Just when he was about to look away, Xie Qingcheng paused and fixed his dark eyes on He Yu. “…So, it’s you.” The look in his eyes irrationally reminded He Yu of a surgical knife. It was abnormally incisive, giving He Yu the strange feeling that he was going to cut open his heart and put it under a microscope. “Nice to meet you,” the young doctor said. “I’ll probably be the one treating your illness in the future.” He Yu was afraid of doctors. He deeply disliked even gentle female doctors, to say nothing of this terrifying apparition emanating stern iciness from head to toe. The eight-year-old
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