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Zhou Guifang thought for a while, "I have an impression of that book."

She walked to the wooden box and squatted down, reaching out and rummaging inside.

"When your grandfather was still alive, he often looked through it, and there were a lot of his handwritten prescriptions in it. I later organized these books, and I was afraid of losing them, so I put them in the middle."

Shi Xiahe's heart tightened, "But there isn't one here."

Zhou Guifang paused, as if she suddenly remembered something, and looked up at her.

"By the way, did Xiao Shen come back to get your books?"

Shi Xiahe froze, "When?"

Zhou Guifang didn't notice that her expression was wrong and recalled it carefully.

"It seems like three months ago, in February. He came to the hospital and asked me for the key. He said that you were busy preparing materials for the review of your medical qualification certificate and you had to work part-time, so you didn't have time to come back."

She paused and then said, "I thought you knew."

Shi Xiahe clenched his fingertips little by little.

She doesn't know.

She never let Shi Shen come back to pick up the books, and she never let him touch the things left by his grandfather.

Those medical books were the last thoughts that her grandfather left for her after the family was destroyed.She was even careful when reading it herself, for fear of folding the pages or soiling the annotations. How could she let others pick it up casually?

Zhou Guifang finally noticed something was wrong and looked at her worriedly.

"Xiaohe, don't you know?"

Shi Xiahe came back to his senses, suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips.

"I know."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid that if she said one more word, her emotions would be revealed.

"I remembered, he told me, maybe I forgot."

Zhou Guifang breathed a sigh of relief, "Then ask him where he put it."

"Yeah." Shi Xiahe picked up the phone, turned around and walked out, "I'll go out and make a call."

Half an hour ago, Seoul.

Today is the weekend, and Yan Jinshen rarely rests.

He drove around the city, and when he came to his senses, the car was parked under the rental building in the old city.

He sat in the car for a long time without getting in.

Finally, he pushed the door open and got out of the car, leaning against the car door and lighting a cigarette.

White smoke rose from his fingers and was quickly blown away by the wind.

Yan Jin lowered his eyes deeply and looked at the spark, his eyes a little complicated.

In just a few days, he even learned to smoke.

In the past, Xia He wouldn't allow him to touch these things. She always said that smoking hurts the lungs, blood, and nerves, and would list a bunch of dangers to him in a serious manner.He thought she was nagging at that time, but he really didn't touch her much.

But her knowledge is limited after all.

She didn't know that the cigarettes smoked by some people were different from those smoked by ordinary people.I don’t know that many things will be redefined as long as they stand in a certain position.

Yan Jin took a deep breath and quickly frowned again.

It doesn't taste good.

At least not as relaxing as he imagined.

He has been drying Shi Xia He for two weeks.

They had quarreled before, but they had never been in a cold war for so long.Every time he went back, she would prepare a table of meals waiting for him, no delicacies, just a few home-cooked dishes and a bowl of hot porridge.

But I don’t know why, but those things are more memorable than Yan’s exquisite dishes that are so exquisite that you can’t go wrong.

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