This Dr. Su usually doesn't even talk and smile, even his expression is rare! But now, he is. . . . . .

   Mu Qingyu, who was next to him, saw him smiling at the child, with that appearance, that expression, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth—clearly, it was Mo Shaochen, there was no mistake!

  But why didn't he admit it? Why treat her like a stranger? Why didn't he come back to take a look when Aunt Mo passed away?

  Mu Shangen rolled his eyes and saw a strange uncle in front of him, but he was wearing a doctor's white robe. He wanted to move his small body, and shouted again: "Mom."

  Doctor Su put him back obediently, and then pushed his little clothes away: "Uncle will check it for you."

   It took a long time for Enen's big eyes to clearly see Dr. Su's smiling face. He was not used to approaching strangers. Still, he obediently let him unbutton his clothes and look at his stethoscope near his heart to listen for the beating. Afterwards, a series of test data was brought back, and everything was normal, so Dr. Su nodded: "You can go to the general ward."

  Hearing this sentence, Mu Qingyu's thoughts were shifted from his expression to Enen.

  The nurse pushed his little bed out the door, and just as he reached the door, Mu Qingyu pounced on him, holding his hand excitedly: "Enen!"

   "Mom." The little guy immediately became happy when he saw his mother was there. He turned sideways and wanted to hold his mother's hand hard, but when he moved, he pulled various instruments on his body.

   "Enen, don't move." She and Dr. Su went over at the same time, holding Enen down, and even, her hand pressed Enen's shoulder first, and Dr. Su's big hand directly touched the back of her hand.

  His palm was warm and had rough lines, but it was no longer the same as the familiar touch of Mu Qingyu in his memory.

is it him? However, it is not similar at all. . . . . . .

  She quickly withdrew her hand, as if being burned by fire. Over there, Dr. Su was obviously a little embarrassed, and didn't say a word. Instead, Mu Qingyu adjusted his mood, looked at his son, and said gently: "Enen, good boy, lie down and don't move. Mom is right beside you."

   "Yeah!" The little guy nodded obediently.

  Under the leadership of the nurse, Mu Shangen's hospital bed was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward. Mu Qingyu specifically asked for it, so he asked for a double room. And the other bed in the ward was empty, so Mu Qingyu could rest on that empty bed for the time being.

  When he came out of the intensive care unit, Dr. Su felt that he passed her by. Her hair, fluttering, brushed past his side, bringing a soft and slightly itchy touch, as if some little hand was scratching your heart.

   During a glimpse, he saw her slightly lowered head, her facial contours were soft and quiet, like a landscape painting.

  She didn't wear perfume on her body, and she was wearing the simplest dress that Leng Yunlin bought for her. However, such a simple attire brought out her elegant temperament.

   That smell is very familiar, it seems to be, a long time ago, lingering in his memory, it has been lingering, that feeling!

  Just a daze, Mu Qingyu just passed him. His eyes followed her leaving shadow.