"I ...... It's okay. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Saying this, Pan Fang struggled and wanted to break free from Wang Shuai's hands, but as soon as she broke away from Wang Shuai's hands, her whole body shook again.

As Wang Shuai speculated before, Pan Fang's health was really bad, so every time she handed over a shift with her, her face was not very good-looking. Coupled with the medical record bag that Wang Shuai turned over yesterday, this strengthened Wang Shuai's current speculation.

"Sister Fang, your face is like this, and you still say it's okay?" Wang Shuai carried Pan Fang out of his seat, "Come, slow down, I'll help you go outside to rest for a while." ”

There was no furniture for employees to rest in the work area, so Wang Shuai could only help Pan Fang to the rest area.

"Sister Fang, do you want me to call an ambulance for you?" Seeing that Pan Fang was very weak, Wang Shuai asked with great concern.

The two people walked out of the work area, and the two people in the rest area immediately got up from the sofa and walked over quickly.

"Sister Fang, what's wrong with you?"

"It doesn't matter, right? Otherwise, get to the hospital as soon as possible. ”

The two of them had just been talking about Pan Fang from behind their backs, and now they were so concerned about the cold and asking for warmth, this attitude changed so quickly that it was comparable to turning a book.

Pan Fang waved her hand, and a smile barely appeared on her pale face: "It's okay, it's all old and sick, just take a rest." ”

"Come on, sit down here."

The three of them sat down on the sofa around Pan Fang, leaning on the sofa, Pan Fang's breathing was a little short, and her face was full of tiredness.

"Why don't you rest for a few days, you see you're sick like this." A woman said.

"Yes, like Minister Zhang, take a few days off."

Pan Fang shook her head: "No, I'm really fine." ”

At this time, she was still holding on, and her weak appearance was indeed a little distressing in the eyes of people. However, Wang Shuai and they are outsiders after all, and they can't ask about Pan Fang's illness.

"You don't have to worry about me, go to work quickly," after two or three minutes, Pan Fang's spirit really improved a lot, "Otherwise, when Minister Zhang sees it, he will criticize you again." As she spoke, Pan Fang struggled to get up from the sofa.

Pan Fang's body is weak, and everyone in the same group as her knows it, and it seems that they are a little surprised, but Wang Shuai looks quite worried.

"Then you ......," Wang Shuai said with some concern.

"Don't worry, the two of us happen to be off work too, so we can be responsible for sending Sister Fang to the hospital."

"Okay then." Wang Shuai said, "Come, I'll take you to the elevator." ”

So, Wang Shuai personally sent Pan Fang and the three of them to the elevator, and when the elevator door closed, he turned back to his work position.

What disease does Pan Fang have? This aroused some curiosity among Wang Shuai.

……

Besides, Pan Fang and his party got off the elevator, and one of the three drove his own car and directly sent Pan Fang to Tianjing Gynecology Specialized Hospital.

"Okay, you've been working for a long time, and you're quite tired, anyway, you've arrived at the door of the hospital, so you don't have to send me." Standing in front of the hospital, Pan Fang smiled and thanked, "Thank you." ”

"Hey, they're all colleagues in the same group, aren't they polite when they speak?"

"Sister Fang, are you sure you can? Otherwise, let's go in with you. ”

Pan Fang's face seemed to be a little ruddy compared to just now: "You still don't know me?" I'm sick, it's an old problem, in fact, I'm used to it, don't worry, I'm fine, go back quickly. ”

"That'...... Be more careful yourself, if you can't do it, just take a period of leave. Before leaving, the two instructed.

"Okay, okay, I'll remember it all."

"Then we're really leaving."

"Bye-bye."

Pan Fang stood at the door of the hospital, smiling as she watched the two cars leave, and then she did not turn around and enter the hospital as she imagined, but walked towards the side of the hospital gate, stood on the side of the road, and reached out to stop a taxi.

"Eldest sister, where are you going?"

"Dongfuyou Community, No. 93 Fujia Road."

"Okay."

After that, the taxi driver was very skilled in gearing, refueling, and then leaving the dust, and Pan Fang did not enter the hospital for examination in the end.

The taxi stopped in an upscale neighborhood in downtown Tianjing, and at this time in the afternoon, most of the people were still working in their own companies, and there were obviously fewer people staying at home, so the entire community seemed a little empty.

Pan Fang got out of the taxi, and walked through the small roads to a house, her complexion was still very bad, panting, she came upstairs and opened the door of a room.

The house was large and empty, but it was deserted, dehumanized, and the colors of the décor were drab, and her cheeks were paler against the white walls.

Walking through the few simple pieces of furniture in the living room, Pan Fang came directly to the study.

Her face seemed anxious, and after turning on a computer in her study, her hands began to fly wildly on the keyboard. Compared with Pan Fang, who is not in a hurry in the company, the current Pan Fang is typing like a storm.

The slender fingers, tapping on the keyboard like a keyboard rhapsody, were astonishingly fast, leaving lines after lines of handwriting on the computer screen.

Looking at Pan Fang's face, she frowned slightly, her complexion seemed to be worse, and her face was full of memories.

She seemed to be relying on the memory in her brain, and then frantically recorded what she thought of on the hard drive of this computer through her hands on the keyboard.

This frenzied typing lasted for nearly an hour, and during this hour, the entire study room was terrifyingly silent except for the sound of tapping on the keyboard like a raging storm.

An hour later, Pan Fang's lips turned white, and the whole person was like a deflated balloon, spread out on the seat, and it seemed that she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

Leaning quietly on the seat, staring at the screen in front of her with a somewhat dull gaze, she didn't know what was going on in her mind, time passed like this, and her whole person seemed to have become a wood carving, maintaining this posture until the sunset.

When the golden sunlight sprinkled on her body through the window, Pan Fang's fingers finally moved, and the "wood carving" finally woke up.

I saw her raise her heavy hands, click the "Save" button on the document she had typed before, and then type the words "6300 (42)" in the pop-up dialog box.

After clicking confirm, Pan Fang transferred the saved document to a hidden folder on the disk, and as the entire folder was hidden again, the document just now disappeared from view, and the study room sprinkled with golden light was quiet, as if nothing had happened. (To be continued.) )