My iceberg smiled

Chapter 1015 is more refined
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Anan was forcibly persuaded by Zhuo Qiu to go back last night. He originally planned to stay overnight in the hospital.

He knew that Han Mochen was on guard in the ICU ward, so he would be on guard in the hospital corridor.

Seeing that little pudding had an accident, he was very sad.

On the road before, because she was also responsible for escorting Shen Zhen back, she couldn't show any emotions.

But when sitting in the hospital, that worry and sadness creeps up.

Later, Zhuo Qiu told Anan that now is not the time to stand on guard, first of all, he must not let himself collapse.

Anan hesitated for a long time, but still left the hospital.

Before leaving last night, Fang Ci told him and Zhuo Qiu about Little Pudding's condition. Fang Ci said that Little Pudding might just fall asleep like this, and might not be able to wake up.

At that moment, it was as if the landslides and the ground were cracked, and a place in my heart was stabbed severely.

Because of this news, he stayed up all night.

Early in the morning, he told Zhuo Qiu that he would go back to the small courtyard in the mountain to take a look, Zhuo Qiu also had something to do there.

Before parting, Zhuo Qiu said to Anan: "Be careful, don't come back too late, I will be worried."

Anan: "Yeah."

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At this time, he was in the small courtyard in the mountain.

There is a stone table in the yard.

Ma Congliang poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Mr. Anan, I didn't see Uncle Dumb when I got up early this morning, maybe I went down the mountain to buy something."

Anan didn't drink tea, and put the teacup on the stone table, "I have something to do with him."

"Did Mr. Anan come here specifically to find Uncle Dumb? Why don't you wait in the room." Ma Congliang pointed to the room.

There is heating inside.

The weather has not yet warmed up, and the temperature in the yard is relatively low. Ma Congliang can't help but care about Anan considering that Anan has not recovered from his serious illness for a long time.

Anan was about to say "no need" when he thought of someone's "I'll be worried", and finally stopped.

Nodded, stood up, "Well, let's go in."

Ma Congliang helped hold the teacup and teapot, and followed behind.

After entering the room, Anan was slightly startled.

There are several large long tables in the room, which are full of bottles and cans of medicine, as well as some knives, tweezers and tongs.

"These...are all from Uncle Dumb?" Anan asked.

"Well, he can usually spend a whole day here, and he seems to like to study these things."

Anan picked up a scalpel casually and played with it in his hand.

Pretty sharp.

"Recently, I don't know what new drug he has developed, and he has caught a few mice for experiments."

"Really..." Anan frowned and looked at those medicine bottles, "Where are the mice?"

Ma Congliang rubbed his head, "Maybe I've used it up... die."

Anan sat down, noticed a small piece of fur caught on a glass slide, and focused his eyes.

"I don't know if all medical madmen are like this, but I think the dumb uncle has been too sleepless these days. He used to eat with me occasionally, but recently..."

"Here it is." Anan took the slide.

"Huh?" Ma Congliang didn't respond, "What's here?"

Anan opened the slide, "Mice."

"Ah!" Ma Congliang looked at the things on the slide in surprise.

Anan said coldly: "The whole piece of skin has been peeled off, it is very complete."

Ma Congliang: "..." trembling.

Putting the things back in place, Anan said meaningfully: "It seems that Uncle Dumb's surgical skills... have become much more refined."

He is so powerful, he should be able to find a way to save Little Pudding, Anan thought faintly in his heart, with anticipation.

(End of this chapter)