My Professor Shen

Doctor Liu is a brick, wherever he needs to move, he will perform routine checkups every night to record the recovery of Shen Qingchuan's body.

Jiang Ling observed that he was frowning slightly while writing vigorously, her heart raised her throat, and asked, "What's the matter? Is the situation not optimistic?"

"Miss Jiang, don't worry, Miss is recovering very well." Dr. Liu said with a smile, he was just wondering whether to order maocai or a small barbecue for supper.

Jiang Ling was visibly relieved, tapping her knuckles on the table unconsciously, with hope hidden in her words, "Then...how long will it take to wake up?"

Dr. Liu flipped through the notebook, and after a moment of silence, wondered: "This... the toxins in Miss's body have been cleaned up, the exact time..."

He really has nothing to say.

Jiang Ling closed her eyes, knowing that she was trying to make things difficult for others, so she waved her hands and said, "Thank you, Wen Yu."

Wen Yu nodded, opened the door sideways, made a gesture of invitation to Dr. Liu, and said softly, "Doctor Liu, go slowly."

A light was left in front of the hospital bed, making Jiang Ling's shadow very long, lonely and lonely.

Dr. Liu stopped at the door, couldn't help but glance back, hesitated for a while and then said, "Miss Jiang, don't worry, with her physique, she might wake up tonight."

Although he knew that this sentence was very irresponsible, but a spark of hope can also start a prairie fire.

"En." Jiang Ling replied in a low voice, her voice sounded a little hoarse.

Wen Yu closed the door, still holding the handle, when she heard a sudden sound.

As soon as Jiang Ling stood up, she felt the world spinning for a while. She supported the back of the chair with numb arms, and many white spots appeared in front of her darkened eyes.

Wen Yu rushed up in three steps at a time, hurriedly helped her to sit down slowly, and handed her another glass of warm water.

Jiang Ling took a few sips of water suddenly, and swallowed a little urgently, her throat was a little swollen, and it took a few minutes before she gradually recovered.

Seeing this overworked appearance, Wen Yu pursed her lips, and tentatively said: "Boss Jiang, why don't you go back and rest, I'll just watch Miss Shen tonight."

Jiang Ling held the warm water glass and refused to let go, and said flatly, "No."

Rejecting firmly, Wen Yu looked at her pale lips and sluggish appearance, suddenly resented in her heart, and said coldly: "I should have left Dr. Liu behind just now."

Jiang Ling rolled her eyes mechanically, as if she didn't understand the meaning behind the words.

Wen Yu sneered: "I think this place is also spacious. It's just right for him to add an extra hospital bed. It won't prevent you and Miss Shen from staying together."

She had just rested for a few days when she was hurriedly called to the hospital. She was prepared for the battle, but she didn't expect to come to watch Mr. Jiang personally perform a bitter drama.

When did she get so angry, Jiang Ling glanced at her, and said with a sneer, "It's not that serious."

"It's not serious, it's not serious. Seeing how energetic you are, you'll be fine for another ten and a half months, but it's a pity..." Wen Yu said expressionlessly.

The ridicule was full, and Jiang Ling felt a little nervous for no reason, and asked, "What's the pity?"

Wen Yu smiled softly, "It's a pity that Miss Shen has to find another lover."

Jiang Ling widened her eyes, stared at her in disbelief, and said weakly, "I'm not dead..."

It's all said and done, why is she still as stubborn as a donkey? Maybe it's because of too many private contacts, Wen Yu chose to forget her status as a superior and subordinate, and temporarily treat her as a little sister who fell in love.

"According to the speed at which you demean your body, it will be fast." She said leisurely.

Throughout the ages, I should be the first person to curse her in front of the boss.

Jiang Ling was still unmoved, and turned a deaf ear to her neck.

Wen Yu became even more angry, and softly reprimanded: "If I were Miss Shen, and I woke up and saw my lover like this, I might as well continue to faint."

Hearing about Shen Qingchuan, Jiang Ling reacted again, looked herself up and down a few times, and said hesitantly, "I think it's okay."

"Yes, yes, anyway, they have one nose and two eyes anyway, how different can they be from a beggar." These words were kept in her mind for a long time, and Wen Yu opened up all her firepower, suddenly feeling refreshed.

Although the words are rough, they are concise.

Jiang Ling rubbed her red and swollen eyes in the mirror, looked at that slovenly face, and suddenly felt a sense of crisis in her heart. Maybe Wen Yu was right, she couldn't even look at this look, let alone her sister.

She touched the bridge of her nose and compromised, "Then tonight..."

Wen Yu saw that her attitude was loose, hooked the corners of her lips, and quickly pressed it down again. She gently pushed her twice, pretending to be impatient, and said, "Hurry up, hurry up."

"Bang—" the door closed, and Jiang Ling stood at the door in a daze.

She cleared her throat and said loudly to the crack of the door: "Wen Yu, I have the car keys."

Through the door, Wen Yu's voice seemed distant, "Take a taxi!"

She sat on the warm chair and thought to herself: obey the traffic rules and prohibit fatigued driving.

After showing off her abilities, Wen Yu was filled with fear. She clasped her hands together and bowed to the quiet Shen Qingchuan, muttering something in her mouth: "Ms. Shen bless you, I hope Mr. Jiang can't turn his head around, and don't deduct money from me..."

Of course she didn't notice that the eyeballs of the person on the bed moved.

-

At one o'clock in the morning, there was a faint light from the windows of the villa.

Jiang Ling stepped on the floor with bare feet, and the water stains stretched from the bathroom to the bed. She yawned and rubbed her hair.

"Ding~" The mobile phone message sounded, and she lost all sleepiness in an instant. Could it be Wen Yu's news.

Third Uncle: [Miss Jiang, is Miss awake? 】

A slight sense of loss flashed in Jiang Ling's eyes, and she fell straight on the bed, her wet hair hanging on the edge of the bed, her face buried in the pillow and she let out a soft sigh.

Jiang Ling: [Not yet. 】

Since Shen Qingchuan was hospitalized, Ah San's direct reporter has become her. He seems to be very busy every day, and the communication time is set at night, so today's time is not too late.

Third Uncle: [Come back tomorrow. 】

Not much information was revealed, Jiang Ling's eyes froze, the third uncle should have gained a lot from this trip.

She squinted her eyes, thinking about the person behind the scenes, interspersed with other thoughts.

What should I wear tomorrow?White shirt, Jiang Ling pursed her lips and put her hands behind her head, because she accidentally discovered that her sister was a shirt lover.

It may be because of being too tired, not long after, there was a soft snoring sound in the room.

At five o'clock in the morning, the mobile phone under the arm suddenly turned on.

Wealthy Nu: [Wake up. 】

-

"How long have I been asleep?" Shen Qingchuan struggled to get up, his voice was like a thread.

"Don't move around." Seeing this, Wen Yu pressed her shoulders anxiously, and replied, "No more, no less, exactly five days."

Shen Qingchuan twitched the corners of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to sit after lying down for so long."

The bones all over his body were soft, his limbs were sore and weak, and he couldn't even support his elbows.

"Slow down." Wen Yu helped her slowly straighten her upper body, and put a soft pillow on her lower back.

Shen Qingchuan sipped the water in small mouths, looked around the ward, but did not find Jiang Ling's shadow, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and asked, "What about her?"

Wen Yu pressed the calling bell and said, "Mr. Jiang has gone back to rest."

"En." Shen Qingchuan said lightly, his eyes glanced out of the window, showing no emotion.

The roads intertwine, the lights intertwine, and someone has already set up a breakfast stall at the intersection downstairs, and the steaming smoke makes people feel warm.

Looking at the fireworks in this world, Shen Qingchuan felt the joy of surviving after a catastrophe.

Wen Yu couldn't figure out what she was thinking, so she was silent for a moment, trying to speak well for her boss, "In fact, Mr. Jiang has been guarding you around the clock, and I forced her to go back today..."

Seeming to have finally found someone to complain about, Wen Yu kept talking, talking more and more, and directly betrayed Jiang Ling.

At first, the corners of Shen Qingchuan's lips were still raised, but the more he listened, the more he frowned, and the darker his face became.

Why did he learn not to eat or drink? Shen Qingchuan's chest stagnates.

Wen Yu stopped belatedly, her throat moved, and she stumbled, "Can you...pretend you didn't hear it?"

"Miss is awake!" Dr. Liu rushed in when he heard the calling bell, and the nurse behind him pushed the instrument and almost missed it.

Wen Yu turned sideways, standing at the end of the bed as a background board.

When he was almost done checking, Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes and asked, "What's the reason?"

Dr. Liu took off his stethoscope, pulled up a chair and sat down, and explained: "hydrocyanic acid poisoning."

Shen Qingchuan's eyes flickered slightly, his expression suddenly sharp and cold.

Thinking of Shen Qingchuan who was dying at that time, Dr. Liu said in fear: "hydrocyanic acid solution has a low boiling point and is highly toxic, and it is extremely volatile. die immediately."

Fortunately, the local hospital raced against time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. After all, the blood concentration he tested at that time was as high as 80, and the lethal dose was 120mg/m[-]. It is hard to imagine the crisis at the time of the incident.

"Where's Xiaolu?" Shen Qingchuan suddenly thought of Lu Linshen who had been affected by Chi Yu, and tightened his grip on the quilt.

Doctor Liu quickly comforted her: "Miss Lu is out of danger, but her physical condition is not as good as yours, and she is not awake yet."

"That's good, that's good..." Shen Qingchuan heaved a sigh of relief, leaning against the head of the bed in a daze.

At six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ling's biological clock woke up on time.

She stared at the phone in a daze, fell asleep with wet hair and did not have enough rest time, and fell to the ground dazed for a while.

Jiang Ling rubbed her waist, the corners of her mouth were almost grinning to her ears, even the edges and corners looked gentle, she didn't care about a black shirt and a white shirt, she just put on a piece of clothing and rushed out.

The security guard opened the gate, the wrinkles on his face piled up, and he said with a smile: "Miss Jiang, early—ah—"

Jiang Ling kicked the gas pedal, leaving only a trail of choking exhaust.

At the elevator entrance on the twelfth floor of the hospital, Jiang Ling bumped into Wen Yu who was serving dinner.

Jiang Ling held her shoulders, her eyes were red, "Are you awake?"

Wen Yu felt the pain and nodded.

Jiang Ling's eyes were radiant, she wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and ran to the ward.

"Tut tsk tsk." Wen Yu straightened her hair that was blown up by the wind, and sighed, "Love, when will it be my turn."

In the room, Dr. Liu, Ah San, Lu's father and Lu's mother were all gathered around the bed.

"Thank you, Auntie, for your concern. I feel pretty good." Shen Qingchuan smiled.

Lu's mother patted her hand, and said: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, don't hold back..."

Suddenly there was a loud shout at the door—"Sister!"

Everyone followed the voice and saw Jiang Ling, who was disheveled, holding on to the door frame, panting.

With the folded collar, the Houthi hem, and socks of different colors, Shen Qingchuan felt his heart beating.

She lifted her chin slightly, stretched her arms towards Jiang Ling, and said softly, "Hug."