Yamashita. Akihito Health Center.

The glass door of the clinic was in disrepair, dirty and yellow, like a sand curtain. The word "Akihito" was written on red paper and pasted on two glasses, the corners of which were already glazed, but the middle was stubbornly stained, as if it had been melted into the glass for a long time. The lights were on in the room, and a Mediterranean doctor of about fifty years old was walking around. He was wearing a yellowed white coat and a shiny stethoscope on his chest, and he felt like an old doctor.

Shi Qingqing sat exhausted on a chair that was also rubbed off, and the hand of the wooden chair was touched by many people, and it was simply pulped. She looked at Oda Minfang, who was hanging water, and felt depressed as if she was going to eat a pound of iron raw.

Li Chunliang had already fallen asleep in another chair. He is already middle-aged, his body is thin, and his physique is not good, and he is directly tired and paralyzed when he arrives here. Shi Qingqing stood up with her legs and said to Jin Wenlang, who was leaning against the door, "You go and rest for a while." ”

Jin Wenlang was obviously so tired that he was about to collapse. The group of them ran all the way down the mountain, and after a few falls, their legs were almost useless just by running. But there are only three chairs in this poor and sour health center, one is Li Chunliang is asleep, and the other is Tian Minfang is lying. The doctor was still sitting down, and neither of them could take their turn.

Jin Wenlang still maintained his obsessive gentlemanly demeanor on the verge of shock, waved his hand, and said angrily: "I'm fine." ”

The clinic was so quiet that even each other's breathing could be clear. After Jin Wenlang finished speaking, he heard the sound of his almost broken breath, and smiled hard. Shi Qingqing hates talking nonsense with people, even in the face of Jin Wenlang, she is still not very patient.

She dragged the chair over and forcibly pushed Jin Wenlang up: "Let you sit for a while, just sit for a while, and let me not do it for a while, pretending." ”

Jin Wenlang smiled helplessly, but he no longer struggled, he was too tired.

Tian Minfang did suffer from acute encephalitis as Shi Qingqing said. They rushed all the way over, and although it took two hours, it was not a delay in the disease.

It's just that whether the acute encephalitis disease is cured or not depends on her life, and if she recovers well, it is just like a big risk. If you don't recover well and hurt your brain, you may only be a dementia for the rest of your life.

She was small and half-lying on the chair, but she didn't know that the god of fate had come, and the way to live her life was only between the overturning of this disease.

Shi Qingqing took out a cold glutinous rice dumpling and gnawed absentmindedly, but suddenly heard Jin Wenlang say: "Qingqing, you are so strong."

She turned her head in astonishment, looking confused: "What do you say?"

"It's just very strong, I've never seen a girl like you. It seems that there is never something that I can't do on my own, and I never need help from others. Even in today's situation, he can not make up his mind in the face of danger, run down the mountain in one breath, and still stand. He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "In short, very strong, more manly than a man." ”

Shi Qingqing didn't smile with a smile on her face: "Are you praising me or hurting me?"

Jin Wenlang sat for a while, no longer as angry as before, and hurriedly stood up and motioned for Shi Qingqing to sit, and then pinched his trademark smile and approached and said, "Like a thorn flower."

Shi Qingqing's face turned a light red, and he began to look at him left and right: "Where do the thorns bloom?" We...... Aren't all normal girls being men? You are so familiar with Ning Yi, aren't you used to it? ”

Jin Wenlang dragged out his voice: "That's the same, but I still think you're very special." It doesn't feel like anyone else. ”