To My Dear Mr. Huo

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"Don't move her, I'll check her."

People of this age are most afraid of bumps.

After squatting, Su Qingsang whispered to Xiang Caiping sitting on the ground: "Auntie, I am a doctor, can you tell me, where did you hit? Where does it hurt? Can my hands and feet move now?"

Xiang Caiping looked at the young woman in front of her, this face made her flash for a moment,

Like, really like. Maybe not very similar. But she really looks like that person. She doesn't look like herself, she looks like that person.

She hardly needs to ask any more. What do you not understand as long as you see this face?

"Aunt?"

Huo Jinyao also squatted down, not forgetting to take out his mobile phone and call an ambulance.

Su Qingsang reached out and waved in front of Cai Ping: "Auntie, auntie, can you hear me? Auntie—"

"You, you—" Xiang Caiping had you twice, and that sentence couldn't be said.

"How do you hurt? You tell me." Su Qingsang was afraid she hit hard. As for why not say it hit hard.

She was sitting in the front seat just now, knowing that Huo Jinyao's car did not hit the aunt, but was frightened by the sudden appearance of the car, so she fell.

After a few calls, the aunt just looked sad, but didn't say where she hurt.

Su Qingsang's complexion suddenly became delicate, wouldn't this old aunt come to touch porcelain?

She could not help but went to see Huo Jinyao. Huo Jinyao has finished calling. The ambulance arrived, and Su Qingsang was puzzled when he saw the worry on his face.

"Qingsang, what's wrong?"

Green mulberry? It's her. Xiang Caiping's already bewildered eyes widened again.

It really is her.

"You--" Too excited, making Xiang Caiping's face blush. The sound also became a bit dull.

In recent years, except for the aunt who took care of her life, she basically did not talk much. It would be impossible to find words to organize your own language.

When Su Qingsang saw this, his doubts on his face went a little, and he became worried.

"Auntie, are you okay?"

Aunt? How can she call her aunt.

"I, I am--" Xiang Caiping was trying to prove his identity, and his back hurt.

"Auntie, don't move. You may accidentally twist your waist."

When Su Qingsang spoke, she held Xiang Caiping's body to prevent her from getting up casually.

Xiang Caiping wanted to speak, watching Huo Jinyao stand by, but couldn't say it.

Huo Jinyao also regarded this woman who suddenly fell to the ground as touching the porcelain. There are too many such things, especially when driving a luxury car like him.

But even if he touched the porcelain, he was not afraid.

I just saw that the woman who touched the porcelain did not seem to touch the porcelain in general. Until now, she has acted really well, without saying how much it would cost.

And she kept staring at Su Qingsang, what does this mean? Think women speak better?

"Auntie, bear with me, now I will help you look at the injury and do emergency treatment."

When Su Qingsang saw the woman staring at her gaze, she seemed to be guarded and seemed to be something else. She whispered very nicely: "Don't worry. I'm a doctor."

Doctors? Is her daughter a doctor?

The deeper bitterness in Xiang Caiping's eyes, she has never seen this daughter for so many years. I didn't know she was a doctor.

Okay, great.

Su Qingsang was more and more uncomfortable by this woman, but she was used to facing the skeptical glances of the patients when she was too young.