It has been piling up in the bottom of Han Jinyan's heart. It's getting tighter and tighter. He doesn't mention it to Ji Rao, and he doesn't dare to show his feet in front of Ji Rao.

He didn't really feel desperate until he was found out of Alzheimer's disease.

In the next few days, Ji Rao was really busy, footless. Let alone the video, there was not much time left to send messages.

It didn't take long for Ji Rao to think that he could go back to see Han Jinyan as soon as possible.

With five days to go back, Ji Rao finally got some spare time.

He made a phone call to Han Jinyan full of expectation.

It hasn't been through.

I'm going to work early tonight and I'll be back at nine.

When he hung up, he thought that Han Jinyan might be doing an operation.

Ten minutes later, he called again, but no one answered.

It could still be an operation.

He plays from nine thirty to eleven.

It is reasonable to say that Han Jinyan should be off work at this time, even for surgery, it is impossible not to touch the mobile phone.

As long as Han Jinyan looks at his mobile phone, he will not ignore himself, even if he sends a message, but he doesn't.

Ji Rao's mobile phone is empty.

Nothing.

Ji Rao is sitting on the bed, holding the mobile phone, leaning on his chin, his eyes are blank, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

The doctors in their hospital have arranged an apartment with a common living room outside. Now the doctors are having a party outside to celebrate their promotion and raise in the near future.

They called Ji Rao, but Ji Rao didn't want to go out. He was more like leaving time for Han Jinyan, but he didn't expect to call Han Jinyan until now.

The outside voice from soft to Carnival, and even the hot ear singing.

Ji Rao is more and more upset.

After a while, he called Han Jinyan and went out.

There's still no answer.

A busy sound like ants in his heart wantonly climb, gnaw, into the wound.

Ji Rao finally stood up, he took the mobile phone, even the coat did not have time to take, straight out of the door.

Several doctors in the living room had already drunk too much. One of them was close to Ji Rao. When he saw Ji Rao, he rushed over with a smile.

"Ji Rao!"

Ji Rao sidestepped to avoid him.

"People, come to drink, come to drink..."

Ji Rao didn't know about it. He went to a drunk unconscious man on the sofa, reached out and touched his trousers, and finally took out a bunch of keys.

"Pick up your car."

The people on the sofa just hummed unconsciously and didn't hear what Ji Rao said.

It's about three hours' drive from here to Han Jinyan's city.

Ji Rao bit her teeth and went to pick up the car.

Before he picked up the car, he called Han Jinyan again, but no one answered. He called the attending doctor again.

That end is to pass, Ji Rao side gets on the car side way, "do you know where Han Jinyan is now?"

"Sincerely? He's off work a long time ago. "

Ji Rao's heart suddenly cooled.

"What's the matter?"

"It's OK, it's OK. I have something else to do. I'll hang up first."

Ji Rao hung up the phone and left it on the co pilot. He started the engine and drove out.

Han Jinyan Han Jinyan Han Jinyan Han Jinyan.

Where have you been.

Where the hell are you going.

He knows Han Jinyan, if there is something, he will not tell him.

I didn't pick up my cell phone this evening. Where did I go.

Or Is something wrong?

Ji Rao's heart sank slowly.