The knock on the door interrupted Qin Haoran's thoughts. Director Lin and the nurses walked in. Ling Yiren followed them with his head down throughout the journey. He had never seen anyone who liked to lower his head more than her. Asking questions were all the same. Qin Haoran answered very patiently, but he might know what he was thinking except her in this ward.

Director Lin is a person with strong eyes. He finished his consultation early when he saw the patient was fine. "Nurse Ling, I'll leave it to you."

"good."

She walked to the bed and opened the medical record book, pronounced his name word by word, "Qin Haoran."

"Yes, what a coincidence, we meet again." Qin Haoran gave a pollution-free smile, which made the young nurse beside him feel excited.

Ling Yiren's eyes were on the medical record from beginning to end, "I am your nurse. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me. We will have someone on duty 24 hours a day. Xiaoling, you are responsible for recording Mr. Qin's medication records."

"Okay, head nurse." The little girl couldn't hide her excitement and she said too much. Ling Yiren looked at her indifferently. Xiaoling immediately put away her excitement and changed into a serious face.

Ling Yiren just walked out of the ward and Xiaoling breathed a long sigh, Qin Haoran pursed her lips, "You seem to be afraid of your head nurse?"

"Yes, the head nurse is very strict with his work and cannot make a little mistake. Last time..." Xiaoling said abruptly. She just saw him staring at the head nurse like that, as if they knew each other. Wouldn't it be a pity if he complained to the head nurse. She hurriedly defended: "Not that, the head nurse is just very serious at work, and she is still easy to get along with in private."

Qin Haoran was amused by her desire to speak but stopped, "Don't worry, I'm not familiar with your head nurse, you can express your dissatisfaction." Xiaoling was about to let go of her guard when she heard him add, "She is also very serious in private." Now she really couldn't figure out the relationship between the two.

Ling Yiren is the head nurse of the orthopedic department. He has several patients under his charge. Qin Haoran is only one of them. She didn't pay much attention. Every day, except when meeting with the doctor during routine examinations, he is very at peace at other times and has never pressed the nursing button at the head of the bed.

Every time Xiaoling came out of Qin Haoran's ward, she looked full of spring breeze. Several young girls volunteered to watch the night shift, and the scheduling problem that caused Ling Yiren the most headache was solved.

In the ward, the doors and windows are usually open. Every time I pass by his room, I can smell a fresh lemon smell, which is faint but hard to ignore.

At 12:32, Qin Haoran stared at the door. She would pass by this point every day.

Ahem -

The cough was too loud, and Ling Yiren couldn't turn a blind eye. In fact, she really didn't want to have too much interaction with him. Even though she never looked at him more, she knew that his eyes always fell on her.

"It's wind blowing. You shouldn't have opened the window so big, just ventilate." Ling Yiren closed the window facing the door, and the other window only had two slaps.

"The window is open for you. I thought you would come to close it, but after half a month, you always turn a blind eye." Qin Haoran actually saw through her little thoughts and deliberately pointed it out.

Ling Yiren pretended to be calm, "I don't understand what Mr. Qin means."

"You understand." Qin Haoran made a decisive definition.

Ling Yiren was guilty and angry. She deliberately turned a blind eye. Some young girls were helping him shut up. Why did they need to do this? This time there was no reason to forgive him for his rudeness. "Mr. Qin, why bother joking me like this."

She stood by the window and looked at the ginkgo leaves falling outside the window. Behind her anger was a silence, as if she was just her own show. Ling Yiren couldn't stand and walked quickly to the door. Qin Haoran's resounding confession came from behind, "I'm not kidding, I fell in love with you at first sight."

My heart has been calm for a long time, and when I heard this word again, I still couldn't do it without any turmoil. Ling Yiren knew very well that the throbbing was not for Qin Haoran. There was once someone who fell in love with her at first sight, and when he thought of him, Ling Yiren decided to interrupt his memories, he was a memory that he could not touch for a moment.

"What's wrong? You're messing with you! You're going to abuse it like this!" Kong Lingya stood behind Ling Yiren for almost a minute, but she didn't notice it. She saw that the rice in her bowl was almost poked into paste.

Ling Yiren turned her head and looked at her, "No." Then he buried his face in the lunch box.

She just almost wrote the words of thoughts on her face. Kong Lingya sat down opposite her and silently grabbed a piece of rib from her bowl. "Ripes, ribs, only you really love me. The one who even told me about Chunmeng before..."

No matter how much the canteen people were talking, Kong Lingya dared to say anything, but Ling Yiren hurriedly clamped all the ribs in the bowl, "The ribs are blocked to you."

Kong Lingya looked at her without turning on her chopsticks, and she looked like she would not give up until she asked. Ling Yiren sighed, "A patient who is irresistible at work has come."

"Why are you messing around?" She never bothered with work. It was rare that there was a patient who gave her a headache. Kong Lingya was very curious.

How should I describe him? Ling Yiren thought about it and said, "I talk too much."

Kong Lingya disagreed, "What's the problem with talking too much? I thought he was sexually harassed!"

Hearing this word Ling Yiren choked and squirted about food and drank a few sips of soup, Kong Lingya immediately became interested when she saw her reaction so much, "Is it really anyone who wants to touch your thousand-year-old onion?"

Fearing that she was reluctant to let go, Ling Yiren quickly took a few bites of the rice, "Eat your rice, shallots, my old onion is the only thing I love deeply for my job."

Looking at her back as she was leaving, she looked at the pork ribs in the bowl and was confused. She became more and more difficult to understand.

After dinner, walking under the sycamore tree was Ling Yiren's long-lasting habit. Only this moment did she belong to herself. The increasingly yellow leaves reminded her that late autumn was coming, and it was another year before she knew it.

A dead leaf fell on Ling Yiren's head, and she was bored and held in her hands to play with it. The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the chrysanthemums on both sides of the road were blooming brightly. She couldn't help but slow down. She passed by this road every day, but never found its beauty. Perhaps the scenery was still the same, and she just lost the eyes to appreciate the beauty.

Lifting his head, Ling Yiren closed his eyes gently and felt the charm of the autumn wind quietly. At this moment, she had already integrated into this beautiful painting, and she was not the only one who admired this painting.

Qin Haoran stood in front of the window and saw everything.
Chapter completed!