The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

With this thought in mind, the man sat back down again.

But……

As time passes by minute by minute.

Gu Weimian had no intention of stopping writing.

He opened the computer and closed it again, watching Gu Weimian lower his head to write.

"What kind of potion is this?"

Gu Weimian paused with his pen for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Ning Quruo, and said casually, "You may have never heard of a drug called YW neurotoxin."

Ning Quruo really hadn't heard of it.

YW?

"Someone was poisoned?"

"Um."

Ning Quruo narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly checked the candidates in his mind.

Although I have never heard of YW, my nervous system is poisoned...

Could it be Huo Yan?

Wasn't he injured?

His face darkened slightly and he was in a bad mood.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The hour hand has pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.

In other wards, the lights were dimmed one by one.

"It's time for you to rest."

Gu Weimian's current body couldn't bear to stay up late. 【】

Gu Weimian frowned, "Just a little while."

She hasn't left the hospital yet, so she can only write down these derivation and production processes in full.

If Ao Qijun's spinal fluid matches, Ge Renhao can start production.

One month.

Her hand tightened on the pen.

She must seize the time, and return every item to him as soon as possible.

His legs were just the beginning.

The movements of the hands are non-stop.

As time goes on.

Ning Quruo didn't interfere from the beginning, but his face became darker and darker later on.

"You said it only takes a while."

Gu Weimian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand holding the pen tightened.

she……

She might... be sick again.

Take your time, a little more, a little more.

Before she could finish writing the equation, the things in her hand had already been taken away by the man.

"What on earth are you writing! Can this thing be eaten?!"

Gu Weimian still didn't stop. She finished writing the equation directly on the table.

When Ning Quruo saw this, he simply took away Gu Weimian's pen!

"Give it back to me!" Gu Weimian frowned, raised his hand, and kept pressing his temple.

"You still want it! Do you know you will die if you keep writing like this?!"

Gu Weimian shook his head and stretched out his hand to Ning Quruo, "Whether I die or not has nothing to do with whether I write or not."

When Ning Quruo heard this, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

“You wrote until two in the morning and you said it’s okay?!”

He took a breath, his voice low,

"Why...why are you so nice to Huo Yan?"

Look at Gu Weimian's eyes widening slightly.

The man knew he had guessed correctly.

Ning Quruo was so angry that he threw what Gu Weimian had written into the trash can in the corner.

It was a thick stack and was so heavy when thrown down that the entire trash can almost tipped over.

Look at this trash can full of manuscripts.

He still feels angry!

"Crack!"

The man also broke the pen in his hand.

The man took a deep breath: "Do you only think about Huo Yan?"

Does Gu Weimian know what his face looks like now?

Not even a trace of blood was visible.

If she hadn't been able to speak, Ning Quruo would have almost wondered if she was... dead.

It's almost like death.

Does she know if something happens to her again...

What will happen to him?

His voice was hoarse.

He came closer, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and whispered, "You asked me to deliver the papers, and I obeyed. You asked me to get the mail, and I obeyed. Can't you just listen once?"

Gu Weimian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

for a long time.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

It was she who made Ning Quruo worried, without considering Ning Quruo's feelings.

Ning Quruo was stunned for a moment, then turned away his face, "Humph."

But hold the hand...

Gu Weimian pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry."

She looked at Ning Quruo and smiled slightly, "You are very good, it was me who was not good, I'm sorry."

The tips of Ning Quruo's ears were a little red, and he still held the broken half pen in his hand.

Gu Weimian's sudden apology made his face flush slightly.

what the hell……

He glanced at the paper in the wastebasket.

No, he didn't do anything wrong.

The man said angrily:

"Can you please not use the word "good" to describe me next time?"

It sounded like a three-year-old child.

But got no response.

He was startled and turned around.

At some point, Gu Weimian had already laid down, curled up into a small ball, with only his head exposed.

His eyes softened slightly, but he complained, "Next time you do this, I will throw what you wrote into the trash can!"

As he spoke, he helped Gu Weimian tuck in the quilt.

Looking at Gu Weimian's closed eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up in an almost invisible arc.

"Pap..."

The man raised his hand and turned off the light.

Then he walked to his seat.

Get ready for bed.

Flatten the chair into a bed.

Lie down and close your eyes.

Breathing gradually calms down.

until……

"Bang" sound.

The man opened his eyes suddenly.

The woman on the hospital bed fell off the bed without warning.

"No, it's okay, go to sleep quickly..."

Good night~