Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

As night fell, the road was silent.

Yan Ziqing stood beside the pitch-black car, a little at a loss.

For fear of getting into unnecessary trouble, Yan Ziqing kept a proper distance from the patient and the patient's family.

If it was someone else's invitation, Yan Ziqing would definitely decline politely.

But for some reason, Yan Ziqing couldn't say a word 'no' to Qin Jueming's eyes.

Yan Ziqing hesitated on the spot, but Qin Jueming didn't urge him. He leaned his elbow on the car window and watched him, waiting patiently.

After a long time, Yan Ziqing stretched out his hand, grabbed the door handle, and opened the door.

He sat in the co-pilot and smiled a little shyly: "Then I will trouble you."

Qin Jueming breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and then smiled: "Don't bother."

The car started, Yan Ziqing fastened his seat belt, and verbally exchanged names with Qin Jueming.

The moment Qin Jueming said his name, Yan Ziqing's head hurt again.

Yan Ziqing recited Qin Jueming's name silently in her heart, feeling inexplicably familiar. Suddenly, she saw a young man in white clothes in armor waving his arms in the distance, calling his name over and over again.

"Ziqing!"

"Doctor Yan."

Yan Ziqing suddenly came back to her senses, and looked at Qin Jueming in a panic: "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay, I just feel that your name makes me feel familiar." Qin Jueming smiled, "Yan Ziqing, um, it sounds really nice."

He even felt familiar?

Yan Ziqing was instantly surprised.

"Maybe, we went to a school before and saw each other's names on the roster or bulletin board of the next class." Yan Ziqing guessed with her fingers on her chin.

Qin Jueming laughed.

Yan Ziqing looked at him, thinking.

It turned out that this person was not as unsmiling as he had imagined.

"Dr. Yan is so young, and he is more than three classes away from me, so it's impossible for him to be in the class next door." Qin Jueming said.

Yan Ziqing couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

Because of his youthful appearance, people often guess his age wrongly.

"How old do you think I am?" Yan Ziqing asked.

"It's about 25 years old." Qin Jueming glanced at him.

"At 25, I'm still studying for a master's degree." Yan Ziqing smiled even more, telling her real age.

"No way? You're only one year younger than me?" Qin Jueming didn't hide his surprise at all, "I really don't see how Dr. Yan usually takes care of himself, teach me."

"Early to bed and early to rise, cleanse and refresh the mind, invigorate the spleen and nourish qi, nourish the stomach and nourish yin, live longer, and live a hundred years." The last four words, Yan Ziqing's voice was slightly drawn out, showing a bit of humor.

"Taught, taught." Qin Jueming repeated.

Yan Ziqing smiled gently with her eyes bent.

The two chatted very happily, and felt that after a while, they arrived at the gate of the community where Yan Ziqing lived.

"It's time to go. Thank you for seeing me off." Yan Ziqing glanced at the gate of the community and reached out to unbuckle the seat belt, but the movement was very slow.

Qin Jueming rubbed the steering wheel anxiously. He thought for a while and said, "Dr. Yan should go to bed early and come home so late. Your wife should be in a hurry, right?"

Yan Ziqing paused, looked at Qin Jueming, and said softly, somewhat embarrassed, "I'm single."

Qin Jueming's eyes lit up, and he coughed lightly, covering the corners of his mouth that couldn't be restrained, pretending to be surprised: "Dr. Yan is young and promising, I didn't expect... to live alone now?"

"Yeah." Yan Ziqing nodded, "Both my parents are in my hometown. The second elder is in good health and likes to raise chickens and ducks."

Qin Jueming looked at Yan Ziqing and couldn't take his eyes off. He suddenly asked, "Doctor Yan, do you believe in past and present lives?"

Yan Ziqing was startled, then looked at Qin Jueming in a daze.

"Ah..." Qin Jueming knew that the question was a bit abrupt, so he looked away and said, "It's late at night, Dr. Yan should go back and rest."

It was late, and it didn't seem like a thing to sit in someone else's car all this time. Yan Ziqing and Qin Jueming said goodbye, got up and walked into the community.

Is it past life or present life?

Yan Ziqing looked up at the night sky while walking, it was full of stars, and the autumn night was cool.

He is a doctor, holding more than a dozen books on pharmacology, anatomy, and pathophysiology every day, and he knows that no matter how mysterious things are, they are just rules that can be followed in this world.

But just now when Qin Jueming asked that sentence, Yan Ziqing subconsciously wanted to nod.

It's really weird.

"Qin Jueming...Cassia...bitter in taste, slightly cold in nature, clearing the liver and improving eyesight...cough, what am I talking about?" Yan Ziqing's face became inexplicably hot, he shook his head, and hurried home pace of.

On the second day, at noon, on the ninth floor of the outpatient building of the hospital.

Taking advantage of a little free time during the lunch break, the two nurses were eating and chatting.

"Hey, do you think Director Yan is a little absent-minded today?"

"It seems a little bit. He is not like this usually. I don't know what he is thinking."

"Will you have a girlfriend?"

"Ah! It's possible!"

At this time, Yan Ziqing, whom the two talked about, was staring at the boxed lunch in front of him in a daze.

He suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly picked up the rice.

I have to go to the outpatient department to work in the afternoon, so I have to eat quickly.

Yan Ziqing finished his lunch box, cleaned up the garbage, and walked to the department. He didn't take two steps when he suddenly heard noises and shouts in front of him.

"The lunatic has killed someone!" Several people shouted with pale faces and ran towards the stairs.

Yan Ziqing hurriedly stopped a nurse and asked, "What's going on!?"

The little nurse said anxiously: "A patient is addicted to drugs! He wanted to take medicine without a doctor's prescription, but the pharmacist refused to prescribe it, so he suddenly went crazy, blocked the nurse's desk, and wanted to kill someone with a knife!"

Yan Ziqing's eyes froze: "Go and call the security guard!"

As he spoke, he hurried to the direction where the noise came from.

When Yan Ziqing arrived, she saw a skinny middle-aged man with red eyes waving around with a knife, and several nurses were still trapped in the nurse's desk, unable to advance or retreat.

"Give me the medicine! Or we'll all die together!" The man's veins were bulging, he was sweating profusely, and he was in a trance, obviously a drug withdrawal reaction.

"Hello! Hello!" Yan Ziqing walked over, trying to get his attention. Yan Ziqing raised her hands, indicating that there was nothing in her hands, and wanted the man to relax his vigilance, "Calm down first."

Hearing the sound, the man raised his knife and pointed at Yan Ziqing.

"Listen to me." Yan Ziqing glanced at the little nurses at the nurse's desk, motioned for them to leave quickly, and then looked at the man, "You are drug dependent, I will ask the pharmacist to prescribe some medicine for you, but You have to quit slowly, you can get treatment in our hospital, you put down the knife first, let's talk about it, okay?"

As soon as Yan Ziqing finished speaking, there was a sudden 'clang' sound from the nurse's desk.

When a little nurse left, she accidentally knocked over a chair.

The man seemed to have been frightened, and suddenly went berserk, he raised his knife and slashed at Yan Ziqing.

The distance between the two was very close, and there was no way to avoid it. Yan Ziqing's face turned pale, and she subconsciously tilted her head.

Suddenly someone rushed forward, pulled Yan Ziqing behind to protect him, and grabbed the man's knife with one hand.

Qin Jueming wanted to hold the man's wrist to stop his movement, but unfortunately he was a little too fast and caught the blade of the knife. His palm was cut immediately, and the scarlet blood slid down the blade.

Qin Jueming frowned, grabbed the man's collar with his uninjured hand, put his knee on his lower abdomen, and then fell on his back, bringing him down neatly.

"Hmph." Qin Jueming snorted coldly, grabbed the man's hand, and pressed his knee on his back, forcing him to be immobile.

"Your hand!" Yan Ziqing was frightened, his face was pale, and he rushed forward to hold Qin Jueming's injured hand.

"Be careful." Qin Jueming was afraid that the suppressed man would break free from his restraints, and pulled Yan Ziqing back.

"Hurry up...disinfect quickly..." Yan Ziqing's voice trembled.

"Wait a minute, don't worry." Qin Jueming smiled, "Doctor Yan, can I trouble you to take out the phone for me? In the pocket on the right side of the windbreaker, open the address book, find a person named Xiao Wu, dial it, Let the police come and collect them."

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