Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Qin Heng couldn't figure out why he agreed to Ji Qing at that time. He was reminiscing in his mind and muttering to himself whether he was getting older. He could remember everything that happened a long time ago, but he couldn't remember these things clearly.

"Why, you can't do your job as a doctor and you're thinking about becoming a magician?"

Suddenly a voice came to my ears.

Qin Heng came back to his senses and looked at Ji Qing who was standing by the window. The sunlight was shining in a large area behind her, illuminating her hair that was not frizzy. She was a beauty with a rich complexion. The facial features are overly beautiful, and the whole person is like a dream.

It was obviously a picture full of beauty, but it was broken by the burning smoke between her fingers.

Qin Heng stretched out his hand to take the cigarette away from her hand. Ji Qing anticipated his move and transferred the cigarette to her left hand, with a half-smile but not a smile, "This is a non-smoking area."

Sure enough, Qin Heng saw the sign on the side. This was his hospital and he was the director. Why didn't anyone tell him when there was a sign like this in the corridor?

He put his hands in his pockets. Even though Ji Qing was wearing high heels, she was half a head shorter than him.

When Qin Heng was in school, he was the clean and comely type. Little girls were particularly fascinated by his appearance, good grades and handsomeness. Girls often confessed their love to him, handed him love letters and gave him gifts. The classmates at that time teased Ji Qing and his drawers. Nothing else, love letters are enough.

After years of accumulation, Qin Heng's facial features are deeper than in high school, exuding the charm of a mature man from the inside out.

He said solemnly: "I, the dean, have the final right of interpretation. If I say no smoking, I will ban smoking."

Ji Qing took another puff of cigarette and put it out on the trash can in front of him, "Dean Qin, is this okay?"

Qin Heng was startled, he didn't expect Ji Qing to be so obedient, but the next second he saw the flash of loneliness in her eyes, he immediately understood that she was not in the mood to deal with him.

No matter how well she disguised herself and was busy with company matters every day, she almost lived in the hospital during this period, and she was at the hospital and the company at two o'clock every day.

After Ji Lin's accident, Ji's father and Ji's mother also collapsed, and all the burden fell on Ji Qing.

Even a man wouldn't be able to bear these things, let alone other women, and he wouldn't even let them smoke a cigarette.

Qin Heng opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

A man's voice came from the other end of the corridor, "Mr. Ji, so you are here."

Qin Heng narrowed his eyes and looked over subconsciously. It was Ji Qing's assistant.

When he saw Qin Heng, he was polite and said, "Doctor Qin."

Qin Heng said hum.

The assistant handed the folder to Ji Qing with both hands, and then remembered, "I forgot to pick up something. I'll go back to the car to get it first."

Ji Qing took the folder and opened it with a hum.

The assistant turned around and walked away, entering the elevator.

Qin Heng put his hands in his pockets and fiddled with the stick of the lollipop. His eyes fell on the profile of Ji Qing who was concentrating on reviewing documents. "How can you be a male assistant? You look very young, not much younger than Ji Lin." ?”

Ji Qing didn't even raise his eyelids and said, "One year younger than Ji Lin, my younger brother."

"So you are good at this."

Qin Heng's light words made Ji Qing pause while holding the pen, raised her eyelids and glanced at him, smiling, "My brother is obedient and well-behaved. He can also make me happy. He never gives me any trouble. No sister doesn't like it." of."

"On the other hand, someone like Dean Qin is really not to my liking."

"Oh?" Qin Heng looked at her meaningfully, "At the New Year's high school reunion, we played truth or dare. They asked you who you had a crush on in the class. If I remember correctly, it was you."

Ji Qing closed the folder and said, "Has Dean Qin been in self-isolation for too long? How credible is an adult's true words? It's just an entertainment project among classmates, don't take it seriously."

The elevator door opened, and Ji Qing's assistant came back with a thermos cup in his hand.

He handed the thermos cup to Ji Qing, "Mr. Ji, you are cold. I asked my mother when I got home and she said this will work. You can try it."

Ji Qing took the thermos cup doubtfully and unscrewed the lid. The steam was steaming. She took a sip and frowned, "Why is it a little sour?"

The assistant quickly said: "Maybe I didn't add enough sugar. If it's too sour, don't drink it."

"It's okay," Ji Qing took another sip, "It's not bad to eat something sour occasionally. Eat everything to have balanced nutrition, right, Dean Qin."

Qin Heng had a mouthful of old blood rushing down his throat. He just said that he was the dean and had the final say. She was not allowed to smoke. She just called him dean Qin, which was not as nice as Dr. Qin.

He took his hand out of the pocket of his white coat and threw a lollipop into her hand. Before leaving, he said, "Be careful not to digest the tender meat if you eat too much."

Qin Heng pushed open the door of Huo Mingzheng's ward, strode in, sat on the sofa, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table, and lit one.

"As a doctor, you have nothing to do with human life."

A cold voice filled my ears.

Qin Heng frowned and then remembered that Huo Minzheng had injured his lungs before and could not bear the harm of second-hand smoke. He moved the cigarette from his lips, stood up and walked to the window, opened the window, and continued to smoke.

He finally couldn't hold it back and turned around to complain, "Didn't you say that you are a disaster to the legacy of Qianqian?"

"Ji Qing offended you."

Huo Minzheng didn't even ask. He silenced Qin Heng with one move.

Qin Heng's mouthful of old blood rushed up his throat again. He took a deep breath and pushed it down. After the smoke rolled out, he couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "When do you plan to be discharged from the hospital?"

Huo Minzheng is in good physical condition and recovers quickly. The remaining treatment is through medication, so he can go home to rest. However, he occupies the hospital ward and treats it as his home.

What's An's thinking? Do you really think he can't tell?

However, Huo Minzheng ignored his words and pretended not to hear them.

In the evening, Cao Fang entered Huo Mingzheng's ward on crutches.

He first reported the situation of everyone who appeared on the surveillance screen of Li Qin's hospital building that night and checked the past. "There is only one person who cannot be seated. He is not a patient, not a family member, and not a delivery person."

"Bring it here." Huo Minzheng reached out to him.

Cao Fang gave him the tablet and pointed at the surveillance screen, "It's this man. Based on his surroundings, he should be over [-] meters tall. He is thin and tall. However, he wore a cap and cleverly avoided the surveillance. You can’t see the face at all.”

Not only that, he was wrapped up tightly, no matter whether it was clothes or shoes, there were no trademarks, and no physical features could be seen at all.

Huo Minzheng narrowed his eyes. The other party came prepared. How could they find out so easily.

"Continue to check."

"Yes."

Cao Fang did not leave immediately, but hesitated to speak, obviously having something to say.

Huo Minzheng handed him the tablet and leaned against the bed. His cold face was expressionless, "Is it something related to Fu Yan?"

Cao Fang breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, Miss Fu has submitted her resume. She is looking for a job."