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Yang Qi has missed two things in his life.
One was tarot cards, and she couldn't tell whether Ni Chen would look at her; the other was life, she thought that by putting on a white coat, she could get rid of that shaky home.
She was the poor student in the nursing department who was always working for a part-time job, and he was the noble boy in Class B next door who couldn't even unscrew the cap of an iodine bottle.
During the first aid class that the whole school was having, her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't penetrate her blood vessels, and he just frowned, as if he was looking at a poor failure.
"The needle insertion angle is wrong."
At that moment, Yang Qi understood that in Ni Chen's sterile world, a person like her who smelled of dust and disinfectant water was not even qualified to be rejected.
Later, her grandfather became seriously ill, and her family urged her to drop out of school and marry someone in exchange for a bride price.
She didn't cry or count cards.
She cut her hair long, threw away her nursing certificate, and went to the northwest Gobi with her old schoolbag on her back.
There were no patients who needed her care, just a sky full of yellow sand and endless solar panels.
A few years later, the photovoltaic base.
Yang Qi, who was once a poor nursing student, is now an engineer responsible for grid-connected debugging.
And Ni Chen, who once said that he "didn't want to inherit the family business", was standing in front of her, wearing an expensive suit and holding an acquisition contract in his hand.
He looked at the scars burned by ultraviolet rays on her hands with complicated eyes: "Yang Qi, you couldn't even hold a needle steady before."
Yang Qi wiped the ashes from his face and smiled brighter than the northwest sun:
"Yes, Mr. Ni. But if I can't cure a patient, why can't I cure a battery panel?"
Small Theater
Male Protagonist: Was it because I said you were not good at acupuncture that you ran away without saying a word?
Hostess: No. It's because I don't even have the money to inject myself with anesthetic.
Bg male and female protagonists are both clean
Intention: Face yourself bravely