I was tricked by the rebirth script

Chapter 113 Tang Poems
In the high-grade ward, doctors and nurses came one after another, all of them tensed up, and they only relieved when they went out, then shook their heads silently, and sighed secretly.

Liang Songci leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his long legs, touched his temples with his fingertips, frowned, and his handsome features were slightly melancholy.

Wang Jian sent the doctor away, turned back and stood at the door with a look of embarrassment on his face, looked at the pale man on the bed, and then at the stern "tyrant" on the sofa.

In order to avoid calling another wave of medical resources, after thinking twice, he still risked his life to "remonstrate": "Mr. Liang, the doctor said that Miss Gu just has a common cold, and she will be fine after a few days of rest."

After a moment of silence, Liang Songci raised his eyes and glanced at him lazily, accepting his suggestion.He got up suddenly, took his coat, and passed Wang Jian out of the ward.

Wang Jian hurriedly followed: "President Liang, I..."

Halfway through his words, he was frightened into silence by the oncoming door. He only heard a "bang" and the ward door was completely closed.

The door panel was close at hand, and Wang Jian was in shock. He was abandoned by his boss and forced to change careers to become a housekeeper?
Staring at Gu Xiang on the hospital bed, Nu Nuzui complained in a low voice: "I'm already delicate, but I fell ill when the wind blows, but I still have to mess around. In such a cold day, why take a cold shower, really."

If it weren't for Gu Quan's full set of professionalism in acting, Gu Xiang would immediately laugh out loud.Only by doing so can Liang Songci dispel all doubts.Those who are weak and have no strength to restrain a chicken have no motivation.

No surprises, everything was expected.An hour later, Wang Jian paced back and forth in the ward, looking extremely anxious.

As for Gu Xiang, lying in the warm and comfortable quilt, his reason was slowly overwhelmed by drowsiness, and he closed his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, I only heard the voice of Wang Jian opening the door and leaving, "What? The backup is gone? I'll be back now."

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of footsteps gradually approaching, and finally stopped in front of the hospital bed, bent down, smiled with lips curled up, and his eyes gradually darkened.

"Secret Lin, you scared me to death and almost made a big mistake."

Wang Jian found the backup file. He looked like he was reborn after the catastrophe, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his back felt cold when he received the call.

Secretary Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief when he got the backup, "You said it yourself, you kept it in the safe on the upper floor, but it turned out to be in an unlocked cabinet. You should be more careful."

"If something goes wrong, neither of us can take the responsibility."

Secretary Lin checked the time, turned around and left holding the USB flash drive. Wang Jian slumped on the chair, gasping for breath, and his mind became more and more confused.

Could it be that I have been busy with too many things these days, causing my nerves to be confused, so I can't figure out the location of the file?
"What's the matter!" After holding his breath for a long time, he finally spat it out, kicked the trash can down, and frowned sullenly.

A senior ward of Jiangning City No. 1 Civil Hospital

At noon, light rain fell outside the window, tick-tocking on the edge of the window, with occasional leaves falling on both sides, which smelled like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The beautiful woman on the hospital bed slowly opened her eyes, her face changed from pale to rosy, like the coveted cherries in the orchard.

"woke up?"

A pair of jet-black eyes locked tightly on that cute look, the high bridge of the nose cast a shadow on the white quilt, and the thin lips were slightly hooked, very enchanting.

Hearing the sound, Gu Xiang raised his eyes suddenly, and shrank back reflexively, forming a sense of self-protection, and said hoarsely: "Who are you?"

Unlike Gu Xiang's panic-stricken appearance, the man just laughed, then slowly got up and straightened his body.

His thick black eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were dark, and his voice was very clear: "Tang poetry."

(End of this chapter)