You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

Their class is up at seven o'clock, and the police station enters at eight o'clock.

The two catties of grilled chicken offal and the two pints of beer couldn't be eaten in one gulp, Jiang Qiyu's heart ached and her whole body was not feeling well.

When I arrived at the police station to take notes, fortunately, she was actually recording with her mobile phone before her.

The on-site video proved that it was the other party who made the first move. Normally, it can be characterized as a mutual assault, and then the police can conduct civil mediation.

"Ouch! I'm dying, my chest hurts, I can't breathe!"

"Ahhh - I'm broken, I might be broken!"

"I'm dizzy, I asked to go to the hospital to take an X-ray, the concussion is gone..."

But the other three people have not cooperated with the investigation since they arrived at the police station. The police asked eight questions, and ten of them were wailing that they were about to die of anger.

The summary is just one sentence, this beating cannot be done in vain.

I have to lose money!

The policemen on duty had nothing to do with the regular customers of these police stations, and repeated reprimands failed to make them cooperate smoothly.

When the situation was at a stalemate, a louder and more painful cry sounded from the police station.

"Ouch--"

I saw Jiang Qiyu holding her hand tightly, looking at the policeman who was startled by her screaming with pain and panic on her face:

"Comrade policeman, I think... I may have to... amputate..."

She searched all over her body just now, and only found an almost healed wound on the palm of her hand, which should have been left when she hit the man on the head with a wine bottle.

However, her ability to reverse right and wrong is really nothing to say, and the moment she rolls her eyes, she restores it on the spot:

"In the chaos just now, I don't know who it is, a wine bottle flew over..."

"Hold!"

Hearing her words, the people sitting on the other side instantly became excited:

"This bitch is talking nonsense, we're not fucking moving at all..."

It's just that before the man finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Move her..."

Feeling a cold gaze falling on him, a sense of fear of being stared at by wild beasts instantly swept through his heart.

The unfinished rebuttal twitched in his throat and then he took it back. He didn't dare to look at the man who looked like the king of Hades, and turned to cover his chest and began to put on airs:

"Ouch..."

"Hey-yo-hey-"

They howled, and Jiang Qiyu howled in comparison to them.

As the saying goes, the wicked have their own grind.

They wanted to do something at the barbecue stall just now, but they met Qi Yue, the king of Hades, and now at the police station, they wanted to play a rogue, and they met Jiang Qiyu, an even more rogue.

Qi Yu just sat quietly by the side and watched her howl without stopping, and threatened the three men sitting not far away with his eyes from time to time.

The three of them couldn't beat and howl, couldn't win, their eyes were red with aggrieved eyes, and they almost burst into tears at the police station.

They yelled at each other a few times, and the police comrades who were on duty at the police station at night couldn't stand it anymore.

And looking at the bloody faces of those three bastards, they really should go to the hospital to bandage them first.

Therefore, the two groups of people suspended the mediation first, and accompanied by the police, they went to the hospital for examination and treatment, as well as for injury assessment.

There are not many people in the emergency department at this point, so Jiang Qiyu simply acted out the whole set.

First, I went to the orthopedics department to check the trauma, then took a CT scan to check the internal injuries, and finally went to the psychiatry department to confirm the mental injury.

In the end, the doctor gave the result of the examination: it was suggested that the man behind her go to bandage it first, so that she would not need to be checked.

After being reminded by the doctor, the two of them discovered that Qi Yu still had bruises on his hands caused by beating someone too hard.

Just like that, she brought her a lot of test results that looked bluffing, but all tests were normal, and nervously helped Qi Yu to sit on the joint chair in the hospital corridor.

He squatted beside him with a full face and asked with concern:

"I was busy acting just now, why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

"..."

But Qi Yu just glanced at her with strange eyes, paused before answering solemnly:

"I'm afraid that if you tell me, you will let me howl with you."

"..."

"I'm ashamed."

Jiang Qiyu glanced at him angrily when she heard the words: "Then you won't be ashamed if I howl at the police station?"

"It's also embarrassing."

Facing her white eyes, Qi Yu looked down at her slightly, with a smile in his eyes:

"But it's better than me howling myself."

"..."

After despising this evil capitalist in her heart, she pursed her lips and then looked up at him slightly:

"Apart from your hands, where else does it hurt?"

After finishing speaking, he thought in a low voice to himself: "Why don't we check everything..."

The man sat quietly on the chair, looking down at the girl squatting in front of him from top to bottom.

Her gentle gaze traced inch by inch the top of her soft hair, bright eyes, and straight nose, and finally landed on the pink lips that seemed to be slightly pursed because of worry.

"you......"

Qi Yu slowly bowed his head and approached her, with a tone of bewitching tone:

"Worrying about me?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Qiyu didn't deny it at all, and immediately nodded very seriously.

She looked around mischievously, and then followed Qi Yue's example and moved closer to him.

The distance between the two of them was too far, and Qi Yue could even smell the faint sweetness of her body from the hospital corridor that smelled of disinfectant.

At the moment when he was slightly dazed because of the distance between the two, he heard Jiang Qiyu's deliberately lowered voice:

"Do you have any genetic diseases, chronic diseases, infectious diseases, allergens, etc?

"..."

As soon as her words fell, Qi Yu's fawn in his heart, which was still alive and kicking just now, was smashed to death. He quickly moved away from the two of them, leaned back slightly, and said in a slightly unhappy tone:

"No."

"what?"

Jiang Qiyu pursed her mouth in disappointment, there was no way, her health was a bit too much now, she didn't even have a mouth ulcer on her whole body, it was hard to blame her.

I wanted to find some articles from Qi Yu, but this time I also failed.

Didn't they all say that nine of the ten presidents in the novel have stomach problems, and one has misophobia? How come he has such a strong vitality?

"Tsk."

Seeing her tangled face, Qi Yue shook his injured right hand impatiently, and then moved his left foot, which had been aching from just now.

To the man who is trying to find something wrong in himself:

"Besides my hands, my heels also seem to be hurting a bit. Go and register."

But just after he finished speaking, he saw that the person who was still frowning gradually changed his face, and looked him up and down with a strange expression.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and patted his knee, got up firmly and walked towards the registration window.

Qi Yu frowned slightly, unable to keep up with her jumping brain circuit.

What is going on in this man's mind?

But soon, he understood what Jiang Qiyu's slightly surprised, sympathetic, and even comforting eyes just now meant.

"...Is this the number you signed up for?"

Looking at the registered receipt she brought back excitedly, Qi Yu felt his headache was about to split, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"What are you doing in the urology department?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Qiyu was stunned, with a puzzled look on her face:

"Didn't you say that your heel hurts?"