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Ling'er...

Song Ling stared at the person, his salivary glands were secreting frantically, he wanted to swallow, but now he choked.

He tried his best not to let himself cough too embarrassingly.

Zhou Qingluo was so angry that he sat comfortably on the co-pilot and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Song Ling shut himself up on the spot, drove seriously, and stopped talking.

Song Ling didn't go to the People's Hospital or Mingde Hospital, but went to another private hospital called Century Minglang Hospital.

The location of the hospital is quite remote and it is built like a castle. There is a large fountain and square in front of the outpatient building. It is heavily guarded and there are few people. It does not look like a normal hospital.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what to do.

Just hearing the name of this hospital, it seems that it is a specialized hospital that helps celebrities treat some hidden diseases, such as infertility and X dysfunction.

It can be seen that the appearance of the medical staff and patients passing by seems to be a plastic surgery hospital again.

Or is there some mysterious organ trading organization behind the scenes?

Did Song Ling bring him here to have his kidney removed, or to make him look exactly like Jiang Shiyan?

Zhou Qingluo followed Song Ling out of the car a little apprehensively, he hesitated to speak a few times before saying, "Is this hospital regular?"

Song Ling seemed to have read his mind, "Zhou Qingluo, I won't pick your internal organs, don't worry."

"..." There is no need to say it so directly.

However, the way Song Ling called his name coldly and indifferently, it was much more pleasing to the ear.

It turns out that Young Master Song likes to use violence to control violence.

He got it.

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and then said without changing his face, "I'm not worried about this, I paid for the medical insurance by myself, and I can only be reimbursed for the expenses if I have to go to a hospital above the second class."

Song Ling glanced at him, with a look of 'I see through you, but I won't pierce your little thoughts', "Really."

Zhou Qingluo ignored it and continued: "The top three are the best, and the reimbursement rate is the highest."

Song Ling raised the corner of his mouth, shook his head slightly, and made a phone call. A young doctor in a white coat came to pick them up.

When he saw Song Ling, he punched Song Ling in the chest, "Hey, Duke Huan Cai is here."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know why he was called Song Ling Duke Huan of Qi, but he still understood the allusion of Duke Huan of Qi avoiding medical treatment.

Song Ling lowered his head and gestured towards Zhou Qingluo: "He has skin allergies, please prescribe some medicine."

The doctor's name was Guan Minglang, and he was a little surprised when he received Song Ling's call.

From Guan Minglang's point of view, Song Ling is an extremely unhealthy person. In addition, there seems to be something wrong with his relationship recently. He himself has no willpower to survive, and his spiritual world seems to be on the verge of collapse.

He originally wanted to find a chance to lock him up and treat him well, but terminally ill people always think that they are not sick, and they think that being crazy is no big deal, it seems that he is here as a dragon's den and a tiger's den, and he doesn't want to come.

Only then did Guan Minglang see Zhou Qingluo beside Song Ling.

At first glance, Guan Minglang thought it was Jiang Shiyan, and blurted out, "Jiang..." Mister, why are you so tanned.

Song Ling interrupted him: "His name is Zhou Qingluo."

Guan Minglang took a deep breath and paused when he looked at Zhou Qingluo, his consciousness jumped back and forth between "Is Song Ling empathizing with someone else" and "Where can I find a substitute who looks like Song Ling?"

He subconsciously looked at Song Ling. Song Ling twisted his neck, as if he was going to hang him up and beat him in the next second.

Zhou Qingluo was the first to break the silence: "Hello, doctor."

Guan Minglang quickly recovered and said to Zhou Qingluo with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, hello, you go to the treatment room over there and wait. A dermatologist will come to see you in a while."

Song Ling: "Hurry up."

Guan Minglang: "Who told you not to tell me about your symptoms when you came here? I'm a psychiatrist, so of course I don't see skin diseases."

Song Ling: "You don't know how to see a doctor, so what kind of dean should you be?"

Guan Minglang: "..."

Zhou Qingluo suffered from too many illnesses in his previous life, and he listened to the doctor the most. Knowing that Guan Minglang was the principal, he obediently went to the consultation room to wait like a primary school student meeting the principal.

Song Ling followed Guan Minglang out and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Guan Minglang: "Who is he?"

Song Ling didn't speak.

Guan Minglang didn't ask any more questions, even if Song Ling didn't want to say anything, it would be useless to pry his mouth with tongs.

"It should be ordinary photosensitive dermatitis, not serious."

Song Ling: "At that time, when the doctor saw him, he said it was more serious."

Guan Minglang: "No, I have medical ethics."

Song Ling raised the corners of his mouth, folded his arms and tilted his head, looking at him with malicious intent, "Really."

Guan Minglang knew in his heart that once Song Ling showed such an expression, he would be suspicious and ask "really", which showed that he had no way to force others to submit.

Song Ling: "I don't have time recently. I can only postpone the matter of modifying your car for you."

Guan Minglang was silent: "Tell me, how serious is it?"

Song Ling nodded in satisfaction, "You can't work outdoors, you can only work indoors."

"Good talk, good talk."

Modifying a racing car is a trivial matter. As Song Ling is the largest shareholder of the hospital, if he withdraws the capital, then his hospital is likely to suffer a well-known capital chain break and go bankrupt...

Song Lingzhi laughed, Guan Minglang looked at him with a sinister smile, and asked, "Why, do you want to invite people to work in your cafe, and watch them all the time?"

"none of your business."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo, who was being tricked by others, waited for a while. Song Ling and Guan Minglang came back, followed by a young male doctor with a serious expression. It seemed that he was here to issue a critical illness notice.

The doctor asked him a few questions, buried his head in his notebook, and raised his head, "Come on, take off your clothes and show me."

They were all big men, and Zhou Qingluo was unambiguous. He took off the white T-shirt with a swish, revealing a muscular but well-proportioned upper body.

Song Ling raised his drooping eyelids, and what caught his eyes was Zhou Qingluo's white upper body, which was in stark contrast to his bronze-colored face that had been exposed for a long time, and the visual impact was very strong.

His muscles are smooth and his waist is very thin. Because he has no abdominal muscles, his waist looks soft.

waist down...

Zhou Qingluo asked: "Doctor, do you want to take off your pants?"

Song Ling subconsciously clenched his fist, turned his eyes away, and his Adam's apple rolled down involuntarily.

"No need, just look at the upper body." The doctor raised his head and was startled, "Oh! Your skin is so white, and it looks like this after being tanned. People with thin skin will definitely get dermatitis after being exposed to the sun. Okay, clothes Put it on."

After Zhou Qingluo put on his clothes, Song Ling calmly looked away.

Guan Minglang had been secretly observing Song Ling's reaction, and raised his eyebrows. He was even more curious about this person who seemed to be the same as Jiang Shiyan.

Zhou Qingluo didn't notice the dark and turbulent atmosphere, and only cared about his body.

"Photosensitive dermatitis, shouldn't be serious, right?"

Doctor: "It's not serious, just apply some medicine, pay attention to rest, and pay attention to sun protection, and you'll be fine."

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Guan Minglang coughed.

The doctor also responded with a general cough and said: "But you can't bask in the sun, it's best not to work outdoors for a long time, it's easy to get skin cancer."

"skin cancer?"

"Yes, it's a type of cancer. If it can't be cured, it may even fester and disfigure your face."

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt that this hospital is not very formal, and even a skin allergy can prevent cancer, "Skin cancer won't be so easy to get."

"The incidence rate is [-]/[-]. In recent years, the ozone layer has been destroyed, ultraviolet radiation has been strengthened, and the incidence of skin cancer is on the rise, especially among outdoor workers."

The doctor saw a dermatitis that could damage the ozone layer. The idea that this hospital is not very formal took root in Zhou Qingluo's mind.

It's like going to a black heart hospital to see a doctor. In order to cheat money, a wet dream can be regarded as infertility.

And Song Ling was a medical fraud who led others to see a doctor in a black heart hospital.

The doctor looked serious: "Looking at your tan like this, you should be engaged in outdoor work. You still have to pay attention. After all, you only have one life. You can't live up to your youth. You should cherish your appearance."

Zhou Qingluo wanted to get up and leave, but when he heard this, he sat down obediently. No one knew the truth of 'life is precious' better than him.

He sent Zhou Qingmu a WeChat message.

[Don't look for me if you have nothing to do]: Sis, what kind of hospital is Century Minglang Hospital?Is it normal?

Zhou Qingmu might be busy, so he didn't reply to his message in detail, only replied three words.

【formal! ! 】

Seeing the exclamation point, Zhou Qingluo had a solid idea, and he replied to the doctor: "Okay, I understand, I won't do outdoor work in the future."

The doctor just issued a list and handed it directly to Song Ling, "Go get the medicine, the usage and dosage are all on it."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Should it be given to me?

Song Ling took the payment slip and asked Guan Minglang, "What's the level of your hospital? Do you have a second-tier hospital?"

Guan Minglang: "..." You are an investor and you didn't know the truth?

Song Ling: "Are there any umbrellas in the office?"

Guan Minglang: "..."

It's hard to see Song Ling's dog-legged appearance.

After Zhou Qingluo came out of the hospital, he was completely relieved. The hospital did not prescribe medicine for him according to the standards for skin cancer, but just some ordinary medicines.

Even in the afterglow of the setting sun, the two big men holding a parasol are a bit strange, and the picture cannot bear to look directly at.

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to support it, Song Ling insisted on putting the umbrella on his head.

"Zhou Qingluo, look at how dark you are."

"How nice it is to be black, what would a big man do for nothing?"

Black spots are not like your Jiang Shiyan.

Zhou Qingluo inexplicably felt that this conversation was a little familiar. The last time Song Ling rubbed his electric car and put a hat on him, he said the same thing, and he thought so too.

Sure enough, Song Ling wanted him to turn white so that he could look like Jiang Shiyan.

Song Lingdun remained silent on the spot, and Zhou Qingluo realized that he had offended the person in front of him when he said this.

After all, Song Ling in front of him is very white, very white, and his appearance is amazing. When he goes out and turns right, he can make his debut directly, which is comparable to the top-tier one.

A sense of apology rose in Zhou Qingluo's heart, thinking about how to explain it, Song Ling said, "One piece is black and the other piece is white, like a flowered pig."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." For someone like Song Ling, there is no need to feel guilty.

Zhou Qingluo: "Thank you for today. If you are busy, go back first. I will take a taxi back by myself."

Song Ling looked at him as if looking at a piece of barbecued pork, and Zhou Qingluo saw a small, heartless self in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Shoulin called, "Qing Luo, are you on the mend? How's it going?"

"No big problem, let's go back."

"Tell Xiao Song to come back for dinner together, Dad will cook for you."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at Song Ling quietly, wondering why Zhou Shoulin hadn't forgotten this, and said in a low voice, "He has something to do..."

Song Ling leaned directly towards the handset of the mobile phone, "Okay, thank you Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling's warm breath stained his fingertips and the side of his face, and he could smell the faint fragrance of lemon on Song Ling's body.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered that he had read a cartoon before, saying that everyone has a unique smell, and people with similar smells will attract each other.

Is Song Ling actually flavored with lemon?It also smells good.

"Ah! Are they going to kiss?"

A sound of eating melons pierced Zhou Qingluo's eardrums, and he realized that the two were too close now. With a glance, two girls not far from them were whispering and looking at them.

Song Ling saw them too, but he pretended he didn't hear anything. After glancing at them, he looked at him calmly.

In view of the fact that Song Ling had mistaken him for Jiang Shiyan before, and hugged him and licked and chewed him, Zhou Qingluo felt that it was a bit dangerous at this time.

He took a step back calmly, "You're too close."

Song Ling: "I don't think so."

Zhou Shoulin on the phone: "Who? Who is too close?"

"No one, I'll go back right away, and hang up Dad."

Zhou Qingluo hung up the phone with a paralyzed face, thinking how could Song Ling be so shameless.

Song Ling stuffed the parasol into Zhou Qingluo's hand, and said innocently, "Your phone is leaking."

Zhou Qingluo annoys people who like to beat people up the most. He follows Song Ling and argues: "Even if the phone is leaking, if it is not intentional eavesdropping, it is impossible to hear it."

"Your behavior is very impolite, do you know that?"

"It's easy to get hit."

"Especially the behavior of getting so close at every turn."

Song Ling didn't answer his words, and walked towards the car. Zhou Qingluo held an umbrella and followed behind him step by step, chattering and arguing with him endlessly.

Unknowingly, he walked to the car, Song Ling stopped, opened the passenger door for him, and tilted his head, "Get in the car."

Zhou Qingluo didn't really want to get in the car.

Song Ling took out the key and handed it to him, "Do you want to open it?"

Zhou Qingluo put away the umbrella and got into the car.

Song Ling seemed very satisfied with his actions, sat in the driver's seat, tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, turned his head and said to him: "Zhou Qingluo, I will be your driver on the back of the saddle, and I will go to your house for dinner. Face?"

Zhou Qingluo shut himself up in the co-pilot with the medicine in his hands. Song Ling is a genius for debating.

Zhou Qingluo turned his head to look out the window, accompanied by the roar of the sports car starting, and Song Ling's voice mixed in.

"Or are you angry with me these two days and avoiding me?"