Xiao Lin sat opposite Muchun, his hands trembling slightly.

Muchun sat quietly with the novel in front of her but did not pick it up.

When Chu Sisi came back with the makeup box, she caught Mu Chun's eyes and quietly stepped back without stepping into the clinic.

Mu Chun's eyes seemed to be paying attention all the time. In Chu Sisi's opinion, he must have something to say to Xiao Lin, and it was not convenient for her to be present.

What could it be?

It must be about Xiao Lin.

She didn't want to eavesdrop on the patient's treatment. Since Muchun deliberately refused to let her in, the patient's privacy should be protected. On this point, a law student might be more sensitive than a medical student.

Muchun and Xiaolin sat there for fifteen minutes.

The sunshine outside the window gradually brightens, the morning mist has dispersed, and it is a picturesque autumn day with blue sky and white clouds.

"If you want a brain tomography scan, you need to bring your medical insurance card."

Mu Chun tore open a piece of chocolate and chewed it while talking. He also put his finger to his mouth and licked the chocolate on his finger.

"Don't you want to eat some? Don't you want to eat?"

Xiao Lin shook his head and tried hard to restrain his desire for sweets.

Muchun put the novel aside, took out a piece of A4 white paper from the printer, took two pens, and scribbled on his fingers.

Xiao Lin clenched her teeth on the straw, holding the orange juice bottle firmly in her hand. The straw in her mouth had long been flattened, and the paper straw gradually melted and stuck between Xiao Lin's teeth.

Muchun admired his painting with great interest, holding it in front of him and looking at it again and again.

"Xiao Lin, have you ever painted?"

What does it mean? Xiao Lin doesn't understand.

"I studied for two years when I was in junior high school and only know some simple sketch basics."

"Is that a cylinder, circle, cone, pyramid, triangle, etc.?"

Xiao Lin nodded blankly.

"That's easy. There are only triangles and circles on this picture."

Xiao Lin looked at the picture drawn by Mu Chun. It was true that there were only triangles and circles, but she didn't understand what these triangles and circles meant.

I'm afraid it would be difficult for anyone to understand it at a glance.

Muchun admired himself for a long time and was extremely confident in his creation.

"The triangle in the upper left corner is the liver, and the small circles on the right are your fat. The oblong circle in the middle is your muscles. There are blood vessels in the muscles, and the blood vessels contain your glucose and insulin. Do you understand?"

Xiao Lin nodded.

"When a person develops diabetes, he or she needs to test blood sugar levels. How do you usually test it? Do you use a blood glucose meter?"

“Sometimes it works, but”

"But you don't have that much time to spend every day checking your blood sugar, using insulin-releasing drugs on time and in the right amount, or taking insulin treatment, right?"

The tears that had just stopped flowing began to flow again.

"I've been like this since I was little. Diabetes, diabetes, diabetes ruined everything for me."

"Diabetes ruins many people's lives."

Yes Yes.

Hearing what Muchun said, Xiaolin cried harder and harder.

"No one understands, no one, I have no friends at all. Since elementary school, I have felt that they are whispering behind my back, saying things like she is sick, and I want to say, I have diabetes, and it is not my fault.

, many people in my family have this problem. But who wants to listen to your explanation? They will say, that guy is too pitiful, he can’t eat snacks during class, and he can’t drink strawberry milk.”

"They think you are different from them, so they don't approach you."

"Not only that, but later on, I didn't know how to be friends with them. Whenever I talked to others, there was a voice in my heart saying, don't do this, don't think about making friends, they will dislike you."

"It's just different, but it's enough to make people dislike it."

Muchun's tone was very calm, like a voiceover, without any emotion.

But Xiao Lin had already started crying. Perhaps because of unstable blood sugar, she was extremely excited.

Chu Sisi also heard Xiaolin's cry in the treatment room opposite. The cry was no longer the soft whisper when she spoke. It was lively and sweet. The cry contained low resentment.

The backlog must have been too long. A girl who no one likes will be very uncomfortable in school. Loneliness is a destructive thing.

"It's really disgusting. You won't understand it. People who haven't experienced it won't understand that kind of disgust. With a look, a tone, or even in class, you can feel like you are being laughed at or being said to at any time.

Something bad."

"You're just sick, I can't blame you."

"No, it's my fault. They are right. Diabetes doesn't make you fat. Why is she so fat? Diabetes is all fake."

"Those students who speak ill of others should really die."

Hearing what Mu Chun said, Xiao Lin stared at Mu Chun with her listless eyes, as if she had seen a monster.

Why does the doctor talk like this?

Is this a doctor?

"Isn't it? If I have a chance, I will definitely take revenge on those people."

Muchun shook his fist in the air with an angry look on his face, as if he really wanted to hit someone.

"But things have gotten a lot better since I entered university. Everything is different. I have friends now, and it's a pleasure to rehearse together."

Xiao Lin's face was filled with happiness.

"Is it because you have lost weight? Diabetics need to pay great attention to their diet when losing weight. I guess you must be willful and cut out carbohydrates at will."

"I don't understand either. I've had enough. But you can see that I'm fine now. I have to go to the rehearsal later. We will perform next month."

"Is it a dance?"

"how do you know?"

"You have a figure that looks like a dancer."

"I like to dance ballet, but my mother objects to it. She objects to many things I do, but ballet is the one she can't accept the most."

"You have a good temperament when dancing ballet. Your flexibility is also good. You must be able to open your figure and show it to me. By the way, I don't have the kind of mat you use for practicing."

"Actually, if you dance professionally, you don't need any mats. We just do it on the floor of the dance studio."

Muchun interjected: "No, no, that's the floor of a special dance studio. Otherwise, I'll buy a yoga mat. By the way, it's a yoga mat. Then you can do it again and show me the eight-character opening and one-character mana."

kind."

Why do I have to perform for you? Xiao Lin thought to himself, besides, it is really not easy to do these moves without wearing dance clothes.

"But you were fat when you were a kid, so how come you still have good flexibility now? It's really strange."

Muchun stood in the middle of the floor and jumped a few times, "This floor is too hard. It won't work. It is necessary to change to some more flexible floors so that I can practice."

"Well, it's not easy for men to practice, especially when you're not young anymore."
Chapter completed!