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Chapter 1072 - 1072 1072 Sorry Qiao Yin

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: Sorry, Qiao Yin Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: Sorry, Qiao Yin “I’ll look for him myself first, and if I can’t find him, then I’ll call the police.”

Qiao Yin still insisted on her cousin going home, “Cousin, you have kids to take care of. If you go out with me to look for people, what will happen to the kids?”

“The kids can stay at the Medical Clinic first, let the Nurses help look after them.”

“No, the Nurse might not be able to keep an eye on the kids properly. Let’s not lose the kids while looking for 517, that would be more loss than gain. You should be off work now, don’t worry. Even though 517 has amnesia, his ability to function is not much different from a normal person, he won’t be in trouble.”

Ye Wan thought about it and nodded, “You make sense, Wu Yaoqi is not a fool, the fact that he hasn’t returned might simply mean his leg hurts and he can’t walk.”

“His leg indeed can’t walk much at the moment.”

Qiao Yin also felt this was a more likely possibility, so after her cousin got off work, she immediately went nearby to look for people.

Of course, she wasn’t searching aimlessly; she first looked for surveillance that might have captured 517’s appearance.

Unfortunately, several surveillance cameras on this street were broken due to their age, limiting the footage that captured 517.

More than two hours later, the sky had completely darkened, and Qiao Yin had come up empty-handed.

She stood alone on the street, feeling an indescribable sense of helplessness for the first time. Where on earth had 517 gone? Why couldn’t she find him anywhere? He couldn’t have been trafficked, could he? There had been too many such News cases lately.

Qiao Yin panicked; she had no choice but to take out her mobile phone and dial the emergency number.

But the operator told her that the Police wouldn’t open a case or dispatch officers for a disappearance that had not lasted for twenty-four hours, and asked her to call again after twenty-four hours.

Qiao Yin hung up the phone, disappointed.

She looked up at some of the still-operating surveillance cameras, then lowered her eyelashes and hurried towards the Medical Clinic.

If she couldn’t find 517 on the nearby surveillance, then she’d broaden the search. But checking every camera one by one was too slow; she decided to hack directly into the surveillance systems to retrieve the footage herself!

However, as soon as she arrived at the Entrance of the Medical Clinic, she saw a familiar figure standing not far away.

That person was slender and tall, wearing a black woolen coat she had bought for him, using a cane, his face full of Scars—who else could it be but 517?!

Qiao Yin practically ran towards him as fast as she could. When she reached his side, she immediately grabbed his wrist, “517, where did you run off to?! I thought something had happened to you, you scared me to death, I’ve been looking for you all afternoon!”

Lu Shengqing looked down at her.

She was gripping his wrist tightly, as if she was afraid he would get lost again, her nervousness palpable from her firm grip.

Her clear and beautiful eyes had turned extremely red, and they even had tears swirling in them.

Her smooth and full forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat; she had clearly been running around looking for him and was quite exhausted.

Her usually soft and smooth hair was now utterly disheveled, some sticking to her cheeks, some even blown into her mouth by the cold night wind, but she was oblivious to it all. She just looked up at him, a mix of anger and urgency in her gaze.

Lu Shengqing’s heart was pounding; he struggled to suppress the urge to embrace her, brushing away the hair by her lips with a tender voice, “I’m sorry, I worried you. I should have called to let you know I was safe.”

At this moment, Qiao Yin’s emotions were in such turmoil that she hardly noticed his action.

If he were a healthy, ordinary person, she would have kicked him for sure, but unfortunately, he was a patient, and not just any patient, but one with a crippled leg, a disfigured face, and amnesia; kicking him would seem like bullying the vulnerable.

She kept a stern face, still gripping his wrist, and pulled him back to the Medical Clinic.

Everyone else at the Medical Clinic had already left for the day, and in the quiet treatment room, it was just the two of them.

Qiao Yin didn’t have time to scold him, and instead had him sit down first, performed Pulse diagnosis on him, then rolled up his trousers to feel the Bones of his broken leg.