Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Go forward." Yan Rusheng said, stretched out his hand, pressed the left button, and turned to the previous picture.

Yanxu! 21 years old!

Seeing the name and age on the medical record, his heart trembled and his expression froze.

The woman doctor looked at the name on the case, and frowned in doubt. "This is lifelike, not Fang Jiayin you are looking for."

She said she was holding the mouse in her hand and was about to continue to turn down.

Yan Rusheng yelled, "Don't move."

His voice suddenly became a little hoarse, dry and hoarse.

It took a long time for his throat to roll a little, and there was a slight looseness in his expression.

No, it cannot be her.

The female doctor saw the words as if they were reacting, and asked him indefinitely: "Do you know her?"

Yan Rusheng stared at the name Yanxu and pursed his lips as if he hadn't heard the doctor asking him.

The woman doctor retracted her hand holding the mouse and turned the angle of the chair slightly, facing her like a word, "I still remember her quite well."

Yan Rusheng heard the words and stared at her with a gaze.

The woman doctor looked at his face, and then dared to continue. "At that time, she had just had a miscarriage. She had already had a miscarriage. She also cried and begged me to keep it for her. There was a serious bleeding. I didn't dare accept her. Advising her to go to a big hospital, she just refused to stay with me, and I couldn't help it. "

"She ..." Yan Rusheng opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be choked, and it took a long time to make a sound, "Do you know which school she is?"

It must not be her, she is so smart, even if ... even if she is close to Jiang Zhuoheng to such an extent, it will not make her pregnant late.

Still begging to keep the child.

No, it must not be Wen Xuxu. Even if she wanted to marry Jiang Zhuoheng, she would not be able to use a borrower to move up.

How perfect is she so much?

Yan Yansheng's hands clenched tightly into a fist, and the more he held it tighter, as if the harder he was, the stronger his heart became.

The words in Doctor Chong's mouth are not warm and vivid.

The woman doctor shook her head. "I don't know this. She doesn't like to talk. She looks thin and weak."

After a pause, she couldn't help but admire again, "But my character was stubborn and strong that surprised me. The child flowed. She cried and begged me to protect her. Then she lay on the operating table and faced the pain. She gritted her teeth. Without even humming. "

Yan Rusheng told herself over and over again, this is not warm and vivid, it must not be her.

She will only help those who fill out the flyers on the road with the false name, or on unimportant activities.

Why did she use a fake name when she entered the hospital?

But he was still choked by the doctor's words, and his heart couldn't help the pain.

He asked again: "Is she ... long hair?"

At that time, Wen Xuxu's hair was longer than it is now, almost reaching the thigh.

The woman doctor recalled it, then nodded, "Long hair, and it is very long, looks pretty, little melon seeds face, although not very obvious."

Then she said sympathetically: "Everyone else is accompanied by a classmate or boyfriend. She was alone and slept with me all night. She left on the next day. I think she should know that the child could not keep her Then, I will definitely go to the big hospital and not come to us. "

Speaking, she suddenly thought of something, "Yes, she said a Beijing accent."