Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

About two hours.

After Shi Jin finished the work at hand, he went to get Jiang Que's examination report and went to another office to look at the films taken by Jiang Que. Combining the examination reports he made, Shi Jin looked a little unhappy.

After finishing the final work, he took Jiang Que's report back.

Jiang Que was sleeping on the small bed in his lounge. Shi Jin tiptoed over and slowly sat down beside the bed, his eyes fixed on his face with a dazed look.

After practicing medicine for so many years, this was the first time he felt it was so difficult to talk about a patient's condition.

Jiang Que woke up the moment Jin entered the door.

He didn't open his eyes in a hurry, he just wanted to see what Shi Jin was going to do.

He sneaked in to see me sleeping and really coveted my beauty.

man!!

Still refusing to admit it!!

Shi Jin sat for a while, stared at Jiang Que for a long time, and left without doing anything.

He came lightly, and left lightly as well.

Jiang Que sat up suddenly and looked at the closed door. The room was empty as if no one had come. He pursed his lips in disappointment.

Such a good opportunity not to kiss.

Do you think my hair is too ugly?

Jiang Que grabbed a handful of colorfully dyed hair on his forehead and looked through it.

The more I look at it, the more possible it seems.

After all, he didn't like the hair either.

Shi Jin is a very upright person.

Jiang Que got up.

Just then I saw Shi Jin throwing his inspection report on the desk outside.

Jiang Que flipped through it casually, then raised the racket and took a look.

Oops! !

The exhaustion is quite severe.

No wonder I've been feeling so bored these past two days.

According to the original owner's original plot, the time of death is within these few months.

I'm so scared. I'm going to die.

Shi Jin had a minor surgery, and when he came back after the surgery, the man was no longer in the lounge.

The report on the table showed signs of having been touched.

Shi Jin took the office phone and prepared to make a call, but then he remembered that this guy would not answer a number that he suspected was a scam.

Shi Jin thought about it, put the landline back, and called from his cell phone.

I called twice but still no one answered.

Shi Jin found the emergency contact in the file that Jiang Que had left behind, and it said his sister.

Shi Jin called over.

My sister was filming a movie, and her personal cell phone was placed on the lounge chair along with the script, with the sound muted for a long time.

The call was not connected, and Shi Jin wondered if the mobile phone in their house was an heirloom.

Shi Jin went to the cafeteria to eat.

Suddenly the cell phone rang.

It's a series of unfamiliar numbers without any notes.

But Shi Jin had made this call so many times that he knew it by heart without any notes.

Shi Jin answered the call without the other party asking, "Where are you?"

Jiang Que glanced at the noisy hall where people were arguing. He fixed his hair and replied, "Police station."

Shi Jin frowned when he heard the noisy background noise coming from his side. His first reaction was that this guy was caught for something.

Shi Jin hadn't finished his meal, so he closed his lunch box and took a taxi from the cafeteria, taking his unfinished lunch with him.

He took off his white coat and lunch box and asked a doctor he knew to put them back in his office.

The doctor who was holding Shi Jin's clothes was a little confused.

What happened? Why are you so anxious?

Shi Jin took a taxi to the police station.

When we arrived, most of the people inside had left.

Jiang Que, who was walking last, was holding something in his hand and was standing at the door of the hall talking to the police. The atmosphere seemed to be cheerful and there was no unhappiness on both sides.

Shi Jin got out of the car and stood at the door of the police station. He saw the situation inside through the electric retractable door and silently pushed his glasses with his middle finger.

Calm down now.

He began to doubt what he was doing here.

Is it really just a doctor's concern for his patients?

Shi Jin asked himself.

He didn't have the same attitude towards other patients as he did now. He always dealt with the situation based on facts and just treated the illness.

The more you think.

Under Shi Jin's glasses, he looked through the outermost electric retractable door of the police station at the young man with rainbow hair who was talking to the police at the innermost door. His eyes became increasingly darker.

There, there was a flash of uncertainty that made his adrenaline surge.