Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Li Baihan sat stiffly for a long time, he opened the drawer, put Song Weiwei's photo into a book, and put it in the drawer.

He got up and took a shower, because of the hangover, he had a splitting headache, the hot air aggravated the discomfort in his throat, and he kept coughing.

When he came out of the shower, his face was flushed from coughing, and he hurried to pour himself a glass of water to drink, but the discomfort in his throat did not ease.

He frowned, picked up his phone and called Li Qingcheng.

When the phone was connected, he couldn't stop coughing as soon as he opened his mouth. Li Qingcheng's nervous voice came from the other end, "Brother, why are you coughing so badly?"

Li Baihan breathed a sigh of relief, his voice hoarse, "You may have caught a cold, Qing Cheng, come to my apartment."

Li Qingcheng didn't dare to delay, as soon as he hung up the phone, he rushed to Century Garden with the medicine box on his back. When he got to the apartment, he saw Li Baihan who came to open the door.

His eyes were bloodshot, he coughed and sneezed constantly, but his cheeks and lips were pale.

He frowned and helped his brother to the sofa to sit down. He took out his stethoscope to check his heart rate. He smelled a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and he looked serious.

"Brother, your body is not suitable for drinking, you know it well?"

Li Baihan coughed while avoiding Li Qingcheng's sharp gaze, he argued guiltily, "I didn't drink."

Li Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, his action was exactly the same as Li Baihan's, "You haven't drunk, where did you smell of alcohol? Brother, if you lie without blinking, won't your conscience hurt?"

Li Baihan: "..."

After listening to the heart rate, Li Qingcheng took his pulse again, and after some consultation, Li Qingcheng confirmed the diagnosis, "It's a cold, I'll prescribe you medicine for a few days, but I think you should go to the hospital for an examination. I'm afraid your body won't be able to withstand your pretensions."

Li Bai glanced at him coldly, "Are you getting more courageous?"

Li Qingcheng's heart tightened, and he realized that his words were indeed a little too free, he said with a straight face: "Now I am your attending doctor, not your brother."

Li Baihan: "..."

The old and young couldn't hold him down, so he asked the attending doctor to hold him down. This brat has made progress, and he won't suffer if he is released!
Li Baihan was still dragged by Li Qingcheng to the hospital for an examination, after the examination, he ran into Song Yuheng in the air corridor.

The two looked at each other.

Song Yuheng didn't stop for a moment, and walked straight past them.

Li Qingcheng quickly stopped him, "Doctor Song, wait a minute, I have some questions to ask you about the patient in bed 58."

Song Yuheng paused. He and Li Qingcheng were not in the same department, but the patient in bed 58 was in a special situation, and the postoperative complications involved multiple organs.

Therefore, the Brain Department and other departments jointly consulted, and he and Li Qingcheng also had an intersection.

Seeing Song Yuheng looking over, Li Qingcheng's eyes flicked to him and landed on his brother, and then he looked away again, as if he didn't know his brother at all.

He said to his brother: "Brother, I will inform you when the test results come out, don't drink alcohol during this time, don't play dead."

Li Baihan's fingers hanging by his side were slightly itchy, and he really wanted to slap his brother on the forehead, so he turned and left with a cold face.

Li Qingcheng watched his brother run wild, and shouted from behind, "Don't drink, your body is important!"

After Li Baihan's figure disappeared behind the elevator door, Li Qingcheng looked away, and walked quickly to Song Yuheng's side, "Doctor Song, I kept you waiting."

Song Yuheng withdrew his gaze, looked at the face in front of him that was almost similar to Li Baihan, and said calmly: "That was your brother just now?"

"Well, dear brother."

Song Yuheng hooked his lips, "Seeing that you two look like copied and pasted, I also know that you two are brothers."

Li Qingcheng smiled embarrassingly, "Doctor Song, let's talk about the patient in bed 58. His condition is not very good. If he has another operation..."

Song Yuheng listened to him absently.

He didn't expect that Li Qingcheng was Li Baihan's younger brother, they were not in the same department, and their duty hours were different, almost staggered.

If it wasn't for the patient in bed 58, he adjusted the time to match the medical plan, and they wouldn't have any intersection at all.

Li Qingcheng talked for a long time before realizing that Song Yuheng was distracted. He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Doctor Song, are you listening to me?"

Song Yuheng came back to his senses, he stared at Li Qingcheng, "Your brother is not in good health?"

Li Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, looking at the handsome face of the male god, Tie Hanhan didn't think much about why Dr. Song was interested in his brother, and said: "Well, I had an operation six years ago, although I recovered very well after the operation. Very good, but the body is very fragile, and it is prone to problems if it is not carefully cared for."

Song Yuheng frowned, "Six years ago?"

This timing was so coincidental that he had to think about it.

Li Qingcheng nodded, "Yes, Doctor Song, are you very interested in my brother?"

The corners of Song Yuheng's mouth twitched. Seeing Li Qingcheng's gossipy face, he snorted softly, "Who is interested in him? Let's talk about the patient in bed 58."

Li Qingcheng: "..."

Why did he feel that Song Yuheng knew his brother? Perhaps there was still a love-hate relationship between the two of them.

No!

He was thinking about it!

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In the cafe with a beautiful environment, Beethoven's piano music floated in the sky, and the voices of people around were deliberately lowered.

Sitting next to the window is a pair of beautiful men, both talented and beautiful. This position is unique, and people who enter the coffee shop or pass by the window will notice them immediately.

Li Baihan turned a blind eye to those gazes, he asked the waiter to pour him a glass of warm water, took a handful of cold medicine and went down.

Miao Yiren sat opposite him, watching him take the medicine without changing his face, a deep furrow formed between his brows, "Brother Han, are you sick?"

Li Baihan put the cold medicine back into his suit pocket, stared at Miao Yiren expressionlessly, and asked without answering, "Did you go to Li's house yesterday?"

Miao Yiren's fingers resting on her knees slightly curled up, and she lowered her eyelids, "Yes, I went to visit my aunt."

"Don't go in the future." Li Baihan said.

Hearing this, Miao Yiren suddenly raised her head and looked at him in astonishment, as if she couldn't believe her ears, "Brother Han, what did you say?"

Li Baihan looked at her without blinking, "My mother is simple-minded and easy to fool. She believes what others say. I don't want her kindness to be taken advantage of by those who want to."

Miao Yiren's face was pale, her lips trembled slightly, "You mean, I used her?"

"There are some things I don't want to say too bluntly, but I find it's impossible not to say clearly." Li Bohan paused, his voice suddenly became cold and unfeeling, "Miss Miao, I have never liked you, I hope you will never Do superfluous things."

Miao Yiren's eyes widened, she looked at him in disbelief, her heart seemed to be smashed by a hammer, and her whole body trembled.

Tears rushed out of the eyes almost instantly, "Brother Han, but I like you."