Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Song Chubai was full of doubts, but Jin Chen was not here, so he could only temporarily suppress these doubts and check his body.

There is a bandage on the head, and it hurts a little.

He sat up tentatively, leaned his back on the cold bed, and looked out the window.

This ward was still a single room, and there was a tall tree outside. When the wind blew, it made a rustling sound, and the shadow of the tree swayed accordingly, as if echoing the sound of the wind.

Song Chubai was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

A tall and handsome figure walked in from outside.

He was wearing a white coat and glasses with gold-rimmed glasses. His narrow phoenix eyes were hidden behind the glasses, which alleviated the natural cold feeling a bit.

The long legs hidden under the white coat are very superior. With a stride of the long legs, it took only a few steps to walk to the hospital bed.

"Song Chubai." His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice had a unique sense of coolness.

Song Chubai came back to his senses, and turned his head to look at the person who came.

Curiosity flickered across his eyes, and he asked politely and reservedly: "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"Jin Chen." The corner of his mouth rose slightly, "Your creditor."

"It's also your attending doctor."

Song Chubai: ...

"You...how are you?" He tentatively replied.

"I'm not good." Jin Chen pulled a chair and sat down.

With one hand resting on the back of the chair, his right leg resting on his left leg, and his legs crossed, this casual and lazy movement made him look a little more careless.

"Has Assistant Wang communicated with you about the mental damage fee?" He asked.

Song Chubai nodded, "He said that the medical expenses plus mental damage expenses are a total of [-] yuan."

After a pause, he said again: "Isn't the mental damage fee a bit much?"

"How much?" Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, "It's kind of you not to ask for 80."

Song Chubai:? ?

"Actually, I don't understand much." He tried to reason, "I was the one who caused the car accident. Although it was true that I was at fault, I also paid the price. I can agree to compensate you for mental damage, but [-] is really too much." too much."

"Oh?" Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, "I thought you would say that I shouldn't be compensated for the mental damage."

"So you really want to hurt me?"

Song Chubai looked at Jin Chen in a daze.

How could this be him killing him again?

"Running in front of my car on purpose, hitting my car with your body, didn't you intend to murder me?" Jin Chen asked.

Song Chubai pulled his quilt silently, this is persecution paranoia, it's... a little scary.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jin Chen said again, "You admitted it."

The determined tone seemed to have confirmed that Song Chubai wanted to harm him.

Song Chubai quickly shook his head, "No, I definitely didn't mean that."

"I was just in a bad mood, so I didn't look at the traffic lights."

"I don't even know you, and I don't know where your car will pass by. How could I deliberately murder you?"

In order to get rid of the suspicion of murder, Song Chubai continued: "Besides, you are sitting in the car, which is much bigger than me. If I crash the car, it will undoubtedly be an egg hitting a rock."

"I don't have to do this kind of thing at all."

Jin Chen tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, and continued in a flat tone: "But you scared me."

"I have an important operation today. You scared me and it will affect my operation."

"If the operation fails, my reputation will be ruined."

In the end, his tone became dangerous.

"And you said you didn't want to hurt me?"

Song Chubai only felt that he would not be able to clean himself up by jumping into the Yellow River, but he still wanted to struggle.

"I definitely didn't mean it!"

"Oh." Jin Chen said lightly, "I don't believe it."

Song Chubai: ...

"Do you still feel that the [-] mental damage fee is too much?" He asked again.

Song Chubai shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Not much, very good, very good."

There is an extra [-] in debt for no reason, no wonder!

But he was afraid that if he continued talking with Jin Chen like this, the 80 yuan would really become [-] yuan.

Jin Chen nodded in satisfaction, "When do you plan to pay me back?"

Song Chubai silently calculated his earning ability, and asked tentatively, "20 years from now?"

Jin Chen glanced at Song Chubai in surprise, as if he hadn't thought that it was only 20, and it would take [-] to pay him back.

"Return it to me in a month." Jin Chen said lightly, "Is there any problem?"

"Yes!" Song Chubai almost raised his hand to refute Jin Chen's words.

"It's fine." Jin Chen didn't listen to Song Chubai at all, he was about to stand up and leave after speaking.

"No, no, no." Seeing that Jin Chen was about to leave, Song Chubai couldn't care less, grabbed Jin Chen's white coat and held it tightly.

"Doctor Jin." He said anxiously, "I'm very poor, and I still haven't paid back the money I owed to others. Can you be more accommodating?"

"I think 20 years is pretty good, what do you think?"

He looked at Jin Chen expectantly, and he almost couldn't say the words "promise with your body".

Jin Chen looked down at Song Chubai's small hand. On the back of the white hand, blue blood vessels could be seen faintly. If it was given an IV, it should be easy to poke it in.

After thinking about it for a while, Jin Chen quickly came back to his senses, the lens seemed to reflect light for a moment.

"You still want to murder me?"

Song Chubai's expression was blank, and he said in a daze: "No."

"Then why don't you let go?" Jin Chen lowered his voice, "You want to strangle me?"

Song Chubai let go of his hand, grabbed a little bit of clothes with his fingertips, and asked, "Is this okay? You won't be strangled?"

This strength really won't be strangled, but...

"What are you grabbing my clothes for?" Jin Chen asked, "Are you delaying time?"

"I didn't." Song Chubai saw that Jin Chen's brain circuit was always skewed towards him plotting against him, pondered for two seconds, and tentatively said: "Since you think I want to murder you, why didn't you call the police? "

Before Jin Chen could answer, Song Chubai said first, "Is there no evidence?"

"So you see, you don't even have evidence, so naturally you can't prove that I want to murder you."

"It's easy to prove this point. You hire me and let me stay by your side. If I really have any evil intentions, I will definitely leave evidence."

"You'll be able to catch me then, won't you?"

Jin Chen pondered for two seconds, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"I think you have a point."

He stood up straight and looked down at him, "If that's the case, then I'll hire you as..."

Song Chubai looked at Jin Chen expectantly, and couldn't help wondering what he would hire him for.

In the next second, he heard Jin Chen say: