It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

Lu Xun first called Wang Chongyang and asked Wang Chongyang to order him to stop all disinfection of medical waste. When he arrived at the disposal station, he found that Ono's shredded school uniform and other bloody clothes were all thrown away. In the disinfection pool, about to be put into garbage bags.

"Didn't I tell you to stop disinfecting?" Lu Xun recognized Ono's school uniform inside at a glance, his face darkened, and he looked at every staff member present with his sharp eyes.

One of the staff took the initiative to explain: "We stopped."

As he spoke, he pointed to the machines in operation: "When we received the order, all the machines were suspended. The ones on hand have been sterilized for more than half an hour, and we want to pick them up and put them in garbage bags for disposal. "

Lu Xun looked at him: "Are you sure these clothes have been disinfected for more than half an hour?"

"I'm sure, isn't this from the last batch?" the staff member replied calmly.

With a gloomy expression, Lu Xun pointed to the shredded school uniform and said, "Give me this one separately."

"Okay." The staff put the school uniform into the bag and handed it to Lu Xun.

Lu Xun turned and left.

At this time, at the corner of the stairs, Pei Jing, who was wearing work clothes and a white mask, smiled lightly, raised her mouth, and turned away arrogantly.

Lu Xun went back with his school uniform and went to Han Junyao's office. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the two of them talking and laughing. Han Junyao also reached out and grabbed Lin Qingyu's wrist.

Lu Xun came up after a moment of anger, rushed to strangle Han Junyao's wrist, and cut back directly behind him.

"Hey, hey, hey... uncle, it hurts... I have to hold a scalpel on my hand." Han Junyao screamed in pain.

"Uncle?" Lu Xun raised his voice and twisted Han Junyao a little harder.

"I don't call you uncle...what do you call you..." Han Junyao's voice has changed a little.

He has fair skin, a thin body, and looks like a scholar. When he yelled, he looked really pitiful.

Lin Qingyu quickly opened Lu Xun's hand and scolded: "What are you doing!"

"He grabbed your hand!" Lu Xun said angrily.

"Doctor Han is teaching me how to press the acupoint for digestion, so that I can press Xiaoye in the future." Lin Qingyu gave Lu Xun a sideways look, and then apologized to Han Junyao.

After saying that, she thought it would be better to explain, so she said to Lu Xun: "An'an and Xiaoye's symptoms are the same. But An'an had almost no reaction, and Xiaoye's reaction was huge.

So Dr. Han told me that apart from the dosage of allergens, it is likely that An An's body resistance is better than Ono's.

And he also found that Xiaoye’s intestines and stomach were not very good, so he taught me to massage a few acupuncture points on Xiaoye’s hands. I can help him press them regularly in the future to help him digest food and enhance his spleen and stomach function. "

"No need." Lu Xun flatly refused, "In the future I will find a Chinese medicine practitioner who can press acupuncture points and hire him with a high salary. I don't have to do anything. I will just help Xiaoye press acupuncture points every day."

Lin Qingyu was a little speechless because of his wealthy appearance.

Han Junyao shook his sore arm and looked at Lin Qingyu seriously: "I still say what I said, allergies can be big or small. You handled it very promptly this time. If there were no adults present, the consequences would be unimaginable. You just Those documents about allergy treatment. Add me on WeChat and I will send it back to you."

With that said, Han Junyao opened his WeChat QR code.

Lin Qingyu scanned his QR code without saying anything.

With a ding, Han Junyao passed the verification. As soon as he wanted to make a note, Lu Xun snatched his mobile phone and helped him note "married woman", then threw it back to Han Junyao, and then landed on Lin Qingyu's back with his big palm, hugging her leave.

Lin Qingyu glanced at Lu Xun suspiciously: "What are you doing with Dr. Han's mobile phone?"

"I'm afraid you, the ex-fiancé, don't know how to spell your name." Lu Xun almost squeezed out this sentence through his teeth.

After the two walked out of the office, Han Junyao twisted his arm in pain.

Immediately afterwards, he took a screenshot of the picture Lin Qingyu added to his WeChat account, and immediately took a short video from the office surveillance video and sent it to the WeChat dialog box nicknamed S.N.

Han Junyao: I did it, transfer the first sum of money to me immediately.