He Qinglan, who never had a wrinkle on his white coat, was reserved and calm. Suddenly, there was a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses on his desk.
The spirit of gossip among colleagues is ignited: Is it a gift from my girlfriend?
He Qinglan denied: She is just a little girl.
Four years later, the little girl who once gave He Qinglan a red rose joined his hospital.
At first, Yao Zheng received gifts and surprises from her admirers every day. Then one day, a bouquet of ninety-nine red roses suddenly appeared on her desk.
The spirit of gossip among colleagues is ignited: Is it a boyfriend this time?
Yao Zheng denied: I don't know who is so boring.
Intention: Wait for me to bloom like a brocade and walk side by side with you
