The host is irritable every day

Chapter 93 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (35)

The woman nodded, stretched out her hand, and reported her family name, "I am the director of the Third Hospital of Sudong City."

Sudong Third Hospital?
Qi Wan didn't know what she meant, but she held her hand symbolically and said hello, "Hello."

"The person just now was an intern in our hospital. Regarding his bad behavior, I will report the situation to the dean, expel him, and discuss it with the medical community, so that he will not be hired for life."

Hearing the woman's righteous words, Qi Wan almost couldn't suppress the joy in her body and gave her a high-five, so she quickly held her breath and then slowed down.

"We ordinary people are very pleased to have you deal with it like this."

-

Near eleven o'clock, several lights of the exchange meeting were turned off, and there were only a few people left in the whole place.

Qi Wan turned around and found Tang Junchen who was leaning in the corner, looking quietly at the dark night scene outside the window.

The whole person is quite tired, the profile of the face is superior and perfect, the eyelashes are quite long, and the bridge of the nose is straight and high.

Tang Junchen is very wrong tonight.

Usually he just has a bland and cool appearance, but now he is quiet and idle, and there is a little sickness between his brows.

When I touched his face when I lifted the corner of my lips just now, it was still a little hot.

Qi Wan pursed her lips and moved closer.

Only two meters away from him, Tang Junchen suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm, bringing her towards him.

Qi Wan staggered a few steps, and when she was about to crash into his arms, someone held her shoulder again and stopped only fifteen centimeters away from him.

With her head still deep in confusion for a while, Tang Junchen took her left hand, palm facing up, and there were obvious blood stains on her white and tender hand.

The color was quite dull, as if she had touched some blood that did not belong to her when picking up the flowers just now.

Tang Junchen took out a tissue from his coat pocket, opened it, lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyelids, and gently wiped her blood-stained palms.

The venue for the exchange meeting was quite large. At the end of the meeting, the lights were turned on and cast light in every corner. There was a brighter light above their heads, which was a gentle warm yellow.

Qi Wan raised her face, and could still see a fine shimmer of light falling on the top of Tang Junchen's hair, and her long and curly eyelashes were also covered with a layer of mist-like light.

He wiped it very carefully, holding the back of her hand with his beautiful hand, straightening her palm. He has always been strict in doing things, and he has a soft spot for spotless.

After wiping the blood stains on her hands, Tang Junchen crumpled up the paper, and just about to leave, Qi Wan cupped his face with both hands.

Automatic thermometer.

It's definitely hotter than before.

"Tang Junchen, your face feels so hot. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Perhaps because of the discomfort, Tang Junchen's pupils constricted slightly to Qi Wan's non-stop questioning, apparently unable to react.

After about 2 minutes, he moved his lips that were inexplicably reddened due to being indoors for too long, and finally remembered to grab her hand and let go of her away.

"I, I'm fine."

The voice was hoarse and deep.

Qi Wan frowned, and took another step forward, so close that when she raised her head, her straight nose could touch his chin.

She boldly touched his Adam's apple, "It's because my throat is uncomfortable..."

The slender fingers moved down, and the whole hand touched his left chest, "——or the heart?"

Tang Junchen's chest trembled, and the beating speed of his heart suddenly continued sharply.

His eyes darkened, and his cheeks became red for a moment that did not belong to illness.

His throat rolled with difficulty, as if it was burned by fire, and it seemed that the next moment, it would be difficult to breathe.

It seems that I really can't hold on when I'm sick.

"Qi Wan." In the next second, he immediately pushed her hand away, afraid that she would notice something, and his tone was very solemn.

"I just...just have a little inflammation of my throat."

Is it an illusion?

Just now she touched at close range... Tang Junchen's heartbeat... so fast.

People with an uncomfortable throat will have a fast heartbeat?
Qi Wan's curled eyelashes flickered twice, as if she knew something.

"Did you take medicine."

"Ah."

"But your face is also very hot..." I don't know if it was intentional, Qi Wan covered his forehead with one hand, and felt the temperature of his own forehead with the back of the other hand.

"It's not the same, do you have a fever?"

Tang Junchen turned his face away, and left Qi Wan's hand leaning on his forehead. He raised the back of his hand and touched his forehead lightly.

"...It's a bit of a low-grade fever."

Qi Wan: "..."

His tone was calm, as if he wasn't the one who was sick.

Qi Wan curled her lips, complaining, "I'm not feeling well, but I still hold on..."

Because there will be many people participating in the exchange, heat will naturally be generated in the crowded, so the temperature of the several air conditioners turned on is relatively low.

Just now, when he was communicating with some experts, he did not avoid toasting, and he still drank a few glasses happily.

Do you really think you are a fairy?
Who knows, this is not the most angry.

Because Tang Junchen swore back to her, "I am a doctor and can take good care of myself."

"You can be a fart!"

Qi Wan retorted until he even cursed.

"Just because you are a doctor, you always think about work. Anyway, in your mind, a serious illness is not considered until you collapse."

Tang Junchen didn't speak.

Forget it.

Qi Wan sighed, "I'll buy you some antipyretics."

As soon as her foot moved a step, Tang Junchen pulled her back again.

Clearing his throat, his face seemed to turn red no matter what he looked at, "No need, I'll buy it later on the way back to the hotel."

...

So, because of Tang Junchen's words, Qi Wan took a taxi with him to the hotel where he was staying.

On the way, she did her best to take care of the patients.

After getting out of the car to buy medicine for her, and secretly buying a change of clothes for herself, she will depend on Tang Junchen today.

She was in a hurry to go out and didn't bring her mobile phone. When she just left, she forgot to inform her father, so this call was made to Tang Junchen's mobile phone.

"Hey, Jun Chen, are Xiao Wan by your side?"

Her voice was still as loud as ever, and she only needed to lean slightly to hear it clearly.

Tang Junchen turned his head, Qi Wan quickly retracted his leaning body, and blinked obediently at him twice.

"Uncle, she's here with me."

As the night progressed, the autumn wind was bleak and the temperature became lower. Tang Junchen's voice was as hoarse as knocking gravel.

Father Qi who heard his voice frowned, "Jun Chen, do you have a sore throat?"

"Hmm... kinda."

"Then take some medicine and take care of your body."

"Thank you uncle for your concern."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Junchen cast another glance at Qi Wan, "Uncle, why don't you come and pick me up later..."

"Pick it up" is very wrong, Qi Wan made a quick move and snatched the phone with lightning speed.

Putting her hands firmly to her ears, she moved towards the car window while vigilantly staring at the helpless corners of her lips, but she regarded it as Tang Junchen who had changed, and she was afraid that he would come and snatch her, "Dad!"

What a fuss.

Father Qi was so frightened by her voice that he rubbed his ears, "Are you coming back tonight?"

(End of this chapter)