1200: C1200 If You Are

C1200 If You Are

He put away his phone and prepared to head to the database to continue writing his essay for the Exchange.

"Like a doctor!" A young nurse hurried over to her.

If he stopped and waited for her.

"Your patient has been admitted to the hospital, in the 08VIP ward." the nurse gasped.

If there was any surprise, it had only been a little more than an hour since Owen Yang's call, and he had been admitted so quickly, especially to the VIP ward.

The VIP ward of the Imperial Capital Hospital didn't allow one to have a place to stay just because he had entered. Owen Yang himself only stayed in an ordinary single-patient ward, leaving behind his wife the VIP ward that he had finally managed to apply for.

"Alright."

The database was no longer there, but directly transferred to the VIP floor.

There was also a man and two women, one male and one female, the other female, about fifteen or sixteen years old. From the looks of it, they were the daughters of the couple.

Her patient... His gaze landed on that gentleman, his right hand somewhat unnaturally hanging by his side.

If you knock on the open door.

Owen turned his head and immediately came to meet him. The wound on his foot was almost healed, and he walked quickly.

"Like a doctor, come in quickly!"

If he walked in.

"This is the doctor with great medical skills that I was talking about." "If you're a doctor, this is my boss, and I've written letters to his wife and children."

"Mister Zeng, Lady Zeng." If he nodded at the two of them.

She could see the disbelief in their eyes.

If you get used to it, young doctors will always make you feel inexperienced.

"If so!" Zeng Jinshu's daughter suddenly jumped out and pointed at his face, shouting excitedly, "You are the 'if', aren't you!"

If he blinked, he wouldn't have time to reply.

The girl suddenly scuttled over to the bed and started picking through the luggage that she had packed in time.

Everyone was taken aback by her actions, and the Zeng couple forgot to reprimand her for not pointing a finger at other people's faces. They just stared at her and took out a notebook and pen from their luggage.

The girl flipped open the book and came back. She put the pen and book under her nose and revealed a big and bright smile, "Would you like to sign this for me?" I like you! "

If: "?"

Owen Yang: "?"

Zeng Shi and his wife: "?"

What was going on?

If she was not a celebrity and it was the first time someone asked her to sign an autograph, she would be at a loss for words with her pretty face.

"You can't do this! It's too rude! " Madam Zeng reprimanded her in a low voice as she awkwardly pulled the young girl behind her. "I'm very sorry, but my daughter usually has some people who go crazy …"

"Mom, you don't know! If! She was very powerful! He could tell the problems of others with a single glance! I watched the program, so I'm infatuated with her! " cried the girl. "And she is so cute, so much prettier than the most beautiful women in the ladies' group!"

If he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he probably knew where this little fan came from.1

But that live broadcast had gone on for a long time, and the excitement on the internet had long since died down. The ever-changing internet had long forgotten about her.

The young girl's enthusiasm could not be suppressed by her mother. With a few leaps, she bypassed her mother and ran to the front.

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