The next day, Song Mi took the earliest general bus to Beining Hospital.

It was still early, there were not many people in the hospital, and the queue for registration was not very long.

Song Mi saw the queue at the end of the queue, and looked outside. There were many stalls selling breakfast at the entrance of the hospital, and planned to go out and buy something to eat later.

The doctor just yesterday told her to eat three meals a day.

When it was her turn, the registration staff asked her which subject she had passed.

Knowing that the possibility was unlikely, she still asked bravely: "Dr. Xu from the Department of Neurology, can you make an appointment for a specialist?"

"Doctor Xu's expert number is not available. You can make an appointment online. If you can't make an appointment online, you won't be able to make an appointment when you come to the hospital," the other party said.

Song Mi nodded in disappointment and said, "That's it."

"Then do I want to help you get a regular number from the Department of Neurology?"

"No need for now, thank you."

Song Mi came out of the registration desk, left the outpatient department, and went to the hospital entrance to buy a cup of soy milk and a flower roll. After scanning the QR code to pay, she turned around and noticed a large poster on the outer wall of the hospital.

The upper part of the poster is an introduction to the qualifications of Bac Ninh Hospital, and the lower part is a detailed profile of the well-known doctors in the branch.

Song Mi found the department of neurology and planned to see if there were any other specialists. Later, he could make an appointment online.

Opposite the outpatient department is the inpatient building. At the window of a ward on the third floor of the inpatient department, a pale and thin man stood.

His gaze fell far away and fell on Song Mi, who was concentrating on reading the doctor's profile wall.

He could only see his back.

After watching for a while, Tan Wenzhou called the nurse to change his clothes. The nurse asked: "Why does Mr. Tan suddenly need to change clothes, but he has to go out?"

It was just a matter of changing clothes. Tan Wenzhou was already out of breath from exhaustion. He adjusted his collar, curled his pale lips and said, "I just want to go for a walk and get some fresh air."

Nurse: "Then I will accompany you?"

Tan Wenzhou waved his hand: "No need."

Before he left, the nurse warned: "Mr. Tan should come back early, and my wife will come to see you later."

Tan Wenzhou coughed twice and said hello.

-

Song Mi was biting a scroll while reading the doctor's introduction to neurology. After reading through it, he found that except for Dr. Xu, there were no other outstanding doctors in the neurology department, and the rest had mediocre qualifications.

She began to feel a little discouraged.

At this moment, a man's weak but clear voice came from beside him: "Miss Song, why are you in the hospital so early? What's wrong with you?"

Song Mi was frightened and turned around, so frightened that half of the flower scroll in his hand fell to the ground.

It made the man chuckle softly.

Song Mi took a closer look and found that it was the Mr. Wen he had met yesterday. He was very different today. He was no longer in a wheelchair and was not wearing a hospital gown.

He was wearing a black long-sleeved thin sweater, gray casual pants, and his face was as pale as paper.

【Stay away from that person.】

Talking about Xize's words, they automatically echoed in her mind, reminding her all the time.

Song Mi didn't answer, he bent down and picked up half of the flower roll that fell on the ground with the food plastic bag in his hand, threw it into the trash can next to him and wanted to leave.

Tan Wenzhou was so keen that he noticed something was wrong almost immediately. He took a step forward with a smile and blocked the way: "Miss Song, are you afraid of me?"

Song Mi was forced to stop.

She choked and shook her head no.

Tan Wenzhou tilted his face slightly, his eyes a little sophisticated: "If you don't, then why do you leave immediately when you see me? Could it be that I can eat people?"

"..."

Song Mi didn't know how to answer the conversation, and all he could think about was the sentence about Xize.

Stay away from that person.

Tan Wenzhou looked at her calmly for a few seconds, then glanced at the introduction wall and asked, "Are you looking for Dr. Xu from the Department of Neurology?"

This made Song Mi a little surprised and couldn't help but raise his head and ask: "How do you know?"

This was the first time that Tan Wenzhou felt that this little girl was interesting. His eyes fell on Dr. Xu's self-introduction, he raised his chin and said, "You were just staring at her eagerly."

Song Mi didn't answer.

Tan Wenzhou was not repelled by the coldness, nor did he leave. He only continued to say: "It's hard to get an appointment with Dr. Xu's expert account. I heard that the ticket sellers have to pay thousands for each ticket."

Song Mi said succinctly.

After a moment of silence, Tan Wenzhou said: "Miss Song, if you want to make an appointment with Dr. Xu, I can help you a little. It won't be a problem to get you a recent expert number."

His attitude was just right, without being overly attentive and offensive.

Song Mi was afraid that having a relationship with this person would make Tan Xize unhappy, so he declined directly: "Mr. Wen, you are not rewarded for your merits. Besides, we are not very familiar with each other, so no need to do it. Thank you for your kindness."

"..."

Tan Wenzhou is not a good person. After hearing Song Mi's answer and from the subtle changes in her expression, he could tell that his brother must have said something to Song Mi, nothing more than talking about him.

Bad words.

After thinking for a while, he thought about it and then said: "You don't have to rush to reject me. If you really need my help, you can help me."

Song Mi just smiled politely, shook his head, and said with a bit more determination in his tone: "It's really not necessary."

Tan Wenzhou closed his fists with his hands, covered his lips and coughed twice. He squinted his eyes and looked at her with a slight smile: "Miss Song, I don't know how Mr. Tan introduced my relationship with him, and I don't know how he described me to you.

But I want to tell you something."

"..."

"I'm not a bad person."

Before Song Mi could speak, he laughed sarcastically and continued: "As a dying person with terminal cancer, what bad things can I do?"

Song Mi listened silently, thought for a moment, and said, "I just think it's a little strange that Mr. Wen insists on providing help to someone he has only met for the second time."

"What's weird?"

Tan Wenzhou was very precise in his words, "When did kindness start to feel weird? That's really chilling."

Song Mi couldn't defeat this man. She took a sip of soy milk, was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Mr. Wen, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving."

Before leaving, Tan Wenzhou stopped her, with a smile on his pale face and his brows as quiet as a cold moon. He said, "Miss Song, I hope to see you again."

He spoke so solemnly, as solemnly as if he would die tomorrow.

Song Mi said nothing and hurriedly turned around and left.

On the bus back, Song Mi sat in the back seat in a daze, Mr. Wen's eyebrows kept appearing in his mind, and he always felt that something was wrong.

After a while, she realized that the man's features were very similar to Tan Xize's.

Is it a coincidence?

But having said that, this trip this morning was in vain. I could only check online after returning home to see if there were any other doctors in Ducheng who were good at performing Parkinson's surgery.

After all, this is no small matter and needs to be planned carefully.

But some accidents happened suddenly and did not allow her to make plans slowly. As soon as she got home, she saw Song Tianming running downstairs in a hurry. She hurriedly asked: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Song Tianming rushed to the coffee table to get his mobile phone and said, "Your grandma fell down while going to the toilet and fainted! I'll call an ambulance!"

Song Mi was frightened when he heard this, and he was immediately stunned.

While waiting for the ambulance to arrive, Song Mi learned from her father that her grandma's Parkinson's disease might have worsened, causing her legs to tremble and tremble, so she fell down due to instability.

The ambulance arrived quickly. The medical staff used a mobile stretcher to put grandma into the ambulance. The father and daughter also got into the carriage and went to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, grandma sent her directly to the emergency department. After a brain CT scan and a full spine CT scan, the doctor read the report and said: "It's nothing serious and I didn't break any bones. It's just that the Parkinson's disease has worsened and I can't even walk unsteadily."

Now, go to a neurology department. It’s best to perform a brain pacemaker surgery on the elderly person as soon as possible to improve the symptoms.”

"..."

The incident happened suddenly, and Song Mi had no choice but to listen to the doctor and get a neurologist's number first, even if it wasn't Dr. Xu's.

The emergency building of Bac Ninh Hospital is built next to the inpatient department, and each floor between the two buildings is connected by a long overpass for traffic.

It will be closer to the outpatient department if you go through the inpatient department.

Song Mi stepped onto the overpass and looked up. There was a long unmanned overpass, with only half-slanted sunlight shining on the ground.

Her steps were hurried.

After passing half of the overpass, a figure appeared at the other end. Song Mi looked over and found that it was a doctor in a white coat pushing a wheelchair, as if he was taking a walk and communicating, with a faint smile on the doctor's face.

The person in the wheelchair is none other than Mr. Wen.

Song Mi didn't pay too much attention. She only glanced briefly and then looked away. Until she saw the name tag worn by the doctor - Dr. Xu from the Department of Neurology.

It was Dr. Xu who was particularly good at performing Parkinson's surgery.
To be continued...