to deceive him through a piece of information?

Transactions belong to transactions.

But for the rest, those invisible benefits after establishing a relationship, they don't want to get even a little bit of it.

Yan Ding just sighed when he looked at this little girl, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

No matter what the matter is, as long as it involves a power struggle, the essence of the matter will be forcibly transformed into dividing camps, and the matter itself is no longer important.

"You should have a rough idea of ​​what it means to be here.

Don't have those wishful thinking about what you have and what you don't have. This is not a paradise.

That monk and I are not the same person, and he can't protect you. "

There was no mercy in Yan Ding's words, bit by bit shattering the last hope in this girl's heart, showing him the cruelest reality.

It turns out that she didn't leave hell, she just changed cells.

The girl's eyes became darker, she lowered her head and said in a low voice:

"I understand, teacher."

Yan Ding frowned after hearing this title:

"You should have guessed the fact. This student is just a statement. This teacher has no meaning and is not allowed to shout again."

"I see"

"Go up the stairs and turn to the second room on the left. You will live there from now on. Someone will send you clothes tomorrow. You won't be needed for a week. You can go into my study and read, but you are not allowed to do it yourself.

Cherish your last week. Go up. "The girl obediently listened to the words and without hesitation, crossed the tripod and walked up the stairs.

It was as if she had deliberately forgotten that she was just waiting for someone to bring her a cup of hot water.

When the girl's footsteps disappeared, the door closed and Huan Zhen walked out from the kitchen with hot water.

Holding water in one hand, he raised his palm with the other hand and recited a Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, the donor is a compassionate person." Huan Zhen sighed and said this nonsense.

"Don't think too much, I'm different from you."

"Amitabha, donor, this compassion is not unique to me as a monk. Although the poor monk has been blind for half his life, he still has some experience."

Sorry, I can only hold back so much in one afternoon and one night. I owe the rest and will write tomorrow.

Also, after reading the above book, I was locked up in a dark room. I don’t know why, so I can only solve it after I go to work next week.

I don't think there's anything touching the line.

Please help me find it.