To My Dear Mr. Huo

"Don't move her, let me check for her."

People of this age are most afraid of collisions, if something happens to them, it will be bad.

After squatting down, Su Qingsang said softly to Xiang Caiping who was sitting on the ground: "Auntie, I'm a doctor, can you tell me where did you hit? Where does it hurt? Can you move your hands and feet now?"

Xiang Caiping looked at the young woman in front of her, this face gave her a flash of light,

Like, really like. Maybe not quite. But she does look like that person, she doesn't look like herself, but looks like that person.

She almost didn't need to ask anymore, as long as she saw this face, what else did she not understand?

"Aunt?"

Huo Jinyao also squatted down, not forgetting to take out his mobile phone to call an ambulance.

Su Qingsang stretched out his hand and waved in front of Caiping: "Auntie, can you hear me? Auntie——"

"You, you—" I said to Caiping twice, but I couldn't say that sentence.

"Where does it hurt you? Tell me." Su Qingsang was afraid that she would hit her hard. As for why you didn't say it hit hard.

She was sitting in the front seat just now and knew that Huo Jinyao's car didn't hit the aunt, but she was startled by the sudden appearance of the car, so she fell down.

After yelling a few words, the aunt just looked pained, but didn't say where she was hurting.

Su Qingsang's expression suddenly became subtle, this old aunt is here to touch porcelain, right?

She couldn't help but went to see Huo Jinyao. Huo Jinyao had already finished his phone call. The ambulance came after a while, and she was a little puzzled when she saw the worry on Su Qingsang's face.

"Qingsang, what's wrong?"

Green mulberry? Yes it is her. Xiang Caiping's eyes, which were already somewhat foggy, widened once again.

It's really her.

"You—" I was so excited that Xiang Caiping blushed. The voice also became a little dull.

In recent years, except for the aunt who took care of her daily life, she basically didn't speak much. It would be impossible to find the words to organize your own language.

When Su Qingsang saw this, the suspicion on his face eased a bit and turned into worry.

"Auntie, are you okay?"

Aunt? How could she call herself aunt.

"I, I'm—" Xiang Caiping was about to reveal her identity when her waist hurt.

"Auntie, don't move. You may have accidentally twisted your waist."

When Su Qingsang was speaking, he pressed Xiang Caiping's body to prevent her from getting up casually.

Xiang Caiping wanted to speak, but looked at Huo Jinyao standing aside, but couldn't speak.

Huo Jinyao also took this woman who fell to the ground suddenly as a slap in the face. There are too many such things, especially those who drive a luxury car like him.

But even if it is a touch of porcelain, he is not afraid.

It's just that this woman who is in Pangci is not like a normal Pengci, and she has been acting very real until now, and she doesn't say how much compensation she will ask for.

And she kept staring at Su Qingsang, what does this mean? Think women are better at talking?

"Auntie, bear with me, I'll help you look at the injury now and do some emergency treatment."

Su Qingsang saw the woman staring at her all the time, it seemed to be defensive or something else, she whispered very nicely: "Don't worry. I'm a doctor."

doctor? Was her daughter a doctor?

The bitterness in Xiang Caiping's eyes deepened. She hadn't seen this daughter for so many years. Didn't even know she was a doctor.

OK, that's great.

Su Qingsang felt more and more uncomfortable being looked at by this woman, but she was already used to facing suspicious looks from patients when she was too young, so she was not annoyed at all.

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