Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

Qiu Jue was shocked: […Wait a minute…you have this ability? Why didn’t you tell me about it before? Are you hiding something good that I don’t know about?]

[Ah? Didn't the host tell you?] The system was confused. This is the basic function it has natively? [Did you use the third-party live broadcast angle and positioning to confirm the status of the second male lead?]

[When? Why can't I remember? ]

[Oh, so after we were linked, at the first critical plot point, you relied on location to find the second male lead and the female lead who worked in the restaurant? ]

Qiu Jue suddenly felt his fist tighten. "Why couldn't you detect the danger of Xingxing and I beforehand, and let us fall off the cable car? And why couldn't you detect their location for me when Shi Xuanxuan was locked up?"

[You didn't let me test it either? And you also said that the heroine at that time was not qualified enough for you to help, so...? ]

Qiu Jue held his forehead with his hand. He should not have too high expectations of machines, even if it was an AI comparable to humans.

He is just a person who has no vision and won't work without orders.

[…Okay, okay, I’ve learned from my mistakes. Give me your manual.] He read out the functions himself.

[Okay.] Suddenly, Qiu Jue felt a similar feeling as when he first accepted the plot: his head was swelling and about to burst.

Covering her head, she lay on the table in some pain. A middle-aged colleague next to her came over with some concern and asked Xiaoqiu if she was okay.

Qiu Jue didn't have time to reply him. The overwhelming amount of information made his mind a little shaky. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, it was several hours later.

His sudden fainting scared several elderly colleagues, who immediately called 120 for emergency treatment.

What a coincidence, Beijing Hospital, hey.

He turned around and saw a familiar person sitting next to him.

Seeing that he had woken up, Song Xing worriedly put down the medical records in his hand and asked him, "How are you? Does your head still hurt?"

Qiu Jue didn't reply, but glanced around. It turned out to be a large ward, with several people in one room, and dozens of people including their family members.

But it was covered by a curtain. Qiu Jue took Song Xing's hand and rubbed it: "It's okay, maybe you didn't sleep well."

It is impossible to faint if you don't sleep well. Song Xing stood up and didn't seem to have any tender feelings: "I'll go find the resident doctor for your bed. Please stay for a while."

Qiu Jue pouted and felt wronged. Song Xing sighed and explained, "Your health is more important. Besides, if you suddenly fainted for no reason, I'm afraid there is something else that we haven't found out yet."

If possible, Song Xing even wanted to arrange for X-rays, CT scans, blood tests, etc. to thoroughly examine Qiu Jue to find out if there were any dangerous lesions.

【Grass (a kind of plant), it’s all your fault.】

The system spread its hands: [Sorry, I'm just following orders. The manual you requested has been instilled into your mind. You can query it as long as you use your mind.]

Wow, no wonder he only had a headache when receiving the plot, the instruction manual made him dizzy. Qiu Jue looked at the file in his mind with more than 5000 million words, and his head began to ache again.

Suddenly, several big brothers rushed in from behind the curtain. Qiu Jue looked carefully and found that they were his colleagues.

"Xiao Qiu, we went to ask the doctor, and he said that you must have been overworked recently, and your brain's automatic protection reaction caused you to faint. You should not come to work this week and have a good rest." "Yes, yes, yes."

An unexpected gain, Qiu Jue's lips curled up into a somewhat unexpected polite smile: "Thank you, uncles."

"It's okay, it's okay." "Take a good rest. Your health is the capital of revolution."

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Things kept happening one after another, and Song Xing felt a headache coming on.

After going around in circles for a while, he finally found the resident doctor in charge of Qiu Jue: "Doctor Wang, bed number 24 has woken up. He currently has no headache, and the rest of his data are normal. Here are the records." He handed the medical record book in his hand to Doctor Wang.

Dr. Wang is not only his current superior, but also his teaching teacher.

Doctor Wang looked at it and flipped through it: "Is it because of overwork? I think the data is quite normal."

"No, he has been quite idle at work recently. I think it might be a complication of some disease."

Doctor Wang raised his eyes, saw Song Xing's slightly nervous expression, and smiled: "Know him?"

Song Xing pursed her lips, not knowing where she got the confidence from: "Yes, boyfriend."

"Oh, aren't you afraid that I'll tell your dad?" Doctor Wang was a little surprised. "No wonder you want to take charge of bed 24. But I remind you, a doctor can't treat himself."

After saying this, Song Xing shuddered, remembering that he had not yet told his family about his relationship with Qiu Jue, and became a little nervous: "Uncle Wang, don't tell my dad, I will tell him myself later."

"Okay, okay, young couple, stay for a while. As for what kind of examination to arrange, as a family member, you can go to the department to make an appointment. I'll give you half a day off." Doctor Wang teased, threw the medical record book on Song Xing, and went about his business. "Oh, by the way, don't forget to pay the fee."

Hospitals, especially the emergency department, are quite tolerant of same-sex relationships. It's not because they are very open to new things, but there are some strange things coming to the emergency department almost every day. Things like accidentally sitting on a shower gel bottle, glass marbles that can't be taken out, and prolapse. We see it so often that we are used to it.

Song Xing hummed sullenly, feeling somewhat worried about Qiu Jue's health, and went to pay the bill obediently.

After he visited several departments, he came back and saw Qiu Jue lying very peacefully, with his hands on his chest, except for the white flower missing.

Song Xing angrily put his hands firmly on both sides of his body. Someone in the bed next to him was talking, making a lot of noise, and even crying.

Qiu Jue opened his eyes and looked at Song Xing: "Doctor Song, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Doctor Song" was a little nervous: "Where does it hurt?" Then he picked up a pen and wanted to write it down in the medical record book.

Qiu Jue was a little amused, but she didn't show it on her face: "Doctor Song, I'm heartbroken. My boyfriend ignored me and left me alone, leaving me alone in an empty room. What should I do?"

Song Xing was helpless and put the pen back into his chest pocket. "You're so pretentious. You deserve it."

Qiu Jue patted the edge of the bed and motioned Song Xing to sit on it.

Before he could sit firmly, Song Xing was pulled and his body tilted. He barely leaned on Qiu Jue's chest to steady himself. He was a little annoyed: "What are you doing! This is a hospital!" His voice was vicious, but still very low.

Qiu Jue found her cute, straightened his body, and gave her a light kiss. He then admired Song Xing's wide eyes for a while.

"I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you." Qiu Jue hugged Song Xing's waist, forcefully let go of Song Xing's supporting hands, held them in his arms, and considerately used his other free hand to cover the two of them with the quilt. It seemed like he had planned this for a long time.

Being intimate in such a semi-open place, Song Xing felt nervous and ashamed, "You should be careful about the impact."

"Influence?" Qiu Jue smiled and put his head on top of Song Xing's soft hair. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"You still want to mess around?"

"agreed?"