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"On Saturday."

Han Jing seemed to be thinking back: "That day...I met her. But she came to talk to me first. You know she has a heart disease. I dare not go too far. If she gets sick, I am also responsible. It’s more troublesome at times.”

Han Jing held Mu Keke's hand and looked at her affectionately: "Keke, don't worry, you are the one I like."

Mukeke was dubious: "Really?"

"Really, I swear! If I lie, I will get hit by a car when I go out..."

"Okay, okay, I believe you."

Mu Keke interrupted Han Jing to swear.

She must have made that recording on purpose. How could Han Jing say those words to her.

-

Han Jing and Mu Keke settled down and stopped jumping around in front of her, and Chuzheng was finally quiet for a few days.

This morning, Chuzheng took breakfast and went to the hospital to find Yujian.

As soon as I got off the elevator, I saw many people looking towards Yu Jian's office. The fire of gossip was burning above their heads.

The door to Yu Jian's office was ajar, and he could only vaguely see someone inside, a woman...

What are you doing behind my back?

The person in the office was none other than Duan Ruihuan. She was angry with Yu Jian and filed a complaint against her family, so she didn't come for a long time.

But after thinking about it, I still feel unwilling to do so.

So after finishing the psychological struggle, I put down my eldest lady airs and came to Yu Jian with breakfast in person.

Who knew that this man was still the same as before, insufferable, and had not even taken off his mask from the time she came in until now.

"Doctor Yu, I made it with great difficulty, how about you try it?" Duan Ruihuan felt aggrieved: "I have been learning for a long time, but I have never made it for others."

"Miss Duan, please don't disturb my work." Yu Jian was already very impatient.

Duan Ruihuan was not willing to give up. She stretched out her well-maintained thin white fingers to tug on Yu Jian's sleeves.

Yu Jian stood up suddenly, his movements were too large, and his chair fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

At the same time the door was pushed open.

Chuzheng stood at the door and looked at the scene in the office extremely calmly: "Doctor Yu."

Yu Jian looked up and his eyes fell on Chu Zheng. At that moment, a trace of panic and strange trembling ran through his heart.

Chuzheng asked again: "Do you need help?"

Yu Jian: "..."

need? Still not needed? Yu Jian felt that no matter what answer he gave at this time, it was wrong.

Duan Ruihuan remembered Chu Zheng. The first time was in the coffee shop, where she sat.

And the last time she saw this woman leaving with Yu Jian...

Why is it her again? !

A woman's intuition gives her a sense of crisis.

Duan Ruihuan's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he regarded Chuzheng as a potential love rival: "Dr. Yu and I are talking. Are you polite when you come in without knocking?"

Chuzheng said in a calm tone: "It's Dr. Yu's working hours now. If you were polite, you wouldn't talk to him about personal matters now."

Duan Ruihuan: "..."

If she didn't come during working hours, she wouldn't be able to find him at all!

Duan Ruihuan probably didn't find a perfect rebuttal point, so he could only turn his attention to Chu Zheng: "Then what are you doing!"

"Recheck." Chuzheng said confidently.

Duan Ruihuan asked subconsciously: "Recheck? Are you sick?"

"Yes, you can have it if you don't agree with it." Chu Zheng's expression remained unchanged and she offered a very considerate suggestion: "But I am born with this disease, why don't you go back to the drawing board and recreate it?"

Duan Ruihuan: "..."

What’s the big deal about being sick!

Chuzheng: "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, don't delay my review. I'm very busy."

"..."

Chuzheng had a legitimate reason, but Duan Ruihuan was so angry that he stormed off, glared at Chuzheng, and left aggressively on high heels.

Yu Jian raised his hand to rub his eyebrows and closed the office door.

"What's wrong with you?"

Chuzheng took out her hand behind her back and said, "I'll bring you breakfast."

Yu Jian: "..."

What he said just now was so serious, he thought he was really not feeling well and came here for a review!

Didn't she feel ashamed at all when she said that?

Yu Jian looked at the time. He had an operation in twenty minutes, and there was still time.

"Thank you." Yu Jian took the breakfast and asked again: "Have you eaten?"

"Eat it." Chuzheng sat across from her: "I asked my aunt to make it. It's very clean."

Yu Jian wants to say that he is actually very receptive to food, but he just hates others touching him... He is a mysophobia.

Yu Jian thought of something: "How did you get here?"

Chuzheng said, "It's so far away. Besides taking a car, how else can I fly here?"

Yu Jian didn't know where her home was, but it was so early, when did she have to get up?

"Don't come here so early in the future." Dr. Yu warned her in an occupational manner: "You need to get more rest. There are a lot of people during the morning rush hour, and accidents are easy to happen."

Of course, this was Yu Jian's own opinion, and he was doing it out of his duties as a doctor.

But he didn't notice that he was a little too concerned at this time.

Chuzheng didn't feel anything at all. She was thinking about the TV series she had watched, and said slowly: "I'll give you breakfast and you can eat it. There's so much nonsense."

【……】

Yu Jian: "..."

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng glanced at Yu Jian's face, but there was no reaction as expected in a TV series... What a rubbish TV show, it's hurting me!

-

Yu Jian had surgery and asked Chu Zheng to go back quickly. He was careful on the way and left in a hurry.

For the next day, Yu Jian didn't get much rest, and his get off work was postponed for a few hours.

In a place like a hospital, accidents can happen at any time, and no one can guarantee that they will get off work on time.

When Yu Jian walked out of the hospital, he felt a hint of sultry heat.

Occasionally, people passing by have put on cool short-sleeved clothes.

Is it so hot?

Yu Jian rubbed his brows and was about to go down the steps when his peripheral vision glanced at a corner. Suddenly, he looked at it carefully for a few seconds and frowned.

He turned around and headed that way.

"Why are you here?"

The girl sitting on the chair heard the sound, took off her earphones, and looked around: "Are you off work?"

Yu Jian said in a stern tone: "Do you know what time it is?"

Chuzheng looked down at the time: "It's half past eleven."

Yu Jian: "It's half past eleven in the evening! You should be at home now, and you should be resting at ten o'clock. What are you doing here?"

Do you still want her body?

If you don't take care of your own body, it will be useless no matter how great a doctor is.

"Waiting for you." Chuzheng stood up, leaning on the armrest, tilted her head, and asked with a bit of dissatisfaction, "What took you so long?"

"..."

The girl's voice had no fluctuations and seemed a little cold, but it was gentle, as if it could soothe the sultry heat of the night.

Yu Jian felt inexplicably angry, but was suppressed inexplicably.

"How long have you been waiting here?"

"It won't take long." Chuzheng said vaguely, "I'll take you home."

"You give me?"

Chuzheng nodded seriously, otherwise, why would I be waiting here with a sick and disabled body, just to send you home? !

How am I so good.

I am also trying to be a good person today!

Yu Jian felt like he was out of breath - out of breath.