Ye Mo regretted it as soon as he said it.
In such a critical period, how could Tonggu City, which is full of ghosts and gods, casually be friends with a stranger whom he has known for less than a few hours?
But when he looked up at Huang Yiran, who was cheering as if he had won a five-million-dollar jackpot, for some reason, his heart suddenly calmed down.
Suddenly I felt that it would be nice to have a little sister to call me big brother.
"real."
Ye Mo smiled and nodded.
"Oh, great.
I have friends too.
I have a big brother named Ye Mo."
Huang Yiran's face was full of joy, and he danced in the ward, circling around Ye Mo, like the little butterfly flying around the garden, his whole body exuding the light of joy, as happy as a little angel.
Looking at her cute big eyes that narrowed like crescent moons, Ye Mo was unconsciously infected and felt as if his soul was dancing with her.
But within a moment, his heart was shrouded in doubt and heaviness.
Thirteen years old is the best age to go to school and to be sensible.
Logically speaking, a beautiful girl at this time should have many friends.
But looking at Huang Yiran's appearance, it's obvious that she longs for friends, but somehow she doesn't have any.
He just promised to be her friend, and she was as happy as a little baby.
This is very exaggerated, but her expression is very natural, as if she should be so happy after having Ye Mo as a big brother.
"Huang Yiran" Ye Mo was confused and wanted to ask for clarification, so he called her out.
"Big brother.
You can call me by my nickname.
My mommy and daddy, they all call me that."
Huang Yiran's little face bloomed like a little sun, and the warm light made Ye Mo feel warm in his heart.
"Okay.
Still."
Ye Mo nodded: "Please stop now.
I have something to ask you."
"Yeah.
Big brother you" She stopped and looked straight at Ye Mo with her big eyes that looked like crescent moons when she smiled.
Just after she said a few words, her expression suddenly became dull, her eyes closed, and she fell straight down.
"still" Ye Mo was startled, jumped up, and quickly hugged her waist as fast as the wind: "Yiran, how are you?"
He carried her to the hospital bed, patted her little face, and soon pinched her again, trying to wake her up.
At this time, Huang Yiran's little face was pale, without any blood, like a zombie face.
What made Ye Mo feel even more horrified was that her hair and eyebrows turned yellow in just a few seconds.
Her original smooth hair became like weeds.
This was not enough to frighten Ye Mo.
He also found that she only had air coming in and no air coming out.
what does this mean Ye Mo was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting: "Doctor, doctor, nurse, nurse, where are the nurses?
Hurry, there are patients here who are in urgent need of treatment."
He stabilized her, and seeing that no doctor had come yet, he couldn't help but rush out of the ward, shouting loudly in the corridor, with a slightly ferocious look on his face.
Watching a little girl who called me big brother die in front of me, an emotion I had never experienced before emerged in my heart, whether it was fear, confusion, regret, or sadness.
He was in a state of confusion.
He stood in the corridor and watched the many doctors hurriedly pushing Huang Yiran into the operating room.
His body went limp and he almost fell down.
Life is so fragile.
Why would a little girl like a flower get this disease?
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Could it be that this is why she has no friends?
Ye Mo leaned against the wall, his shoulders kept shaking.
He didn't know why he suddenly wanted to cry at this time.
It's not pretentious, not sad, and not emotional.
He didn't know why, but just thinking about the pretty little girl who was happily calling her big brother one moment, suddenly fell to the ground and went to the dark netherworld the next moment, he wanted to cry.
No reason, just want to cry.
This feeling has never happened before, and Ye Mo himself felt very strange.
He wiped the corners of his eyes, which were a little wet.
Looking at the closed operating room, he grinned, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.
Although he does not believe in Buddhism or God.
But at this time, he couldn't help but clasping his hands together and praying to God to bless Huang Yiran through this difficult time.
A brief encounter, a quick farewell.
Ye Mo sighed, then took a few deep breaths and walked towards the door of Huang Yiran's chief surgeon.
What is going on with Huang Yiran?
He wanted to find out
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