Chapter 565 It Can’t Be Her

"Go to the previous picture." Yan Rusheng said, and he stretched out his hand and pressed the left key to turn to the previous picture.

Yan Xu! 21 years old!

Seeing the name and age on the medical record, his heart suddenly shook and his expression froze.

The female doctor looked at the name on the case, then frowned in confusion, "This is Yan Xu, not Fang Jiayin you are looking for."

As she said that, she held the mouse again, ready to continue flipping down.

Yan Rusheng shouted: "Don't move."

His voice suddenly became a little hoarse, the kind of dry hoarseness.

After a long time, his Adam's apple rolled, and his frozen expression also loosened a little.

No, it can't be her.

The female doctor looked at Yan Rusheng's reaction and asked him uncertainly: "Do you know this Yan Xu?"

Yan Rusheng stared at the name 'Yan Xu', pursed his lips, as if he didn't hear the doctor asking him.

The female doctor took back the hand holding the mouse, turned the angle of the chair slightly, and faced Yan Rusheng, "I remember her very clearly."

Yan Rusheng looked at her blankly when he heard it.

The female doctor observed his face for a while, and then dared to continue, "She came here because she had a miscarriage. She had already miscarried, and she cried and begged me to keep it for her. She had a serious bleeding. I didn't dare to admit her and suggested that she go to a big hospital. She refused and kept staying with me. I had no choice."

"She..." Yan Rusheng opened his mouth, and his throat seemed to be strangled. It took a long time for him to make a sound, "Do you know which school she is from?"

It must not be her. She is so smart. Even if... even if she was so close to Jiang Zhuoheng, she would not let herself get pregnant and delay her future.

She still begged to keep the child.

No, it must not be Wen Xuxu. Even if she wanted to marry Jiang Zhuoheng, she would not use the trick of borrowing a child to get promoted.

She is so perfect, how could she have experienced so much?

Yan Rusheng's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the tighter they clenched, as if the harder he squeezed, the more determined he became.

The Yan Xu that the determined doctor mentioned was not Wen Xuxu.

The female doctor shook her head, "I don't know about this. She doesn't like to talk and looks thin and weak."

After a pause, she couldn't help but admire again, "But her stubborn and strong personality surprised me. When the child was aborted, she cried and begged me to keep it for her. Later, lying on the operating table, facing the pain, she gritted her teeth and didn't even groan."

Yan Rusheng told himself again and again that this Yan Xu was not Wen Xuxu, it must not be her.

She would only use the fake name Yan Xu when she was filling out forms for those who distributed flyers on the road, or at some unimportant activities.

How could she use a fake name when entering the hospital?

But he was still pulled by the doctor's words, and his heart couldn't help but ache.

He asked again: "Is her hair...long?"

At that time, Wen Xuxu's hair was longer than it is now, almost reaching her thighs.

The female doctor recalled and nodded, "She had long hair, very long, and was pretty, with a small face, although not very obvious."

Then she said sympathetically, "Others come with their classmates or boyfriends, but she was alone. She slept at my place for one night and left the next day. I think she knew that she couldn't keep the baby, otherwise she would have gone to a big hospital instead of coming to our place."

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something, "By the way, she spoke with a Beijing accent..."