Pinellia has arrived [Rebirth]

Jiang Baizhi likes to plan ahead, but none of Baidu's content was available that night, so she wrote it word by word in the notebook.

1. Good morning and evening every day.

2. Allay her concerns.

She stroked the next line with a pen, and she could vaguely see that the first word was the beginning of knife.

... ...

— There are six pieces in total. The beautiful handwriting lay neatly on the white paper, and she added a smiling face with great interest.

On Saturday, which was originally a rest day, the hospital suddenly called. Jiang Baizhi placed the printed thesis in the most conspicuous position on the desk, then greeted Qi Banxia and hurried out.

"The relationship between chronic pancreatitis and pancreatic cancer and the effectiveness of traditional Chinese medicine treatment of chronic pancreatitis", she spent two days organizing and writing.It seems that the abstract, keywords, text, notes, and references are all written up.

When I came back on the first day, the thesis was put there intact. The second day was exactly the same. On the third day, Jiang Baizhi went to the clinic and went out at about 6:50 in the morning.Tao Tao picked up Qi Banxia by car at 7:[-]. Today is Professor Zhang's class, and she will definitely not be late.

When she came home at noon, there was the porridge made by Jiang Baizhi in the morning in the pot. She filled a bowl, put it in the microwave oven and warmed it up. She filled her stomach with two side dishes, and then went to the garden with Baipang to pass the time.The warm light in the afternoon shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and covers Qi Banxia's figure nestled in the hanging basket. Looking from a distance, it will make people feel at ease.

After a light sleep at noon, after waking up, Qi Banxia strolled into the study with two professional books on his arms.After all, the knowledge that graduate students need to master is not superficial, and she still doesn't understand the morning class. She plans to review while watching the video.

There are surprisingly many books by Jiang Baizhi, so when the villa was decorated, I specially ordered bookcases with two walls.On the third floor on the far right of the bookcase, Jiang Bai packed it up for Qi Banxia, ​​just to put some professional books and miscellaneous books.The host requires a wide range of coverage, so when she browses a good book or a book recommended by an acquaintance, she will search for it in time.

Qi Banxia opened the chair in front of the desk and sat down, inserted the Kitten USB flash drive into the computer port, and made a neat stack of white paper on the right side of the mouse to attract her attention.

Pancreatic cancer, pancreatitis, the woman frowned slightly.

Qi Banxia didn't have the habit of flipping through Jiang Baizhi's computer or documents, but the two words in front of her seemed to have magical powers, prompting her to turn to the first page with trembling hands.

Abstract: Studies have found that chronic pancreatitis is closely related to pancreatic cancer.Just looking at the first row, Qi Banxia's breathing suddenly became short of breath. She paused for a few seconds, then suddenly turned back to the title page, leaned back on the wooden chair, and looked at the ceiling, not daring to continue.

The heart beats faster than the drums...

The air was surging, time was passing by, Qi Banxia took a deep breath and lowered his eyes, lifting the paper with his fingertips was heavy.

"However, scholars have conducted a lot of research on the two from the aspects of pathogenesis, tumor molecular markers, etc. Whether there is a causal relationship between them is still doubtful, and it takes a long time for chronic pancreatitis to transition to pancreatic cancer, and the disease can be completely suppressed." The development and deterioration of..."

Qi Banxia read it very slowly, and even began to think about the authenticity of the paper.But seeing that there are signs every two to three paragraphs, notes at the end of the page, and references at the end, the font size and format are in compliance with the specifications, and then thinking about the academic conference Jiang Baizhi mentioned a few days ago, I gradually became convinced.

Jiang Baizhi listed relevant scholars who conducted a follow-up investigation on [-] patients with chronic pancreatitis for several years, and all [-] patients had good prognosis; they also conducted a follow-up investigation on [-] patients with cholangitis for several years, and the condition of two patients deteriorated. have pancreatic cancer.It can be deduced that the probability of pancreatic cancer caused by cholangitis may be greater than that of chronic pancreatitis.

Qi Banxia's mobile phone search proved that this statement is true.

The next two paragraphs were treatment plans that she couldn't understand. The slippers on Qi Banxia's feet tapped on the floor, and her mood became more and more relaxed as she went to the back.

Can you get away with being tricked by fate? Since it is a thesis, I can answer it best. Qi Banxia's eyes slowly moved away, her red lips were lightly pursed, and her left hand, which was inserted in the pocket of her clothes, was clenched into a fist.She is very eager, longing for health, longing for people around her not to worry about her body so early, longing for Sun Mingfen to no longer send gray-haired people to black-haired people.

Eager... Qi Banxia's eyes rested on the author's name, Jiang Zizhi.

Eager to grow old with her.

Her heart trembled, as if those longings were close at hand and could be touched by reaching out.

After a long time, Qi Banxia calmed down and put the thesis back in place. Although her eyes were fixed on the content outlined in the professional book, her thoughts were all on a few pages, which brought her hope.

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Since we left yesterday afternoon, Shi Zhen has received Lang Yiqiu's location information or information about her address one after another.

The time of the last message was 11:14 last night.

"Don't make fun of yourself." Shi Zhen clicked send and threw the phone aside.Not long after, the notification sounded for the video invitation.She looked at the notebook in her hand without looking sideways, and the piercing voice came again.

Shi Zhen finally accepted the invitation, put the phone on the coffee table on the right, and lingered on the screen from the corner of his eye.The light on the opposite side was dim, Lang Yiqiu was holding a wine glass, his face was crimson.

"Are you drinking?" Shi Zhen asked subconsciously.Lang Yiqiu is a singer, protecting her voice is very important, so she knows that the other party rarely drinks alone

liqueur.

Lang Yiqiu stammered: "Sister, you are finally, finally willing to answer the phone."

Shi Zhen didn't reply, intending to listen to her talking to herself.

"My father and I quarreled." Lang Yiqiu sniffed, and continued, "Others think that my family is well-off and I have never suffered since I was a child, but do they know the real situation?" Her mother, Cao Huizhi, was a popular singer in the 90s , but died of illness in 2000.Lang Yiqiu was only 5 years old at that time, his father married another new man that year, and his stepmother gave birth to his younger brother Lang Yidong the next year.Six-year-old Lang Yiqiu lives with her aunt who once took care of her mother.At twelve o'clock last night, my aunt passed away. At noon today, she transferred 300 million to my aunt's son, asking him to take the ashes of my aunt back to his hometown for burial.When the father heard the news in the afternoon, he slapped Lang Yiqiu face to face, and asked her why Lang Yidong needed money urgently last month and she refused to give it, but now he gave the money to an unrelated person.

She told it bit by bit, Shi Zhen unknowingly put down the notebook in his hand and picked up the phone.

"Drinking won't fix anything."

Lang Yiqiu didn't seem to hear it, pouring cup after cup down his throat.

"Where are you?" The woman's tone was cold.

She asked several times in succession before Lang Yiqiu sent the location. It is a private club with high secrecy.Shi Zhen put on a wine red woolen coat and drove out in the dark.

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The private club is not far from the villa where she lives, and the night is deep, there are almost no people walking on the sidewalk, and only a few cars can be seen whizzing by occasionally in the driveway.

The red car was parked in front of the gate of the private club. The doorman who opened the door only recognized the card. Fortunately, it was a gift from a friend at the beginning of the year.Shi Zhen wore a dark mask so that he couldn't see his eyes. The doorman took it for granted and opened the door politely.The woman stepped into the lobby of the club with high heels, and followed the instructions to find the room Lang Yiqiu had sent her.

306 number.

She pushed the door in.

What leaped into view was the giant teleprompter screen. Lang Yiqiu was holding the microphone and sitting on the swivel chair in the center of the venue.

Whoever is with you, it is not difficult to stay and not go.It is me who is helpless, and I still carry too much knowingly.The persistence that cannot be changed, unfortunately, I am not in the right place.I really want to ask, what do you mean.In the second half, who will continue the story...

— A Cantonese song "I Care" by Alan Tam.

Lang Yiqiu was obviously drunk, his voice was intermittent, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, erratic.She sang this song ten times over and over again, just waiting for Shi Zhen to arrive.

But the people outside the door didn't pay attention to the content of the lyrics at all, they just stared at her back, watching her move her head up to drink again and again, her eyes became more and more obscure.

"How much more do you want to drink?" The abrupt words made Lang Yiqiu tremble and almost fell off the swivel chair.The high heels hit the ground, making a crisp sound, step by step towards Lang Yiqiu who looked at her with a surprised expression on his face.

"Actually, I didn't drink much."

"Didn't drink much?" Shi Zhen was holding the bottle and counting, when his eyes stopped on the bottle in Lang Yiqiu's hand, he really wanted to keep her here, what did she do?

"No." The person on the chair touched the back of his head, shook his head and stood up, suddenly feeling dizzy.Sitting down again, it was slightly relieved.

Shi Zhen frowned, and glanced at the time displayed at the bottom of the giant screen, it was just past 0:[-] in the morning.

"go home?"

"Yeah." Lang Yiqiu rubbed her temples, as if she was drunk, and the more she rubbed, the more uncomfortable she became. She raised her intoxicated eyes to look at Shi Zhen, and asked for no reason, "Your home or mine?"

Caught off guard, Shi Zhen wanted to turn around and leave. She frowned and took out her phone, unlocked it, tapped her finger on the screen, and dialed a number.

The phone was connected, and in the dim environment, her expression could not be seen clearly: "Where are you? The club, take her back."

Lang Yiqiu was dizzy, and the words he said might even be unbelievable to himself: "You don't have any feelings for me?"

Shi Zhen met her cold eyes: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

The drunken person stood up again, and the discomfort suddenly hit her. She resisted the physical discomfort and asked again: "Do you really feel nothing?"

Lang Yiqiu looks like an old friend of hers, but Shi Zhen can tell the difference and know the two of them.She didn't want to have any more feelings with anyone in her life, and she was about to shake her head in response, when the back of her head was suddenly protected by a warm palm.In the next second, a powerful kiss was pressed against her lips, and then licked gently, as if there was a tendency to make further progress.