Reborn as A Beautiful Model Student

I heard the sweetness of the leaves, and Yu Wenyang was not won.

After listening to the treatment plan for gratitude, they all thought that this time, it must be rescued from the pain of the pain.

Who knows, there has been such a variable again.

"Sweetheart, I am worse, I can re-do surgery."

Ye sweetheart nodded, "Yes, I hope to thank Dr., hurry up."

I boring, Ye Sweet He has only looked at the book in Wenyang's office. She sideways, seriously reading the appearance, can be beautiful.

Wen Yang's light, accidentally falling to the face of the leaves, and he faintly suppressed a heat wave.

So half-embarrassment to see the window of the office, watching the gray sky.

For this all, Ye Sweethe I don't know anything, she is just serious about it.

She is more than anyone eager to repair all major expertise in the shortest time.

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"Time Han."

When I was slowly opened, she opened her eyes, and I was on the pair of fears.

It's so short that this time is not expected to sleep this time.

"Thank you, are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"I am not in the operating room?"

Thank you, I turned into a circle in the ward.

Her eyes, a bunch of yellow bacmets on the corner.

In the ward, a faint aroma is filled with a faint.

"After the things, don't you remember at all?" Asked the cold.

I sat up, she gently careped with a slender finger.

"Yes, I don't remember, I only remember that I was in the operating room, the scalpel fell to the ground ..."

When I stood up, he held a fist with one hand and put his fist on the lips.

Thanks to the situation, it is more serious than he expected.

"Thank you, let's go back."

When the cold, let's thank you, "But I have already developed a surgery program."

"You can hold the surgery knife? Thank you."

Thank you, I wanted to know, what is her lost memory?

Why will she always forget?

Why can't she live like a normal person?

Thank you, the situation is hurting, he reached out, and took his shoulders.

Low sound in your mouth, "Thank you, don't think, we are a family, you, me, Mo, and Zues ..."

"Time, I am a waste."

Thank you, she is really a waste.

Waste to the surgery knife, can't hold it.

She is still the first time, in the operating room, throw the scalpel on the ground.

When I looked at gratitude, he looked at the sighted eyes of my dedicated eyes.

"Thank you, you are not, have you forgotten? How much you like to do surgery, your hand is born for surgery."

Thank you for lifting your own hand, putting this hand, put it in front of the cold.

"But I am now, I can't hold the surgery."

Surgery is a gratitude.

Surgery knives are part of your bodies.

When I know, I must let my gratitude rechanced.

Otherwise, thank you will be ... becomes another look.

"Thank you, you don't want to hold the scalpel, you just don't want to be monitored, don't believe, I will arrange a surgery now, you can still have surgery, you believe me, I am a cold, I have never been Didn't cheat you ... "