Si Nanting did know how tense the situation within the organization was right now.

There have been some changes in the personnel above, but this has not affected him at all, he still has to do his part to prevent everyone from being persecuted by the virus.

As for how the personnel above changes, it has no direct relationship with him.

He didn't insist on leaving, and after Qing Lan finished his last sentence, he silently turned around and walked in the direction of the room.

As I walked, I was thinking about some questions.

Qinglan stood in place and looked at Si Nanting's back, and she couldn't say what it was like in her heart.

She always felt that although Si Nanting's condition was better now, the aura exuded from her body was very different from before, and she even had a very indifferent attitude towards her, as cold as treating strangers.

"Auntie, I just boiled Mr. Si's medicine, should I send it over now or later?"

The maid has been by Qinglan's side for so many years, so she naturally knows what Qinglan thinks about Si Nanting.

Qinglan has been very good to her these years, it can be said that she must be treated as a sister, and at the critical moment, she still has to help ease the atmosphere and let Qinglan and Si Nanting communicate more.

Qing Lan thought that the atmosphere just now was indeed a little awkward, and the relationship between her and Si Nanting did look very different.

She nodded slightly: "I'll just send it over." ”

The maid pursed the corners of her lips, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to pour the cooked medicine into the bowl, just smelling it and asking made her feel bitter, and she didn't forget to put a few dates on a small plate, so that Si Nanting felt that Qinglan was a warm and caring person.

Qinglan didn't think about it so much, and came to the door of the last room on the second floor with the boiled medicine.

She was about to knock on the door when it was opened from the inside.

Si Nanting's cold voice sounded: "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

Qing Lan was not surprised at all, she had known that Si Nanting's ears were very sensitive, and she could hear very subtle sounds clearly, and it was normal for Si Nanting to know that she was coming and opening the door.

She looked up at Si Nanting's indifferent eyes, still maintaining a bright and warm smile, and said in a kind tone: "The medicine is boiled, if you want to leave here early, let's drink the medicine first." Although it is a little bitter, it is definitely good for your physical recovery. ”

Si Nanting looked down at the brown medicinal soup in the bowl, he has been drinking this medicinal soup every day these days, and now he feels sick to his stomach and wants to vomit when he smells the taste.

Not to mention drinking.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his voice was flat but mixed with resistance: "I'm almost fine, I don't need to rely on medicine at this stage, this medicinal soup is still poured, don't boil me medicinal soup from now on, I won't drink it after boiling it." ”

His resistance drew Qinglan's dissatisfaction.

Qing Lan looked directly at Si Nanting, and asked angrily: "Si Nanting, your body is your own, if you don't want your body to heal, I don't bother to stop you, but you have to know that you have a very important responsibility, not that you can do whatever you want, you have to obey the organization's arrangement." ”

Obeying the arrangement of the organization is equivalent to blindly drinking medicinal soup?

Then he doesn't want such an organization.

"I've already said everything I need to say, how you want to understand it is your business."

As these words fell, Sinan Ting slammed the door shut, completely ignoring Qinglan's face, and directly used the door to isolate her outside.