The little nurse took An Mike to the door of the office on the second floor, and said goodbye to going downstairs with a smile. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

An Mi Ke hesitated at the door of the office for a long time before he mustered up the courage to enter the door, the reason why he didn't dare to push the door open easily was because the man was a man of unashamed words, and An Mi Ke didn't know how to deal with this kind of person.

"You're here." Dr. Zhao sat at the back of his desk, fiddling with a ballpoint pen in his hand, spinning between each finger with the swing of his hand. It's just that casual look that looks unprofessional.

"Hmm...... I'm just passing by......" After An Mike confirmed that Dr. Zhao was a man, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then became nervous. She won't admit that she came to see a doctor specifically when she was killed, in fact, everyone is a little secretive about medical treatment.

"You're late." Dr. Zhao raised his eyes to look at An Mike, stopped playing with the ballpoint pen, and lowered his head to write on the paper.

"That...... Didn't you say a routine medical check-up? Doctor Zhao didn't do anything other than bury his head in writing, and An Mi had no choice but to ask.

"Yes, but not now, you'll come to me, and you still don't feel well." Dr. Zhao never stopped writing.

An Mike lowered his head and did not speak, this scene was equivalent to acquiescence.

"Alas...... You girls......" Dr. Zhao stopped talking, his voice full of regret.

An Mike was shocked and didn't understand what he meant.

"Take this back and use it." Dr. Zhao took out a small box wrapped in a small black plastic bag from a drawer and gently placed it on the spacious desk.

An Mi asked puzzledly, "What is this?"

"It's something you can use, go back to the dorm and find a time when no one is around." Dr. Zhao's tone was resolute.

"Why should I listen to you?" An Mi was a little unhappy, what made something so mysterious, could it be something that was not suitable for children......

"Don't worry, it's not as dirty as you think, just go back and see. I...... This is helping you. The corners of Dr. Zhao's mouth were slightly raised, his short and thin beard also jumped twice, and his light brown eyeballs looked huge, shining with a strange faint light, he could see through An Mike's thoughts at the moment, but it made people feel an urge to trust him.

"You ......" An Mi hesitated a little, her eyes fixed on Dr. Zhao's eyes.

"What's wrong? Don't believe me? That's right, we're only meeting for the second time, and it's normal not to believe me. However, I am giving you professional guidance, which is not beyond the scope of my expertise, so don't worry about it at all. Ahem...... I'm also very authoritative in the industry. Dr. Zhao's braggadocio appearance was more normal than when he spoke seriously.

"It's not...... I want to say ......," An Mike retorted with a blank face.

"Oh! I know. Doctor Zhao nodded to himself, interrupted An Mike's words, and said, "You want my phone, don't you?"

Doctor Zhao said, without waiting for An Mi to answer, he picked up the pen and hurriedly wrote a line of numbers on the paper.

"You know my name, right?" Dr. Zhao looked up and asked again.

An Mi Ke almost collapsed, what's wrong with this person? Can you listen to what others have to say? An Mi looked at Dr. Zhao with a blank eye, to see what else he could do.

"Oh, you shouldn't know, it's okay, I'll write it to you......" Dr. Zhao muttered to himself, continuing to scratch the paper.

"Okay......" After a while, Dr. Zhao stretched and stood up, stuffing the densely written piece of paper into An Mike's hand.

"Take this, you can use it." Dr. Zhao's smile seemed to have a kind of magic that made people can't bear to refuse.

An Mike looked into her eyes, and finally muttered the question she had always wanted to ask: "You...... Do you wear contact lenses? ”

Half an hour later, An Mike finally bought lunch and returned to the dormitory, still alone, in the permeable cold air of winter, he would not feel warm wherever he went.

After boiling hot water and brewing a cup of barley tea, An Mike sat at the dining table, facing a tomato scrambled egg bowl, still without any appetite.

Eating a good meal has become a luxury for An Mike.

This situation lasted for a long time, An Mike couldn't remember whether it was a week or half a month, her body gradually lost weight with vomiting and loss of appetite, and she could only use nutritional tablets to maintain her health all day long.

It's not a way to go on like this at all, but An Mi Kechao hates places like hospitals, more than two years of college, and even the infirmary has just been to the first time.

After taking some "symptomatic" drugs indiscriminately but with no results, she only thought that she had anorexia, and she got by, which is our common disease, as long as it is not too big a physical problem, she usually gets by.

An Mike squinted and stared at the bag of small black things on the table, it should be taken apart and taken a look. Everyone has curiosity, but An Mi is the type who is not very curious, and many things are dispensable for her, and they can be successful or failing.

It's idle to be idle, and there's no harm in opening it to see, you can't always plant a bomb in it, what kind of grudge does Dr. Zhao have against her.

"Whoa...... ......The sound of the plastic bag rattled, and after An Mike opened it in two or two, a small white box was revealed......

Examine! Pregnancy! Club!!!

An Mike's pretty face blushed for a while.

"What the hell is this? Do you say ......"

"It's over, shouldn't you win the lottery directly?"

"By the way, that piece of paper ......"

An Mi Ke remembered that there was still the "ghost drawing" in her pocket that she disdained to crumple up, which was originally regarded as garbage, but now it has become a lifesaver, which can come in handy when An Mi Ke is so flustered.

"Zhao Wenwen, TEL: 188****1122"

What caught my eye was this line of large characters, scribbled, but barely able to distinguish the approximate handwriting.

On the other line, more scribbled and indistinguishable characters appeared on the white paper like ghost drawings, and it was difficult to read clearly.

"Attention...... Body...... Oh no, it's Hugh...... Pay attention to rest? Cold drinks ......"

After studying a few words hastily, An Mike finally made up his mind and decided to give up.

It is said that only nurses and pharmacists can understand the doctor's words, and this is true, this kind of text seems to be no problem if it is directly used to fight zombies. An Mi Ke roughly understood that what Dr. Zhao wrote should be pregnancy needs and the like, and if you have the skills to understand his writing, it is better to go to Baidu.

Pregnant?!

After An Mike realized the importance of this word, he finally reacted, gasped and fainted.

On the other hand, Jiang Chengche had returned to Nanjiang University the night before, and made an appointment to meet Mo Qingduo and Cheng Qiang at noon today.

"It's all your fault, damn Cheng Qiang, it's late!" When Mo Qingduo got up from the bed, she had two flushes on her face that couldn't be eliminated, and the time was already twelve o'clock at noon.

Although it was said that he slept until twelve o'clock at noon, the excessive "physical exertion" the night before made Cheng Qiang full of fascination with this warm quilt, not to mention, there was a shy and pink little cute child beside him.

"Hey! What are you doing! Late......" Mo Qingduo just sat up, and was thrown on the bed by Cheng Qiang again......

Half an hour later, Mo Qingduo had to admit that she couldn't get up at all, and a certain "initiator" had already fallen asleep on the bed.

"Clear, are you there?" Mo Qingduo was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, her whole body aching and ...... The tearing pain, although it wasn't lying in a pool of blood, but the scene was pretty much the same.

"Yes." Jiang Chengche was as concise as ever.

"There's something going on at noon today, we may not be able to meet, how are you doing in the evening?" Mo Qingduo asked Jiang Chengqing's opinion and was cautious.

"Oh, well, I have something to do." Jiang Chengqing is actually bored, but he doesn't want to cause trouble to others.

"Then meet in the cafeteria in the afternoon, can it be six o'clock?" Mo Qingduo knew that few people liked to take the initiative to set the time, so "taking the blame" took over this important task.

"Okay, see you soon."

Jiang Chengche put down his mobile phone, and there was really nothing to do while lying on the bed, so he had to pick it up again, and he suddenly wanted An Mi Ke very much.

Since what happened to Lin Muchen, whenever Jiang Chengche and An Mi meet, it is the separation of quarrel and determination, and after such a thing happened a few times, both of them were more tired. Slowly, there is no so-called love, or rather, that kind of love is no longer pure.

Jiang Chengqing tried to redeem from the beginning, to no longer try, An Mi can try to forgive from the beginning, to no longer forgive, the process is experienced by the two of them, and it is difficult to turn back. In addition, later, Lin Muchen's matter could not be found out for a long time, the mystery became bigger and bigger, and the suspicions gathered more and more, and no one was in the mood to fall in love anymore. As a result, the relationship between Jiang Chengche and An Mike has become a tasteless food that is dragged down by time, and it is a pity to abandon it, and it is difficult to go back to the sweet and happy time before.

However, no matter how Lin Muchen's father and Jiang Chengche tried to find someone to find out the whereabouts of the little gangsters who bullied Lin Muchen, they found nothing in the end, how big the city is, how many idle people are in it, this is not a number that can be studied, after all, it is not in his hometown, the connections and relationships that can be used are minimal, and it will take some time to solve it by private detectives, and the only thing everyone can do is wait.

Jiang Chengche hasn't been back to school for more than a month, if it weren't for the fact that Jiang's father and the principal of the school are friends who have known each other for many years, Jiang Chengche would not have been transferred to this school back then, and now he wouldn't have asked for a leave of absence for more than a month so easily. This society is nothing more than this, and everywhere you go depends on personal connections, which is a norm in China.

I hurried to Nanjiang City by plane last night, not because Jiang Chengche missed the city, but because he had some fear of Qingcheng, the closer he got to the truth of Lin Muchen's murder, the more scared Jiang Chengche became, he always had an extremely bad premonition, he felt that the truth was far more terrifying than everyone could imagine. But Lin Muchen is his nominal fiancée after all, just for this purpose, Jiang Chengche must also return Lin Muchen's innocence and give an explanation to her parents, which comes from the mission and spirit of the contract.

What's more, he thinks that there is a kind of friendship between him and Lin Muchen, and that kind of friendship is even beyond the kind that ordinary men and women will have, but don't get me wrong, Jiang Chengche's feelings for Lin Muchen are more like the kind of cordiality and love between his cousin and cousin, rather than the kind that can involve ambiguity.

Back in Nanjiang City, after Jiang Chengche calmed down, his heart became more and more painful. It seems that in just a few months, Jiang Chengche has lost a lot of feelings and a lot of people. This has made a heavy stroke in his already not colorful world, and all the content under this stroke has been written off, and even the chance of redemption no longer exists. His heart ached and he wanted to find someone to talk to to vent his inner sorrow, but he found that he didn't even have a friend who could tell the truth.

Mo Qingduo and Cheng Qiang can be regarded as a pair of reliable friends, but they and Jiang Chengche are like people from two worlds, this is not to say that there is no big gap between them in terms of social status, Jiang Chengche never cares about these problems, but just that Jiang Chengqing's world is always cloudy, while Mo Qingduo and Cheng Qiang live on the other side of the earth, where the sky is like spring all year round, the sky is never hazy, they are people who live under the sun, everything can be discussed on the bright side, and they can be shared with friends, Don't worry about anything, don't guard against anything.

Jiang Chengche envies most is that kind of lifestyle, relaxed and free, if possible, Jiang Chengche especially wants to re-plan his life, don't live that kind of intrigue and calculate everything, he is tired, really tired, how much he wants to find someone to lean on, quietly close his eyes, don't worry about that person suddenly leaving, let him wrestle.

Jiang Chengqing hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help but dial An Mike's phone.

"Jingle bell ......" When An Mike received the call, he was fainting on the bed, breathing calmly and slowly.

The noisy ringing made her frown, but she finally woke up.

She didn't look at the caller ID on the screen, she just picked up the phone, if she had glanced at who was calling on her phone earlier, she would definitely not have answered the call.

"Huh?" An Mike had just come to his senses, and he was a little weak.

Jiang Chengche was stunned, he really didn't expect An Mike to answer the phone happily.

"I ......"

Jiang Chengche only said one word, An Mike woke up in an instant, how could she not hear Jiang Chengqing's voice? She took the phone off her ear and looked at the caller ID on it, and sure enough, it was Jiang Chengche.

"You...... What's the matter with you? (To be continued.) )