Chapter 69: Stanford Hospital

A young man walked outside the door.
Short hair, blond, eyes of the same color, tall and thin, wearing a student shirt and glasses.
White glanced over his golden eyes, then withdrew his gaze, and walked outside the door.
Vaguely heard the dialogue between Professor Gomez and this young man.
"Is it done?"
"Everything is going well."
"That's great. Philip, you are here. I have an idea to tell you about this..."
The door closed, White walked out of the office, and the sound behind him naturally disappeared.
The place where White volunteered was at Stanford Hospital, not far from Stanford University. This may be more appropriate to be called a medical center. It is built in a beige-white building group, divided into different construction groups such as children's hospital and medical center.
In front of the gray stone stele, there is a large and expansive lawn, dotted with different red and green flowers, and the words "Children's Hospital" are painted in heavier thick gray on the stone stele.
Behind the stele is a towering tree with luxuriant branches and sturdy branches.
It seems that history is not long ago. It stretches out towering branches and leaves like a patron saint. When people walk down, they only feel a refreshing moment. Mottled shadows cast on the ground, and sunlight casts through the gaps.
Fortunately, in the afternoon, the sun is not very strong.
Or maybe it's because of the tall buildings.
White was walking past the stone stele of the Children's Hospital, where many parents took their children to see the doctor, and White mixed in among the group of people and walked into the hospital.
Through the glass door, White came to the inside of the hospital.
Spacious, clean and quiet.
Because there are different categories, it looks very empty and quiet.
In front of the counter stood a nurse wearing a white nurse's hat and purple glasses.
White always felt that these foreign girls put on a nurse's outfit and their weird visual impact. Before seeing this on the TV, they still feel the same after seeing a real person.
White had already written down the ward number. He walked through the long and winding corridor and through a group of people in white coats. He walked quietly and smoothly, arriving at his destination unhurriedly.
This is a girl with leukemia.
White had known it before he came, and he stood outside the door, thinking whether he would have a bad rest on the girl named Sarah if he rushed forward.
White finally knocked on the door and pushed it open.
It surprised White for a while.
With beige curtains, white hospital beds, and clean hospital rooms, there were one or two men holding cameras.
The black camera was facing the two people on the hospital bed.
To be precise, they took Sarah on the bed and the girl sitting on the edge of the bed.
White's intrusion surprised both parties.
"You are..." One of the men who raised the camera reacted first, put the camera down slightly, revealing a pair of black eyes, and asked.
It seems to overlap.
excuse me.
White thought to himself, apologizing politely, and closing the door easily.
At the same time, his eyes were drawn across the girl beside the hospital bed. The person did not look here, with his chin slightly raised, his skin was white and white, his cheeks were thin and his eyes were clear.
White closed the door quietly.
Thinking of her face in his head.
Looking from the side, his nose is very pointed, his lips are thin, and he has a slightly mocking angle. I don't know if it is because he thinks too much or because of the curvature of his lips.
I am wearing a sweater, which is a test of cold resistance this season.
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The blouse set off her collarbone perfectly, and at a glance, the shoulders to the neck were white, white to reflective, which made people dazzling.
White sat down on one of the benches, feeling a chill in his hips, and sitting on a silver chair underneath.
The girl's face was familiar, but she couldn't tell who it was. When White swept her gaze over her, the girl seemed to accept her normal gaze and turned a blind eye.
When White entered, the two men holding the cameras were clearly shooting the subject.
Love theme.
Because the girl with white skin is peeling apples for Sarah on the bed.
They seemed to be talking and laughing.
"It should be a famous person..." White's throat rolled, and he thought in his heart. He slowly closed his eyes and leaned his back against the wall behind, looking very casual.
The time for White to wait is not long, and it only lasts about ten minutes.
The people inside should be so scrupulous about White.
Because when they came out, they took the initiative to say hello to White and apologized very politely.
White cast his gaze from them to the cold girl behind her. She had fine and thin bangs, a short braid on the back of her head, black braids, black bangs, and black eyeballs.
By the way, there was a small but obvious mole on her left cheek, next to her nose, and under her eyes.
I couldn't associate this expressionless appearance with the scene of talking and laughing with Sara just now.
Is it really cheating?
Does anyone know. It is not a good thing to guess and jump to conclusions.
Self-righteous people can never succeed.
White stopped speculating about the girl. In fact, when she came out of the room and passed White, White had already looked away.
"Today's subject was very successful, and we can have a business relationship." Two men holding cameras spoke to each other.
"Before handing it over to the newspaper, you must take a closer look, lest you lose the handle."
"Of course."
"..."
The white-skinned girl and White passed by.
Fresh fragrance.
White was expressionless, looked ahead, opened the door, and walked in.
The door closed.
The girl, the photographer, all disappeared.
Sarah on the bed is reading a book. On the side table of the hospital bed is a stack of small plates with sliced ​​apples in it.
The six-year-old Sara looked as calm as ten.
Her pale skin seemed to have a clear view of the blood and tissues below.
And when White came in, Sara turned her head, with a smile on her face. At that moment, it was impossible to associate the pale child with leukemia.
She looks almost like a little angel.
White thought to himself, walked over, walked to the bed, and squatted before Sarah.
He didn't know what to say for a while, looking at Sara's eyes, so he didn't speak immediately.
"Are you and Sister Evelyn together?" Sara asked curiously.
"Evelyn?"
White quickly reacted, and Evelyn that Sarah spoke of was just leaving the ward, the cold and white girl just now.
They seem to have a good relationship. Sarah still had a nostalgic expression on her face when she talked about Evelyn.