National Hand Medicine

Chapter 314 Heiding Teacup (4)
"It's okay, Mr. Gu, but it's just a matter of little effort, and my antiques are usually useless in the basement. It's a good choice to save a life now, isn't it?" Su He smiled heartily.

Gu Lao was overjoyed: "Can that thing be delivered today?"

"Okay, how about I send it to you now, I have nothing to do anyway, just tell me the address!" Su He said with a smile.

"Don't bother you! I'll let Yun Mo come and get it!" Mr. Gu felt that borrowing something was enough trouble for others, so why bother to ask someone to come again?

But Su He said: "Hey Gu, you forgot, I'm still a Chinese medicine doctor. If I go over, I can also see your old friend's illness, right?"

Gu Lao was told by Su He that he remembered: "Oh, I almost forgot, that's fine, I'll trouble you, Xiao He. I'd better let Yun Mo come and pick you up."

"no need……"

"I've troubled you so much. If you refuse, I don't know where to put my old face." Gu Lao said helplessly.

Su He had no choice but to agree.

After hanging up the phone, she suddenly remembered - she has never told Song Yunmo what she looks like now...

Thinking of it, Su He felt a little guilty. After all, Song Yunmo was also his friend. If he didn't tell others when he was like this, it was obvious that he didn't regard him as a friend!

Why.Su He couldn't help but secretly sighed.

Song Yunmo came over quickly, and it didn't take long for Su He's doorbell to ring.

Song Yunmo hasn't seen Su He for several months, although this time he only met her for other reasons, but even so, Song Yunmo's calm heart lake, which has no ripples, can't help but a little ripple, A little more joy.

He was such an indifferent and calm person, when he entered the door, there was an obvious smile on his face.

The smile on his face that Su He's divine sense swept across made him feel even more guilty.

However, the moment Song Yunmo raised his head to look at Su He, his face darkened and his pupils constricted.

"What... what's going on?" Song Yunmo asked with some difficulty, with a complicated look on his face.

Su He smiled awkwardly: "Well... I encountered some accidents..." She has always been so vague in her external remarks. After all, she really didn't know how to speak about the fact that she hurt her body for bringing Master back to life.

Su He can almost guarantee that if she speaks these things carelessly, it is estimated that she will face endless disasters.

Song Yunmo could hear the ambiguity of her statement. This jade-like man had never had any mood swings, but now he actually had the urge to get angry!
But this impulse was only for a moment, and was quickly suppressed by Song Yunmo's rationality.

There was a wry smile on his jade-like face—yes, what right did he have to be angry?To Su He, he was just an ordinary friend, so what right did he have to be angry with her?

Thinking like this, Song Yunmo's heart seemed to fall into a dark lake, sinking... sinking...

The overwhelming lake water submerged him, making him feel almost suffocated.

This feeling, just like a few years ago, the death god of heart disease is still lingering around him at any time, absorbing his health anytime and anywhere, threatening his life...

Back then, a heart attack felt exactly like it does now.

And the person who helped him get rid of that pain was Su He.

Now, the person who brought him this pain again was Su He.

Song Yunmo didn't know what to do, what was left was only deep helplessness and bitterness.

Also, a little bit of dissatisfaction.

Not reconciled?
Not reconciled, why do I miss her for so many years, the emotion in my heart is so strong that I can't get rid of it, but she still smiles so heartlessly, even unwilling to tell myself the real reason for becoming like this .

But these emotions quickly dissipated, replaced by only deep distress for Su He.

He suddenly raised his feet and approached Su He, and his broad and warm hands fell on the top of Su He's head. The deep warmth, transmitted through his hair, penetrated all the way to the bottom of his heart, making Su He unable to hold back... His heart trembled .

A strange emotion suddenly appeared in her eyes - herself... What's wrong?
When Su He's eyes moved, she felt soft and numb in her heart. This feeling was really strange to her, extremely strange.

She was suddenly a little dazed.

Song Yunmo's eyes were soft, and he looked at Su He with sincerity and firmness.

He looked at the blankness in Su He's eyes, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Su Ho was stunned for a while.

She suddenly recalled the feeling at the beginning—was it painful?
of course.

The whole body's strength has been drained, and every corner of the body seems to be squeezed dry, how can it not hurt?
At this time, she gently closed her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, like a flower, slowly unfolding, and her beautiful posture was so shocking and amazing.

"It hurts." Su He said softly.

At that moment, the two of them seemed to have a different feeling.

It seems that Song Yunmo's hand on top of her head is a bridge, a warm current, using this bridge as a medium, to and fro between the two hearts.

Both Su He and Song Yunmo were like this. They had never felt this way before, but this feeling made them feel very comfortable.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang untimely.

Su He suddenly opened his eyes, and squeezed the vibrating phone in his hand.

Song Yunmo smiled slightly, and the smile exuded a faint fragrance like a flower in the epiphyllum, which was refreshing.

He slowly withdrew his hand.

Su He just picked up the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone was Mr. Gu: "Hello? Xiaohe? Is Yunmo here?"

"Here we are." Su He said.

"Well, let him send you here, this time I really trouble you!"

"It's really fine, we'll be over soon."

Hearing Su He's words, the smile on Song Yunmo's lips deepened - he really liked hearing her say, "we", two words, this feeling made him feel that they were very close Feel.

"Let's go." Song Yunmo looked at Su He who had hung up the phone and said.

"Okay." Su He smiled slightly.

There is an invisible sense of tacit understanding between the two.

(End of this chapter)