"You won't write it, will you? There is a sofa behind you, so you can sit down and watch the live broadcast of Ms. Chen's body close-up."
Before the end of the mechanical voice finished, the TV screen that was originally full of snowflakes was suddenly turned on again.
Chen Meiyu appeared on the screen again.
Looking at the picture on the screen, Yu Se's fists tightened, and at the same time, the corner of his eye glanced towards the direction of the door when she came in.
But it was quiet over there, and there was no sign of the door opening.
My mother is thin and fair.
It's just that white, but it's not normal white.
That's the result of years of less sunshine.
Seeing Chen Meiyu take off her outer shirt, Yu Se's heart was beating fast.
She closed her eyes, she didn't want to look.
But the less you can see it, the clearer the image in your mind is.
In this way, she is covering her ears and stealing the bell.
You can't see it when you close your eyes, but people watching the live broadcast can see everything.
They won't close their eyes.
Ji Beiyi did not show up.
Mo Jingyao didn't show up either.
Yu Se clenched her fists.
The sound of water rang in my ears.
The sound of pattering water is the sound of bathing.
The person taking a bath was none other than Chen Meiyu, her mother.
It was impossible for her to go without washing and eating for so many years.
She wants to live.
You have to endure that kind of life.
A life that never sees the light of day.
Mom is already suffering a lot.
I have been suffering for several years.
And the first time she met her mother was actually under such circumstances.
No.
No.
No.
She really couldn't stand it.
"I...I...I write..."
Yu Se stammered three times before finally speaking.
She had just finished saying the word "write", and while the lingering sound was still there, the patter of water in her ears suddenly stopped.
Subconsciously, I looked up and saw that the image of Chen Meiyu on the TV screen had also disappeared.
A mechanical voice sounded at the same time, "There are pens, paper, and a laptop on the coffee table. If you want to write by hand, you can type it in by hand. If you want to type it in, you can type it in. Now, you can start."
How urgent this is.
Eagerly ask her to write now.
I wish I could get all her medical skills at once.
Yu Se glanced at the coffee table. Sure enough, there were pens, paper, and a laptop on the coffee table.
Reluctantly, she walked over and picked up paper and pen, "I want a desk. The coffee table is too short, so I can't write on it."
"The first room on the left hand side opens the door and there is a desk. That is the study room." The mechanical voice reminded Yu Se.
This has been arranged long ago.
As long as she writes, they will arrange everything for her.
Yu Se walked towards the first room on the left.
The door was unlocked and opened with a push.
When we walked in, there was indeed a desk.
The moment she walked in, there was an almost invisible hesitation.
In just a moment, he walked to the desk in the study and sat down.
Then he spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and started writing.
One stroke after another, write down every medical skill you have obtained in your memory.
However, writing is really slow and cannot be compared to typing on a computer.
If she wanted these medical skills, she thought she would have to use a computer to input them.
But these people really didn't force her to type in the computer, but let her write slowly.
These people are not stupid, and their intuition tells Yu Se that there must be something wrong with this.
But she couldn't think of it for a while.
All I can do is keep writing and writing.
However, I didn’t write much in half an hour.
She wrote not only prescriptions, but also medical theories.
Only by understanding medical science can we prescribe the right medicine for the disease.