MTL - My Son is a Transmigrated Prince-Chapter 66 066

New Year's Eve is going to buy New Year's products, this is Song Yuan's favorite link. The lanterns are colorful everywhere, and the flavor is very strong. Song Yuan took Rong Ting to the supermarket to make a big purchase.

Originally, couplets were bought every year. This year Song Yuan bought only red paper. So solemnly, the task of writing couplets was given to Rong Ting.

There is a child who can write brush characters at home, so there is no need to buy couplets.

Song Yuan likes to visit the stationery area. Rong Ting has a lot of pencils, but she still bought him pencils and books. She bought several pencil sharpeners, not to mention the sweet smell and sweet rubber. Rong Ting was helpless, and he knew he couldn't help her.

In the end, Song Yuan picked and bought a very cute diary with a lock for Rong Ting, "This is for you, you will learn to write a diary soon, rest assured that your mother will not peek at your diary. , Write whatever you want. "

That being said, she doesn't know if she will become a parent who is interested in children's secrets in the future.

When she was in high school, her parents visited her personal space every day. Of course, these two people are a bright hall.

Song Yuan wanted to treat amnesia, not just to talk about it. In the past few days, she checked the information online, and finally found that one of her high school classmates was working as a nurse at the People's Hospital. This is a surprise, everyone knows that an acquaintance is good. In handling matters, she has a good relationship with this high school classmate. Don't look at having graduated for many years, but until now, they are still in the circle of friends who like and comment on each other. In the Internet era, this is equivalent to half a girlfriend.

She contacted this classmate on WeChat. She did not say that she was going to treat amnesia, she only said that she was a friend. There have been more examples of innocent students this year, and she has no psychological burden.

On this day, she wanted to go to the hospital under the banner of visiting her classmates. The classmates worked as nurses in the inpatient department. They were working in three shifts. Today, she was in day shift. She bought some food and drove to the hospital.

High school classmates were very happy to see her, but there weren't many people at the nurse's desk at the moment, and she was not good enough to walk away. The two stood at the nurse's desk to chat.

"I asked the doctor about this situation. The doctor said that amnesia is generally divided into two cases. One is physical. For example, if the brain is damaged, it may cause amnesia. The other is psychological, as if There is a defense mechanism in human psychology. If you are psychologically traumatized, it will also lead to amnesia. The former can be treated in the hospital's neurology department, and the latter should go to a professional psychiatrist. This is a case by case . "

"Yuanyuan, you are really the same as before, you are very concerned about your friends, and you came to the hospital to ask."

Song Yuan blushed with such praise, after all, she was the one who lost her memory ...

"You wait for me for a maximum of ten minutes. When my colleague comes over, I can go to eat. Today I invite you to eat." High school classmates are very enthusiastic, "There is a string of hot pot near our hospital that tastes very good. , I remember you like spicy food. "

"it is good."

After the nurse handed over the class, high school classmates were going to change clothes, and Song Yuan followed her. The nurse also had her own lounge, but she had to go to the elevator. The inpatient department of this people's hospital was almost full, especially when it was a new year. There are beds in the aisle. There are also many people waiting for the elevator, and the elevators in the hospital are also full.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Song Yuan followed his classmates. The man was crowded. He finally got into the elevator and raised his head, but saw a doctor in a white coat go out.

Song Yuan paused suddenly, his heart pounding! That doctor, he, he is like the brother in her dream!

She wanted to rush out when she first reacted, but someone was blocking her in front of her, but she didn't know what to do. The whole person's brain was blank, and the dreams about the brothers that had been done in an instant poured into the mind. She stood shyly, thinking about the ending of Rong Ting's final battle on the battlefield, and felt the wind blowing in her ears for a while. When she returned to God again, she was pulled out by her classmates. elevator.

"Yuanyuan, what's the matter with you?" Then the classmate reacted, watching her look blank, and pulled her hand again. "Was it uncomfortable?"

Song Yuan's eyes were slightly hot, but he still repressed the emotion, and asked calmly, "Is there just a doctor in the elevator just now?"

"Yes? There were too many people just now. I didn't notice. What happened?"

"The doctor is on the fourth floor of the inpatient department. He, he ..." Song Yuan said more and more anxious. She wanted to describe the appearance of the doctor, but the more she wanted to say, the poorer the words. "He probably has a meter. Eight or so, it is a single eyelid, the skin is not very white, he ... he ... "

She doesn't know how to describe it!

The classmate looked at her disgusted appearance, and simply pulled her to sit on the side of the chair, listened to Song Yuan's simple description, and then thought about what doctors were in the inpatient department, and suddenly realized, "I know what you said is Who is it, Dr. Meng, right? He is a doctor in the cardiovascular department. What's wrong? Do you know him? "

Song Yuan nodded, and then quickly shook her head. She asked carefully: "Can you take me to see him? He looks like someone I know, I don't know if it is him."

If it was someone else, the classmate would have thought that she wanted to catch Kaizi. After all, Dr. Meng is also a hot bachelor in this hospital. Many nurses and even female patients like him, but the person who said this is Song Yuan, she is not so Think about it, Song Yuan was the school flower of their school when they were in high school. Like goddesses of this level, where do you need to chase a man ...

"Well, okay, but Dr. Meng is very busy. Maybe he will go to the room."

"It doesn't matter." Song Yuan bit her lip. She didn't know what happened to her. She just wanted to see what was going on.

"You wait for me to change my clothes. I happen to go to the nurse's desk and tell my colleague something."

"it is good."

After the classmates changed their clothes, the two took the elevator to the fourth floor of the inpatient department. The classmate took her to the door of the on-site doctor's office, pointed to Dr. Meng who was washing his hands, and whispered, "This is Dr. Meng He is very popular in our hospital. He returned from studying abroad the previous year. He is a talented student, and the dean likes him very much. "

Song Yuan clutched the bag with both hands, and she alluded to her throat. As soon as she stepped into the office with one foot, Dr. Meng just turned around.

With four eyes facing each other, after Song Yuan saw his face clearly, he did not know whether it was disappointment or fortunate, and his heart suddenly fell.

Are there really two people in this world who look exactly the same? It may, but the chance is too small.

The doctor Meng in front of her really looks a lot like her dream brother, but if you take a closer look, it doesn't look exactly the same, about seven or eight points, and it looks almost the same when viewed in a darker place. It's hard to tell, but when Dr. Meng stood in a bright place and took a closer look, he could see that the two looked different.

Yeah, how could there be so many things crossing this world, if it was reincarnation ... that would not be that person anymore, would it?

When Dr. Meng saw Song Yuan, his expression was a little surprised. He froze a moment, quickly returned to God, and asked with a smile: "May I ask what kind of bed you are? Dr. Wang went back."

Song Yuan shook his head and lowered his head again, his voice was a little low, "I went wrong, sorry."

"It's okay." Dr. Meng said mildly.

The sound is also different ...

Song Yuan turned around and walked out of the office. She smiled bitterly. What was she doing? Rong Ting said that her brother in ancient times had already died in the battlefield. It may be that she had fantasies and thought that Rong Ting and Rong Hong both crossed Come here, maybe her ancient brother will also come through, she feels that she is whimsical.

At a noon hot pot, Song Yuan was absent-minded. Fortunately, the classmate also worked overtime until he was unconscious. The hot pot also only ate after more than half an hour. The classmate was very enthusiastic and asked her to contact her later.

When Song Yuan drove, she did not dare to think wildly. She got up and focused on the road ahead. It was almost thirty years old, and there were many cars and many people. No one wanted to have any accidents during this Chinese New Year. . She is especially afraid of getting in trouble. Everything else can be a salty fish, but she is very serious about driving. Generally, she does not answer the phone while driving, which shows how much she obeys the traffic rules.

All the way back to the neighborhood safely, she just parked her car and saw Rong Hong's driver downstairs.

She had thought that Rong Hong had come, and when the driver came to her, she hadn't seen him before she had seen him.

Sun Qiming's attitude towards Song Yuan was particularly good, and he was quick to catch up with Rong Hong's respect. "Miss Song, the boss heard that this city has the custom of buying flowers in the New Year. Let me come and give you flowers."

Song Yuan's hometown does have this custom, and this time she bought some flowers at the flower market and put them at home.

It's just that the distance between this city and Beijing is not short. Let the driver come to give her flowers?

Song Yuan looked confused, and Sun Qiming hurriedly added: "My hometown is in a neighboring city. The boss will let me drop you flowers when I return for the festival this time. The boss said that the plum blossoms were good this time and gave me some."

Of course, Sun Qiming did not receive any plum blossoms, but he received two months more wages than in previous years. He has been with the boss for a long time now, and he has become particularly proficient at watching and watching. His wife once teased him and said that he now has a sense of seeing the **** ...

So this is ah.

Sun Qiming opened the trunk and the plum blossoms were so beautiful and beautiful that Song Yuan couldn't help but marvel.

This plum is not heavy, Song Yuan declined the suggestion that Sun Qiming was going to help her. When she returned home with that plum, Rong Ting was reading a book.

"Does this plum blossom look good?" Song Yuan changed his shoes and showed this plum blossom to Rong Ting.

"It's okay." Rong Ting asked casually, "Mother went to the flower market again today?"

"No, it was sent by your father." Song Yuan was still feeling, "This plum blossom is so beautiful."

Rong Ting's expression was stagnant, and the movement of turning the book was paused. He raised his head and frowned. "Mother, this plum blossom was sent by the father and the emperor?"

"Yes, his driver lives in a neighboring city. The driver happened to be home for the Chinese New Year, so he sent some flowers by the way."

Rong Ting lowered her head, and there was a deep expression of doubt on Baozi's face.

He had secretly ran to the father's secret room several times. There were many portraits of the mother-in-law in the father's secret room. Most of these portraits had plum blossoms.

Isn't the father emperor amnesia? What's wrong with this plum? Is it a coincidence?

Rong Ting was lost in thought.