Chapter 92: A heart is higher than the sky

The song sounded in White's mind. He stared at Evelyn. He invited: "Our hobbies and styles are very close. If we have the opportunity, we can go to the stage play together."
"Before that. Please win this battle first." Evelyn smiled, dimples on her right cheek.
"Well, then I invite you first. Watch this dramatic performance. I'm sure you will be very satisfied." White said.
At this moment, what reminded White was Li Tian, ​​who was dancing with him on the beach in Tahiti. He found that the same song faces different girls. He will react differently.
Evelyn allowed White to be redeemed, and then fell into infinite darkness.
They came to the Stanford Hospital and entered one after another. The smell of disinfectant is still strong, pungent into the nose and mouth. Evelyn said: "I wanted to be a doctor in high school, but later because of my busy work, I didn't continue this ideal."
"I guess you are not a doctor to save the wounded." White said.
Evelyn looked at White, her pure white eyes shocked.
Evelyn said, "White, are there any doctors rushing to save the wounded?"
White did not answer. Because he really didn't know.
"I met Sara at an event two years ago. She was already sick at that time. But she was so strong. Looking at her appearance, she couldn't imagine that Sara was born with blood cancer." Yves Lin said, "This is her sixth year of treatment, but unfortunately, she relapsed not long ago. You know, this disease is easy to relapse due to external factors."
White said, "Yes."
"I never wanted to show a little pity for Sara-in fact, she didn't want others to treat her like that and treat her as a patient. Children of this age always hope to have partners. Yes, treat her as normal The partner that people look upon. I tried to do this as much as possible. This is the second year. I hope to continue like this. Be with Sara." Evelyn opened the door, "In front of Sara, you will find that she is like an angel Just as pure and beautiful. In front of her, it makes people calm."
The door opened, and the heating wafting from inside wrapped Evelyn and White who were standing at the door.
The little Sara in the room was wearing an oxygen mask, and the water in the oxygen tank above her head puffed.
Seeing the two people coming in, the nurse who was standing by the bed and fiddled with Sarah woke Sarah who had been keeping her eyes closed. Sara opened her eyes unexpectedly, and when she saw Evelyn, a smile appeared on her face. Looking further back, White followed in. Sarah's expression had unspeakable joy.
Sara straightened up with the help of the nurse, and her voice came from the oxygen mask. Every time Sarah spoke, Sarah's long eyelashes seemed to cover her lower eyelids. The exhaled air flow hits the surface of the oxygen mask, floating a layer of misty water vapor.
"I didn't expect at all that you would come on this day today—" Sara's dull voice came from the oxygen mask, with a feeble weakness. But from her expression, Sarah was still trying to prevent being seen as weak.
"Do you still know this?" Evelyn walked over and introduced White to Sarah.
"Of course I remember." Sarah Baishengsheng's face looked delicate and lovely, "White, right?"
White said, "Yes. This is White. Sarah has a good memory."
Sara said: "Are you a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship?"
White said, "No."
Sarah nodded clearly.
According to the nurse's understanding, it turned out that Sara's blood condition had changed last night. Her white blood cells suddenly rose rapidly, but this was not a good thing. Because the viral factors in her blood have not decreased, the increase in white blood cells represents the occurrence of inflammation.
"Fortunately, there is a special doctor on duty in the special ward. Otherwise, it will be troublesome." said the nurse wearing purple glasses.
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"Where's Sara's attending physician? What did she say?"
"Doctor Mouton is still in the early consultation."
"Didn't you come here?"
"Yes, not at all."
Seeing Evelyn glanced at herself, White understood. He took the blood test sheet from the cabinet next to it and said, "I will bring the doctor. It's Mao Dun, right? I see."
White walked out of the heated hospital room and raised his watch to check the time.
Oh, early consultation at 8:30 in the morning.
Go to the eight-thirty morning clinic.
White speeded up and stopped before reaching the physician's office. Usually need to think again, will the doctor come to work at this time? But soon, White picked up the pace again. According to the little nurse, the doctor named Mouton must already be there.
So, why is Dr. Mouton so indifferent to Sara's condition?
"Sara's parents are ordinary workers."
This sentence suddenly rang in White's mind.
When White came to the attending physician's office, he didn't even have to go to the morning clinic to know that Dr. Mouton was inside. When the door opened and laughter came from inside, a white figure came out from inside. White gave in just right.
This middle-aged woman, about forty to five years old, has well-maintained skin and a bitter face.
Physician Mouton came out of the water cup with the hot water vapor floating in the air from the cup.
Seeing White, Dr. Mouton first showed an indifferent attitude. She glanced at White casually, then walked aside. Behind him followed a trainee doctor, young. The doctor trainee caught up with her, and the two figures slowly overlapped and then separated.
White was ignored as if it were taken for granted.
Dr. Morton looked at White like a tramp on the side of the road.
This made White couldn't help but wonder, is it because of his lack of dignity today, or whether these doctors with a higher heart are born superior to others?
White sat down on the aisle chair next to the physician's office, waiting for Dr. Morton to come again.
That was after ten minutes. At this time, only Dr. Mouton came over. The trainee doctor beside her disappeared.
As soon as White stood up, the noble Physician Mowton said at the door: "If there is nothing wrong, don't think this is a place you can come casually."
"I see." White said calmly. "Then I'll say it straightforwardly. I'm here for Sara."
"Sara?"
A trace of doubt flashed across Dr. Mouton's face, and then she turned around and walked inside as if she understood.
When Dr. Mouton spoke again, she was already sitting on her desk.