It's breezy and sunny.

Tianhe Hospital in Nanshan City is still busy, but there is one place that is very quiet.

There is a small poplar forest in the hospital where patients who are usually hospitalized take a walk. There is a path in the poplar forest that leads to a small two-storey bungalow, which is easy to overlook if you don't pay attention to this small red brick bungalow shaded by poplars.

Unlike the hospital's towering modern buildings, this small red brick bungalow is full of history.

It is said that this small bungalow is the earliest building of Tianhe Hospital, with a history of hundreds of years, and is the only ancient building left in Tianhe Hospital.

However, this small bungalow has never been open to the public, and those who come to visit it can only observe this historic building from the outside.

In the north-facing room on the second floor of the small bungalow, there are several long stainless steel tables filled with bottles and cans, as well as some sophisticated instruments and equipment.

At a long table leaning against the wall, a man in a white lab coat sat dignifiedly, with a white microscope in front of him.

A pair of piercing eyes focused on a drop of red liquid on the lens, and a hand with a silicone glove gently twisted Newren on the microscope.

After a while, he raised his head, picked up the electronic pen that was randomly placed on the table, and drew a few symbols on the light curtain on his left side.

He has a pair of mesmerizing peach blossom eyes, an angular face, a tall nose, and slightly pursed thin lips that give people the illusion that no one should enter. His skin was very white, whiter than most girls, as if he had not seen the light of day all year round.

Putting down the electronic pen, Mingxuan picked up the computer that was placed aside, pressed a button, and another light curtain immediately appeared in front of him.

He reached out and widened the light curtain, moved it next to the light curtain where he was recording the symbols, and typed a string of numbers on the keyboard. A string of dense words immediately appeared on the light curtain, and there were many headache-inducing medical professional words on it, but Mingling could quickly browse it.

Picking up the electronic pen and drawing a few times on the light curtain, Mingling took off the glass piece from the microscope and put it in a plastic box on the side, and then put it in the refrigerator on the side.

Mingling walked to the window and looked at the green poplar trees outside the window.

It's almost the end of January now, and you can only see green poplars in places like Nanshan City, which are like spring all year round.

Casually taking off his gloves, a pair of slender white and bony hands were exposed to the sun. Each finger is slender and advantageous, like a work of art.

"Mingling, it turns out that you came here, it's really not easy to find you."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Hang'er Langdang's tone, and Mingling didn't need to turn around to guess who the owner of the voice was.

Song Xingzhou stared at Mingxuan's back, walked to his side, looked at the beautiful side face that made him jealous, and said, "Hey! I've come all the way to find you, so I'll give me a straight face. ”

Mingxuan turned to face Song Xingzhou, and he asked expressionlessly, "What are you doing here?" ”

Song Xingzhou choked, and it took him more than a week to find out that Mingxuan had hidden in this small southern city. Running to him in high spirits, the guy asked him what he was doing?!?

"I'm here for you!" Song Xingzhou didn't have a good airway.

He really wanted to reach out and tear the face in front of him, but unfortunately he didn't have the courage, so he could only stare at Mingxuan hard.

"What are you looking for me for?" Mingxuan frowned and asked.

"I'm coming to you for dinner, can I do it?" Song Xingzhou said this sentence almost from between his teeth.

Mingxuan threw the gloves on the long table next to him and said casually, "I'm not free." ”

"I'm running from the capital, and you don't even want to accompany me for a meal, are we still friends?"

No matter how you sound this tone, it sounds like a deep resentful woman.

"I didn't call you." Mingxuan turned and walked towards the door.

Song Xingzhou felt that he was about to go crazy, and he began to suspect that he had masochistic tendencies, so he came all the way here to find anger.

Taking a deep breath, Song Xingzhou kept up with Mingxuan's pace, and at the same time kept comforting himself in his heart: "This guy has always been like this, he didn't mean it, he has been like this since elementary school, there is no need to be angry with him." ”

Mingxuan ignored Song Xingzhou, who was talking to himself behind him, and he left the small bungalow and walked towards the inpatient department of Tianhe Hospital. Take the elevator to the seventh floor, and the nurse at the door greeted Ming Ling warmly when she saw her: "Doctor Ming, you are here." ”

"Hmm." Mingling replied casually, and then walked inside.

Song Xingzhou, who was following behind Ming Xuan, glanced at the door number suspiciously, which said 'Hematology ICU'.

In the room before Mingling entered the ICU, he opened an iron cabinet by the wall with familiarity, took out protective clothing and shoe covers from it, put them on, and put on masks and goggles before entering the ICU.

Song Xingzhou didn't follow, but chatted with a few nurses at the door.

already had a good face, just slightly inferior to Mingling, but Song Xingzhou was clever and quickly teased the two nurses to laugh again and again.

"What kind of patient is inside, why do you need Ming Ling to run from the capital to Nanshan City?" Song Xingzhou asked with curiosity on his face.

The two nurses already knew that Song Xingzhou was Mingling's friend and had come to Nanshan City from the capital to see Mingling.

One of the nurses, surnamed Han, said: "Several of the patients inside had a strange disease, and the doctors in our hospital were at a loss, so the director invited Dr. Ming to come over." ”

"Before Dr. Ming came, three patients had already died, and after he came, several patients did not get better, at least they did not deteriorate." Another nurse surnamed Liu had a glint of adoration in her eyes.

"Strange sickness?" Song Xingzhou glanced at the closed door of the ICU.

"They were admitted to the hospital just because they had a high fever, but after a blood test, it was found that the white blood cells in their college were very active, and the red blood cells became unusual." Nurse Han said with a serious face.

Song Xingzhou touched his chin and didn't continue to ask, but chatted with the two nurses.

Half an hour later, Mingling came out of the ICU.

He was still wearing a white lab coat, probably because he had just taken off his protective suit, and his short hair was a little messy.

Song Xingzhou greeted him, and he teased: "When did Professor Ming dare to be interested in the diseases of hematology?" ”

"These cases are quite special." Mingxuan said indifferently.

Hearing Mingxuan's reply, Song Xingzhou put on a flattered look: "Oh my God! You actually replied to me! ”

Mingxuan glanced at Song Xingzhou as if he was looking at a fool, and then ignored him anymore.

He took a small headphone out of his pocket and put it in his right ear. Raising his left hand and slashing it on the bracelet, a palm-sized light curtain appeared in front of him.

Find a phone number in your address book and click on it.

It didn't take long for an excited voice to come from the headphones: "Professor Ming." ”