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Afterwards, Song Ling fell seriously ill.

He had a high fever, his face was pale, his brows were tightly furrowed, but his mouth was tightly closed. He was semi-conscious and didn't say a word.

But when he said he was going to the hospital, he tightly grabbed Zhou Qingluo's arm, refusing to die.

"Song Ling, shall we go to the hospital?"

"If you don't go, you will die."

"..." Now it's like this, if you don't go, you will die.

Helpless, Zhou Qingluo had no choice but to call Guan Minglang and tell him to come quickly to pick Song Ling up to the hospital.

It's also time for him to buy a car. There is a patient in the family who is afraid of the hospital. It is more convenient to have a car.

Guan Minglang came soon after. Seeing Song Ling like this, he was terrified. He hurriedly picked him up and jammed him into the traffic. He ran wildly all the way, and finally arrived at the hospital.

After the doctor's examination, he said to Zhou Qingluo: "The patient has severe sleep deprivation. He must have smoked a lot of cigarettes recently, took a lot of stimulants, was physically exhausted, did not eat on time, had hypoglycemia, gastrointestinal disorders, and there are many spots on his arms. According to the patient's medical records, the place where the cigarette butt was burned should be that the patient wanted to refresh himself through self-mutilation, and generally speaking, it was tired."

Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling's black eyes and thin face, feeling uncomfortable.

No wonder he had to follow him, for a month, with such a life, isn't he really afraid of death?

This habit of hiding and retiring at every turn has to be changed.

Guan Minglang: "Let him take a good rest and take a step to speak."

Zhou Qingluo followed Guan Minglang to his office.

Guan Minglang looked at him silently, then sighed.

Zhou Qingluo was most afraid of the doctor's sigh, "Doctor Guan, just say what you have to say, you will make me think the situation is serious."

Guan Minglang looked serious: "The situation is very serious."

Zhou Qingluo: "Tell me."

"I have also heard about your wall paintings being deliberately destroyed. The recent hot news in the society is that the secretary of the chairman of Baomu Group has been imprisoned, the rich man has been exposed to cheating many people, and the word-of-mouth cartoonist has been accused of plagiarism. Song Ling did it."

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "Yes."

"Then you want to know how he spent this month?"

Relying on the doctor's description, Zhou Qingluo could also make up a general idea.

"He only did one thing this month, and that was to lock himself in a room, turn on the lights and draw the curtains, eat sloppily and not eat on time, day and night, rely on nicotine and caffeine to keep him awake, squatting in front of the computer Typing on the keyboard, constantly hacking into the city's monitoring system, communication system, and even the household registration system, to find the person who ordered the disabled children to destroy." Guan Minglang paused, and then said, "And these operations are all against the law. of."

Zhou Qingluo listened silently.

Guan Minglang: "Song Ling had close to paranoid and pathological dependence on Jiang Shiyan before, and his attitude towards you is almost the same as now. You are a CPU, he is a robot, and he follows your orders, but you are a good person, and You have no plans for him, so you are fatally attracted to him, but Song Ling is a patient, which doesn't mean anything, if you want to play with him, play the trick of young couples trying to get jealous of each other, let Forget what he proves to you, just treat him as an ordinary friend."

"Song Ling is a patient. If you try to get him to prove something for you, then he will definitely choose the most straightforward way and use his own means, regardless of right or wrong."

"Is it Song Ling's business to solve the case? If he keeps doing this and invades these systems recklessly, he will be exposed to the public one day. Have you thought about the consequences?"

Guan Minglang: "With such a large workload, the entire office may not be able to find out the people in a month. How did he do it? He was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He wanted to find out that person, but he used self-harm to stay rational and endured the pain. To die with that person, you say, what is he trying to do? Is there any need? There is nothing more important than life."

Zhou Qingluo lowered his head and pursed his lips.

He knows best that nothing is more important than life.

"However, Dr. Guan, life is indeed the most important, but it does not mean that other than life, other things are not important, and that painting is also very important."

"Song Ling is a patient, but he is also a person. That painting was the painstaking effort of Song Ling and I. He likes wall paintings. He is very happy when he paints, but there will always be some people who deliberately hurt him. Those who know that he is sick Isn’t the person who deliberately provokes him hateful? Shouldn’t he be punished? What Song Lingtu said is that those who ruin it should be punished.”

"All along, Song Ling was right, but his methods were wrong."

People who have never been loved don't love themselves at all.

Song Ling is like this.

His mistake this time was that he was too anxious to let Song Ling open his heart, that's why Song Ling went all out and he lost control.

"As for me and him, it's really not a good time to fall in love. There are still many unresolved conflicts between us, but Song Ling said that I am different from Jiang Shiyan, and I believe him."

"I did make a mistake this time. I will try my best to avoid it in the future. I will definitely persuade him to abide by the law. I will not be in a hurry to fall in love with him. I will take good care of him and let him take care of his health. Please rest assured."

"Also, Dr. Guan, don't treat him as a patient all the time. When you see him, you want to arrest him and study him as a typical case. How is this different from a butcher seeing a pig?"

Guan Minglang was silent for a long time before he sighed slowly.

What kind of metaphor is this, but there is some truth to it.

When Song Ling woke up, he smelled the smell of disinfectant first. He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. Just as he was about to pull out the needle, he saw a few words written on the bandage.

Don't pull it out.

Song Ling recognized that it was Zhou Qingluo's handwriting. He stopped his hand, tapped the words with his fingertips, and curled his lips.

He raised his eyes and saw Guan Minglang who was playing with his mobile phone, and immediately turned cold again.

Guan Minglang clicked his tongue, "Why do you still have two faces?"

Song Ling looked around and saw no one, so he was very disappointed.

Guan Minglang: "Zhou Qingluo went to work."

Song Ling pressed in a low voice: "I'm already like this, and he still goes to work?"

"...You just tell him that you are rich and don't need him to work."

Song Ling: "..."

"Okay, I watched you all night yesterday, and I rushed to work again early in the morning, and I have ordered breakfast for you."

Song Ling looked at the drip impatiently, wanting to turn it to the highest setting, and to finish the drip and be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingluo's handwriting was also on the needle tube.

Don't adjust.

Song Ling looked depressed, but he was obedient, and lay down obediently to get an IV drip.

Guan Minglang finally saw a trace of normal people's emotions on his face, and teased: "It's rare, you are so honest."

Song Ling gave him a cool look, "How much bullshit did you talk to Zhou Qingluo?"

"Say it, you always attack the network to obtain information and break the law."

Song Ling disdained, "Who can catch me."

"If you can't catch it, it's also a crime."

Song Ling: "..."

"One day you will go to jail, and you will be sentenced to ten or eight years. Don't think about it. No matter who you like, what is the use? Sentence is less, three to five years. When you get out of prison, you can just join him and others. wedding."

Song Ling ground his teeth, ignored him, and called Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo quickly picked it up with a smile in his voice, "You're awake."

Song Ling also hooked the corners of his mouth, "Yes, what are you doing?"

"I'm at work. Mr. Zhao has accepted a job to adapt a text to a game. I'm designing characters and scenes for the game."

"Can you come and see me during your lunch break?"

"Okay, I'll be there in a while, what do you want to eat, I'll bring it to you."

"Eat our dad's cooking, okay?"

"Okay, I'll send it to you later, I'm busy first, bye."

Song Ling frowned and stared at the phone, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at Guan Minglang.

Why is Zhou Qingluo indifferent to the word 'our dad'?

"What did you tell Zhou Qingluo again?"

Guan Minglang: "Do you think I dare to say anything? If you come to withdraw the capital, won't my hospital be unable to run?"

"Then why isn't he shy?"

Guan Minglang: "??"

"...Maybe you are also like this, he is used to it?"

"I will be discharged from the hospital after the drip is over, otherwise the capital will be withdrawn."

"I don't want to keep you either, I'm here to see your face."

"..."

"Huh? Did I say it?"

"get out."

"But Zhou Qingluo said, you'd better wait until you recover before you leave the hospital."

Song Ling lay obediently on the hospital bed, looking at Guan Minglang who was quietly sitting next to him playing with his mobile phone, he hesitated to speak several times.

Guan Minglang caught his micro expression: "It's rare, you actually want to take the initiative to talk to me, just ask if you have anything."

Song Ling asked: "When I was sick, was Zhou Qingluo worried and anxious?"

Guan Minglang thought for a while, then nodded: "I'm in a hurry."

"How anxious are you?"

"You are in a coma, and you still don't want to go to the hospital. You are afraid that you will die, and you are almost crying."

Song Ling curled his lips triumphantly.

It's not bad that someone is worrying about being in the hospital, and the hospital doesn't seem to be so scary anymore.

Guan Minglang: "Can you stop being so nasty?"

"Why don't you get out?"

"After you finish your drip, I'll take you to the psychology department to see a doctor."

"roll."

Guan Minglang took out a registration form from his clothes, "Zhou Qingluo registered the number for you. To prove my innocence, there is his signature on the back."

Song Ling took a look, and sure enough there was Zhou Qingluo's signature on the back of the registration form.

"I dont go."

"He will come over at noon in a while and ask me how you are doing after seeing the psychology department. How should I answer?"

"Just show him proof."

"Isn't it appropriate? In order to live in someone's house, you have already lied to him that you have no money, and now you want to continue to lie?"

"..."

"If you keep cheating like this, do you still have a chance?"

"..."

Guan Minglang looked at Song Ling's aggrieved expression, and asked casually, "What are you worried about?"

Normally, when Guan Minglang asked Song Ling questions, Song Ling would be very cautious.

But Guan Minglang didn't expect that he got Song Ling's answer.

"I'm worried he'll be scared when he sees the test results."

He was tired of those fucking psychological tests, and the results of the tests all said that he was an out-and-out lunatic and hopeless.

He didn't want Zhou Qingluo to see this.

Guan Minglang suppressed the joy in his heart, "He asked me to tell you, it's not like he has never seen you look crazy, don't worry."

Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but resisted silently, his face becoming more and more ugly.

Guan Minglang smiled, and handed him the registration form, "If you don't want to go, don't go, no one is forcing you."

It turns out that above the three words "Zhou Qingluo", there is a line of small characters——

Don't go if you don't want to go.

Guan Minglang didn't expect Song Ling to follow him obediently to see a doctor in the psychology department, but he did not resist the psychology department, which is already a great improvement.

The coordination between him and Zhou Qingluo was very successful.

Guan Minglang smiled, "Zhou Qingluo said, don't let me keep studying you as a typical case."

"We, Qing Luo, are right."

"Yes, what's the difference between that and the pig seeing the butcher."

"..."

"That's what you Qing Luo said."

Song Ling stared at the ceiling with an aggrieved face, and after a while, he laughed and cursed speechlessly, "Fuck."

Guan Minglang also smiled.

Maybe what he said to Zhou Qingluo last night was all wrong.

Rigidly following theory and experience to treat patients may not be effective, and local materials may sometimes have immediate results.

Zhou Qingluo and Jiang Shiyan were really different at all.

Song Ling looked at the registration slip and snorted, "Your number is actually worth 100 yuan?"

Guan Minglang: "...This is still the internal price, thank you."

"Don't read it, get your money back."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo went home at noon and brought Song Ling a meal to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Jiao Zuo and Xiaoci also came and bought flowers and fruits. Xiaoci was arranging flowers, and Jiao Zuo was peeling oranges. The whole ward smelled of flowers and fruits, and it was not cold.

Jiao Zuo finished peeling the orange, broke off a piece and handed it to his mouth, "Come and eat."

And Song Ling lay on the bed awkwardly, turning his head away, as if he wasn't used to being taken care of like this.

He pushed Jiao Zuo's hand away, "Don't I have hands? Do you want this?"

"You are sick and weak."

"roll."

Song Ling really wanted to hit him, to let him know what it means to be weak.

He glanced at Xiao Ci, thinking how could she fall in love with this thing.

Zhou Qingluo knocked on the door and went in, Song Ling's face immediately changed from cloudy to sunny.

Seeing Zhou Qingluo come in, Xiaoci was very happy, and she greeted enthusiastically, "Sange!"

Zhou Qingluo came in with the food, and brought a smell of the food, "You are here too."

Jiao Zuo: "What kind of rice did you bring so delicious?"

Zhou Qingluo: "My dad cooked it himself, have you eaten it?"

Xiao Ci looked at the only meal in his hand: "We have eaten."

Jiao Zuo: "We haven't eaten yet."

The two spoke in unison.

Xiao Ci stared at Jiao Zuo speechlessly.

Jiao Zuo was puzzled, what did he do wrong, "We didn't eat."

Xiao Ci: "..."

Zhou Qingluo was a little sorry, "I didn't know you were here, so I only brought a meal."

Song Ling immediately issued an order to evict customers: "If you haven't eaten, go and eat quickly. If you want to eat, you can place an order yourself."

Jiao Zuo turned on his phone, and Song Ling sent him a link.

To be honest, he didn't dare to click on the links posted by Song Ling, his mobile phone might be hacked at all, and those chat records between him and Xiao Ci couldn't be viewed even if he paid.

"Dude, what did you send me, a virus or a Trojan horse?"

Song Ling: "Master Zhou's bento is delicious and healthy. Qing Luo's father opened it. If you want to eat yourself, let's go."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, thinking that their family should pay Song Ling the promotion fee.

Jiao Zuo: "Don't, we just arrived, and we haven't finished eating the fruit..."

Xiao Ci couldn't bear it anymore, and dragged Jiao Zuo out, "Then we're going to eat, you guys have a good rest." She paused, smiled and shook her fist at Zhou Qingluo: "Sange, come on."

Zhou Qingluo: "Thank you."

Jiao Zuo: "Honey, I still want to spend time with my brother..."

Xiao Ci looked at Jiao Zuo speechlessly, held back for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence: "Do you want to accompany me?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Jiao Zuo finally realized it, and walked faster than anyone else, "Then we're leaving, you eat slowly, and call us if you need it."

As soon as the two left, Song Ling lay on the bed, looking at Zhou Qingluo motionlessly.

Zhou Qingluo propped up the small table for him, and opened the food, "My dad cooked a small stove for you, and they are all light and easy to digest dishes, eat."

"Feed me."

Zhou Qingluo knew that some people started doing it again, "You have hands."

"I'm sick and weak."

"..."

Song Ling raised his hand and brought it close to his eyes, "Really, after working on the computer for a month, my tendon sheath inflammation, I can't use my hands, look."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help laughing, "I'm not X-ray, how can I see tenosynovitis."

Song Ling continued to sell miserably, "I'm not lying to you, my wrist hurts when I move it, and I can't even hold chopsticks."

Zhou Qingluo was helpless, he didn't want to expose the way he threw off Jiao Zuo's hand like a rainbow just now, and picked up the lunch box in a good-tempered manner to feed some people who didn't know if it was tenosynovitis.

Who called him a patient?

Song Ling looked unable to take care of himself, paralyzed on the bed waiting for Zhou Qingluo to feed him, but his eyes never left Zhou Qingluo's face.

He suddenly understood what it was like to be loved and cared for by others.

Jiao Zuo walked in such a hurry that he forgot to take his mobile phone. He turned back to get his mobile phone, and happened to meet Song Ling's large-scale double-standard scene.

He poohed secretly, thinking that it doesn't matter if he didn't take the phone, he would probably be beaten to death by Song Ling if he went in now.

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo's face, staring at the small mole at the end of his eyes, "Qingluo, why do you think Jiao Zuo is called Xiaoci's wife?"

Zhou Qingluo responded, "Little young man, that's how it is when you fall in love."

"Then what should Xiaoci's name be Jiao Zuo?"

"husband."

"Ah."

Zhou Qingluo snapped his fingers, and seeing some people's complacent looks, he realized that he had been tricked again.

"Why are you shy, you will call sooner or later."

"Talk about it and eat it yourself!"

After the meal was over, Zhou Qingluo blinked at him and smiled. Of course he knew that Song Ling had been staring at him.

"Look what I do."

"It looks good, it looks even better when you look up close." Song Ling looked down at his neckline, "It should look good when you take it off."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a blank look: "But you don't look good."

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhou Qingluo counted them one by one with his fingers, "Scrupled face, scruffy beard, sunken eye sockets, disheveled hair, darkened Yintang, and burnt hands by cigarette butts, tell me, what looks good."

Song Ling subconsciously hid his arms.

Zhou Qingluo pretended not to notice his small movements, and lowered his head to clean up the dishes.

Song Ling looked at his drooping eyelashes, which were long and curled up, densely packed, but couldn't cover his gradually reddened eye sockets.

He was a little wronged, a little sad, a little distressed, and a little helpless.

Song Ling suddenly felt that someone had used a reamer to smash his heart into pieces.

Just now he heard Guan Minglang say that when he was unconscious, Zhou Qingluo cried anxiously, and he sounded a little proud.

But now just seeing his red eyes, he felt very distressed.

Song Ling: "Qing Luo, I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Zhou Qingluo sniffed, without looking into his eyes, and whispered, "I will take you wherever you want, but this time you ran away by yourself."

"This month, I don't even know where to find you."

"Song Ling, don't do this next time."

Song Ling reached out and rubbed the mole on the corner of his eye, then pressed his palm against his face, "I'm sorry."

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "Okay."

Song Ling obediently lay in the hospital for a few days, and was discharged only after he recovered from his illness.

Guan Minglang was a little surprised, it was not easy to earn the medical expenses of Boss Song's hospitalization.

Jiao Zuo drove to pick him up from the hospital, Guan Minglang sent him to the hospital gate, "Welcome to come again next time."

Song Ling: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Guan Minglang smiled: "The psychology department is waiting for your arrival."

Song Ling: "Get lost."

But when Song Ling saw Jiao Zuo's car, he wanted to drag Jiao Zuo down and beat him up.

The sports car he drives has only two seats, and the co-pilot also brings Xiao Ci.

Song Ling asked with a good temper: "Excuse me, where do you want me to sit? The hood or the trunk?"

Jiao Zuo didn't know that he was frantically probing on the verge of death, and he took a step forward recklessly.

"Ah? Qing Luo didn't come to pick you up?"

"..."

"How about you take a taxi?"

Xiaoci felt that no matter how high her EQ was, there was no way she could save Jiao Zuo.

Guan Minglang thought it was funny, so he came to add fuel to the story, "There is a poor guy in this family, Zhou Qingluo has to go to work to earn money to support the family, and he hasn't left work yet."

Jiao Zuo: "What do you mean? Why didn't I understand."

Guan Minglang: "Now our big boss Song is a poor ghost who has no money and no place to live and can only temporarily live in Zhou Qingluo's house. We brazenly eat soft food."

Jiao Zuo clicked his tongue a few times and gave Song Ling a thumbs up.

Speaking of routines, Song Ling is still awesome, "If you eat soft rice, you don't eat it yourself, you have to be fed."

Jiao Zuo turned his head and asked Xiaoci: "Xiaoci, if I have no money and no place to live in the future and can only live in your house temporarily, will you feed me like Zhou Qingluo did to Song Ling?"

Song Ling: "..."

Xiao Ci raised her forehead, she really, why did she fall in love with this thing, "I will kick you."

Jiao Zuo sighed: "Hey, where can I find such a good wife?"

Xiaoci was so angry that she wanted to get out of the car, but Jiao Zuo locked it with a click.

"..."

"When you get on this thief ship, don't even think about running away."

Guan Minglang didn't even notice. He threw Song Ling a bunch of car keys, pointed at the Jetta parked by the side of the road, "Take it and drive it, it suits your personality."

Song Ling readily accepted, and just as he was about to walk over, his phone rang, and it was Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo: "Have you come out yet?"

"It's at the gate."

"Then you wait, I'll call you a special car, license plate Ling AN9835, white Passat, the master will be there in 500 meters."

"it is good."

Song Ling threw the car keys back to Guan Minglang.

"Why, no? You go back?"

"Of course not," Song Ling coughed, the smugness in his eyes showing, "Qing Luo called me a special car."

"..."