Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Yang Zimei tore a piece of clothing at the seam, and called her grandma to help her mend it, saying that it was her favorite dress, and she wanted to sew it up and wear it to meet friends.

Zeng Hui was still worried about Rong He, but when she heard Yang Zimei say this, she put all these worries aside and brought the sewing box over.

After she came in through the door, Rong He watched her quietly from behind the tree.

Because I have seen the photos before, now I see Zeng Hui with my own eyes, and I have already made psychological preparations, and then seeing the real person who has grown old, there is not much strangeness.

Looking at her gray hair, face that has experienced vicissitudes of life, and pupils that are no longer aura, Rong He feels like a world away.

My heart didn't beat as violently as I imagined.

He looked at Zeng Hui quietly, watched her walk up to Yang Zimei, picked up her clothes, sat down, and lowered her head to thread the needle.

In the past, she also sewed for him.

At that time, seeing her bow her head and concentrate on threading the needle, I felt that it was the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I never got tired of watching it.

Therefore, like Yang Zimei, he often deliberately tore the thread of the clothes, and then asked her to help mend them.

And she never tires of it.

Now, she is no longer the young and beautiful girl she was back then.

However, the way she lowered her head and threaded the needle, in his eyes, was still so quiet and beautiful.

"Huihui—"

Rong He couldn't bear it and came out, yelling in a low voice.

Zeng Hui's hand trembled, the needle pierced her finger, and she cried out with an ouch.

Seeing it, Rong He felt a pain in his heart.

It was as if the needle had stabbed him in the heart.

"Does it hurt?"

He squatted in front of Zeng Hui who was stunned, looked at her, and asked softly.

Zeng Hui stared blankly at him——

The heart seems to have stopped beating, the breathing is stagnant, and the mind is blank.

He was no longer the handsome young man before, but she still recognized him at a glance.

Everything about him has been deeply engraved in her heart, no matter how much resentment she uses, she can't cover him up.

"Huihui, it's me, Ronghe."

Ronghe reached out and grabbed her hand that had become rough due to long-term labor, and put the finger that had been pricked by a needle into her warm mouth, just like she did when she was young.

The long-lost feeling, like an electric shock, made Zeng Hui's body slightly stiff.

Facing the gaze of Shang Ronghe, her body trembled, and she hastily pulled her hand out of his mouth. Huo De stood up, wanting to run away in panic.

How could Ronghe let her escape?

He grabbed her hand and shouted hurriedly, "Huihui, don't go!"

Zeng Hui's body was slightly startled again, her footsteps were a little messy, and she covered her face with her hands.

She never wanted to look him in the eye.

I don't want him to see me either.

"Huihui—"

Rong He shouted hoarsely, "Stop and talk to me, okay?"

"There's nothing more to talk about between us. Ronghe, let go!"

Zeng Hui tried hard to get rid of his hand.

Rong He refuses to relax no matter what!

He just held onto it tightly.

It took more than 40 years to find her and hold her hand.

No matter what this time, he didn't want to let go.

Even if she no longer has feelings for him, he still wants to chat with her more, to give himself a chance to defend himself, and let her untangle her heart.

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