Watch as his arm is wrapped in gauze several times, especially when the broken pieces of glass are pinched out by the doctor with tweezers.

The scene of the separation of flesh and blood made Zhou Ling glance over his head unbearably.

After the whole process was completed, Zhou Lingcai listened carefully to the doctor's precautions.

After taking the medicine from the pharmacy and paying for it, Zhou Ling drove Song Xingyan's car back to his own home.

"This is taken orally, three times a day, one capsule at a time, after meals. These gauze and iodine should be changed regularly every day, and the wound should not be touched by water. ”

Zhou Ling carefully told him the purpose of the medicine without omission.

The medicine was taken by Zhou Ling, and at that time, Song Xingyan had a wound on his hand, so to avoid his wound being squeezed by others, Zhou Ling asked him to wait in a free place. Therefore, the usage and dosage of the medicine are what Zhou Ling listened to the doctor.

Song Xingyan listened carefully, at least in Zhou Ling's eyes, he listened very seriously.

In fact, as early as when Zhou Lingxu was babbling about the usage and dosage of medicine, Song Xingyan's mind was no longer on medicine.

Zhou Ling sat in the backlit position, it was just when the sunset was sinking to the horizon, and the light was a little blood-colored orange-red warm light.

One side of her face was completely red, and her serious expression was reflected in Song Xingyan's eyes.

The red lips that were closed inexplicably attracted him. So much so that whatever she was talking about was automatically silenced here in Song Xingyan.

Mr. Song...... Mr. Song?"

Zhou Ling's voice repeated several times finally made Song Xingyan react.

"Huh?"

He subconsciously looked at Zhou Ling with an inquiring expression.

Zhou Ling: "Mr. Song, do you remember what I just said?"

But looking at his dazed face, Zhou Ling didn't have to guess to know what the answer was.

Song Xingyan was slightly stunned, a touch of embarrassment flashed on his face, and the roots behind his ears turned red inexplicably.

"Eh, I was thinking about things just now, why don't you say it again?"

Song Xingyan's face did not change, the embarrassment was only a momentary thing, and in a blink of an eye, he regained his calm expression, as if the strangeness was just someone else's fantasy.

"I'll write it down for you, Mr. Song, do you have label paper at home?" Zhou Ling took a deep breath, a little surprised that Song Xingyan would have such a confused time.

Inexplicably funny.

"Yes, in the drawer of the TV cabinet. Song Xingyan hurriedly pointed in a direction to show Zhou Ling.

"Okay, then I'll write it down for you. ”

Getting the label paper, Zhou Ling quickly wrote down the usage and dosage, in order to make Song Xingyan see it more clearly, she didn't usually write in simple strokes for the pursuit of speed, but carefully marked it one stroke at a time.

Song Xingyan took the medicine that had been remarked, and the label on it was in a standard and square font.

It is said that the words are like their people, and indeed the words on this are just like the feeling that Zhou Ling gives people, elegant and decent, and always generous.

"Why did you have a conflict with others in the noodle shop today?"

Zhou Ling would never take the initiative to conflict with others, there must be something that angered her.

Zhou Ling was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, have you seen the news?"

That news is also about Zhao Xiaoxiao, Song Xingyan should have noticed it, right?

"What's the news?"

I didn't want Song Xingyan to frown, so he asked directly.

"About ...... News of me and Zhao Xiaoxiao fighting in the community that day. ”

Zhou Ling took out his mobile phone and searched for the report, and handed it to Song Xingyan to read.

Song Xingyan took the phone and began to look at it at a glance.

Sure enough, as his eyes fell, his face darkened.

By the time I finally saw the video, my face was basically covered with dark clouds, and it looked like it could erupt at any time.

"July 13th, news just released yesterday. ”

Song Xingyan's good-looking brows seemed to be tied in a knot, and he muttered in a low voice in puzzlement,

And it's been three days since their affair, why did it only come out at this time?

And there are obviously people in the comment area who lead the rhythm, so they almost fell to the ground, and they all blamed Zhou Ling as a junior.

Song Xingyan has been in this line for so long, what public relations, water army, naturally knows very well.

In the industry, it is very normal to buy water armies to brush up on popularity, and to control and comment to guide public opinion.

Song Xingyan's murmur made Zhou Ling also notice that something was wrong.

What is journalism?

The most important thing about news is timeliness, and no one will still broadcast what happened more than 10 years ago as news, unless something has changed in recent times.

If the person who took the video had the intention to post it on the Internet, why not post it on the same day.

Instead, three days later, when things were about to settle down, it was sent out.

This person is obviously targeted, but she really can't see what is targeted.

"Spring River Flower Moon Night, who is it?"

Song Xingyan looked serious, frowned, and muttered in a low voice.

Chunxun Evening News and Sunshine Radio have always had a friendship relationship, and the relationship between the two of them is very good.

Therefore, he knows several well-known reporters or editors of the Chunxun Evening News.

But on this moonlit night in the Spring River, he had never seen it, and he had never even heard of this pen name.

The Chunxun Evening News is the second largest newspaper in the city, with a wide circulation. But what Song Xingyan has always disagreed with is that their news often carries more inflammatory rhetoric.

He believes that the most important thing in journalism is to describe the event itself objectively and truthfully, and then express his own opinions.

So such an article will be published by the Chunxun Evening News, and Song Xingyan is not surprised at all.

He wondered how if he was just an anonymous contributor, how could this news, which was not published in newspapers at all, have such a large number of readers?

But if it was someone in the newspaper, he had never heard of it.

Thinking of this, Song Xingyan immediately made a phone call to the editor-in-chief of the Chunxun Evening News.

The editor-in-chief's surname is Ling, his name is Ling Chengyun, and he is his college classmate and close friend.

Zhou Ling knew that Song Xingyan was going to be busy with business, so he sat quietly on the side and didn't disturb him.

"Yo, how can Mr. Song, a busy man, have time to call me?"

There was a ridiculous voice on the other end of the phone.

"Do you have a reporter in your newspaper named Chunjiang Huayueye? Or help me find out which reporter handed over the article he published in your newspaper. ”

Where did Song Xingyan have the heart to joke with him, he went straight to the point and went straight to the point.

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, then put away the joking tone and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Xingyan had to explain the matter of the article to him concisely and clearly.

Ling Chengyun was stunned, his face suddenly gloomy, and he immediately said, "Don't worry, I will help you find out about this matter."