Chi Ming didn't expect him to agree so happily, he couldn't believe his ears, and confirmed again: "Are you sure?"

Owen turned around, his cold and fierce aura disappeared for a while, and there was unspeakable helplessness hidden in his eyes. He moved his lips, as if reluctant and solemn, and said: "For the rest of your life, take good care of her, don't let her cry again." ”

Chi Ming only thought that he was negative, and said without letting half a point: "That's natural." ”

"Also," Owen said sadly, "your adoptive parents are in very bad health, and you have time to visit them, and the nurturing feelings are not something that can be forgotten." ”

"You?" his cold reminder made Chi Ming confused, and just as he wanted to ask, Owen had already turned around and left.

Nurturing ...... Chi Ming thought in his heart, five years, time has diluted resentment, but it can't dilute the bond of family affection. He had long wanted to go back and see, but he never had the courage.

He raised his eyes to look at the USB flash drive on the table, and his momentary sadness was swept away. He opened the file on the USB flash drive and checked it, and after confirming that it was correct, he got in touch with Colonel Linden.

The ward is as lively as a vegetable market, and there is a place where Fan is quiet, and it will never be cold. Hearing that Ivy had woken up, her colleagues came to visit her in the hospital again. The ward is filled with nutritious products such as flowers, fruits, pastries, and ginseng tea.

"Aiwei, this time Sister Bing helped you out of her bad breath, she criticized Hu Ziyue by name at the regular meeting, and also deducted her performance this month. Fan Jingjing said quietly.

Ivy leaned back on the bed in a chaotic manner, her eyes empty, and Fan Jingjing didn't listen to a word.

Colleagues only thought that she was still sick and had experienced such a thrilling thing, and no one could return to normal in a short time.

The big head whispered to Fan Jingjing: "You said that she would not have PTSD, why did she stay stunned and not say a word?"

Fan Jing glanced at Ai Wei quietly, nodded and sighed, "Don't say it, it's really possible." ”

"What should I do then? Do you have to ask the doctor to think of a way, I heard that his father is abroad, and he can't be contacted at all. Big Head said worriedly.

"I have a friend who runs a mental health clinic, and when she is discharged from the hospital, she takes her to see her. Fan Jingjing also felt that the situation was not good.

At this time, the door of the ward opened, and Chi Ming walked in with a thermos lunch box.

Fan Jing glanced at it, thinking that it was Owen coming, and turned his head to say hello, only to realize that something was wrong, and pointed at Chi Ming in surprise, "Oh, you are ...... You're the doctor. ”

"Hello, my name is Chi Ming. He greeted politely.

He put the lunch box on the small cabinet at the head of the bed, poured out a small bowl of soup to dry, and helped Ivy put on a piece of clothing and tuck the quilt under her feet.

All of this is done in one go. The people in the room looked at each other, and everyone was asking the same question with their eyes: What is their relationship?

Chi Ming saw that there was no water in the thermos, walked out of the room, and went to the pantry to get hot water.

Fan Jingjing immediately rushed to Ivy's bed, and didn't care if she was sick, and asked, "What is the relationship between you and Dr. Chi?

As soon as Ivy heard Owen's name, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in her eyes, but it quickly dimmed, her chapped lips moved, and it took a long time to spit out a few words: "I'm so uncomfortable." ”

Fan Jing sighed quietly and comforted softly: "You rest, we will come to see you tomorrow." ”

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky bright red, and Ivy stared out the window for a long time, the red in the sky was so dazzling, like a blood mist exploding in her heart.

Chi Ming vaguely guessed her thoughts, and didn't know how to persuade her, just hoping that time would dilute everything. He sat in his chair, flipping through the magazines he had just bought.

The minutes passed silently, and in the blink of an eye it was ten o'clock in the evening.

"Didi-" The watch on his wrist prompted, Chi Ming walked out of the room, found a corner where no one was, and connected to Linden's call.

Ai Bingqing's whereabouts have been traced, he lives in a rental house near the airport, and will take a flight to Morocco tomorrow night. The CIA requested support from the National Central Bureau of Interpol China and sent six Interpol officers to arrest them.