A cleaner walked past with a big black garbage bin, and the writer called for the cleaner to clean up, and at the same time took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet.

"Sorry for the trouble." The writer said it very politely.

The cleaner took the banknote, picked up the towel and squatted down to wipe Wenhao's shoes, but Wenhao dodged back: "I don't care." ”

With that, Mo Yan, who was faintly sweating on his forehead, left.

Mo Yan's shoes and legs, like his shoes and legs, splashed some vomited liquid. When helping Mo Yan get into the car, Mo Yan looked down at his feet, and Wen Hao shook his head and smiled: "It's not in the way." ”

It was the co-pilot's seat, and Mo Yan had no strength to speak, so he could only listen to his arrangement.

Wenhao took a bottle of water from the trunk, walked quickly to the driver's seat, first cooled the car, and then handed water to Mo Yan, the bottle cap had been opened, everything was so thoughtful, so natural, without pretentiousness, and without courtesy.

Mo Yan took the water, put it on his lap and paused. The writer set up the navigation and drove out of the parking lot.

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By the time Wang Chengyou found the security room, he finally persuaded the security guard to adjust the video for him, and successfully found out that the returning writer helped Mo Yan away, it was already 20 minutes later.

The surveillance switched to the parking lot, and the screen clearly recorded Mo Yan's vomiting...... Twenty-two minutes later, Wang Chengyou sat dejectedly in front of the surveillance footage in the security room, his hands covering his forehead, and his heart was in a twitch.

Looking at the posture on the screen, the writer must have taken Mo Yan to the hospital.

Wang Chengyou raised his eyes, just in time, there was a large map of Shanghai in the security room. Wang Chengyou walked to the map and began to check the large hospitals nearby. With the 3 characteristics of the writer's urine, community hospitals or private hospitals must not look down on it, and his fingertips crossed an area and fell on the "Xinhua Hospital".

As if he had found the goal of action, Wang Chengyou was full of strength again.

After some tossing, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, in the corridor of the gastroenterology department of Xinhua Hospital, Wang Chengyou really saw it...... Writer! At that moment, Wang Chengyou couldn't help laughing.

Da Ra walked over, and Wang Chengyou asked, "Is Mo Yan okay?" ”

The doctor said...... I can't tell you. The writer stopped in time.

"Well, I'll ask her myself."

Two people, you look at me, I look at you, and neither of them moves. Wang Chengyou couldn't move, he didn't know where Mo Yan was, and the writer was purely out of disgust, so he didn't move for a while.

They are all ordinary people, seeing that Wang Chengyou has not left after three or four seconds, the writer sneered: "I'm afraid you don't know where Mo Yan is, right?" It's hard for you to hit the right place without a clue. ”

Wang Chengyou also laughed: "Yes, I don't know, but, Brother Hao will be as knowledgeable as me, won't the pestle take me to see Mo Yan here?" ”

The writer thought about it, he really wouldn't rather let Mo Yan wait for a long time in order to get rid of the nasty little tail.

patted Wang Chengyou on the shoulder, and Wenhao didn't say anything. He took the doctor's bill in his hand and went downstairs to pay. Wang Chengyou followed all the way. Peeking at the fact that the payment amount was more than 200 yuan, Wang Chengyou was relieved, indicating that Mo Yan was not seriously ill.

The writer paid the money and returned to the office where he came out, and it turned out that Mo Yan was sitting in the doctor's consultation room.

"There's a doctor inside, you stand at the door and wait." The writer blocked Wang Chengyou.

Wang Chengyou didn't want Mo Yan to worry, so he obediently stood outside and waited. Through a piece of transparent glass embedded in the door, Wang Chengyou saw the sick Mo Yan and the weak willow sitting on the chair opposite the doctor, and Wenhao standing behind her, discussing something with the doctor.

The man beside her was not him, and this deeply stung the young Wang Chengyou.

After a long wait in Wang Chengyou's eyes, the conversation in the consultation room finally came to an end. The writer helped Mo Yan pull out the chair, and Mo Yan propped up the table and stood up. turned around, only to find that her already thin face was more pale, which made Wang Chengyou breathe.

The door opened from the inside.

Mo Yan raised his head and met Wang Chengyou's gaze.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the writer took a step and stood between Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou, blocking the sight of the two, and Mo Yan immediately lowered his head.

Why did she argue with him at that time? I'm afraid that it's because I'm not feeling well and I'm upset, and I'm angry out of nothing.

In this look, both sides were apologic.

Wang Chengyou ran to Mo Yan's other side, tentatively reached out to help her, and saw that she didn't reject her, so he put his heart into his stomach.

The writer saw it in his eyes, and his face was always warm and smiling. He went to the medicine window to get the medicine, came to Mo Yan's side, and reintroduced the medication instructions to Mo Yan in detail. In fact, on the medicine bottle, the medical staff posted medication instructions.

Wang Chengyou remembers it very seriously. He picked up a bottle from time to time, looked at the instructions on the bottle, and roughly understood that Mo Yan might have eaten too spicy and sour, and he had acute gastroenteritis due to improper diet.

"You can only eat white porridge for dinner." The writer's tone was pampered.

Mo Yan smiled shyly: "Thank you, Mr. Wen." ”

Wenhao nodded slightly: "Send you back to school?" ”

Before Mo Yan could answer, Wang Chengyou preemptively said, "I've worked hard for you, I'll send her back." ”

Mo Yan had no objection. The writer felt a sense of loss in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Besides, for the group, he disappeared for two days, and it was time to go back to reporting.

"Okay. Okay, tell me. Of course, this was said to Mo Yan, and at this moment, Wang Chengyou didn't dare to show that he was not used to it, and stood aside meekly and silently, watching the writer say goodbye.

Wenhao finally got in the car and drove away.

Wang Chengyou was happy in his heart, and a smile opened on the corner of his mouth: "Let's go too." ”

We.

Once upon a time, even if the homework books were next to each other, it was enough for him to be happy for a week, but now, he can stand side by side and say "we" to her, Wang Chengyou decided that he could not be Meng Erlang anymore, and he should cherish this hard-won happy achievement.

"Mo Yan, you take a day off tomorrow, stay nearby for one night tonight, and go back tomorrow to see your physical condition, right?" Wang Chengyou discussed in a good voice.

Mo Yan lowered his eyes.

The doctor said that acute gastroenteritis can be mild or severe, the mild can be pulled twice, starved twice is good, and the severe is vomiting and diarrhea, high fever and even coma, which may occur. At present, there is no way to determine how far her symptoms will progress, so she will take medicine for observation, and if she has symptoms of high fever that does not go away, she will see a doctor immediately.

Wang Chengyou's suggestion is not a good suggestion.

It's just that he wants to be affected and ask for leave?

Seeing that Mo Yan did not object, Wang Chengyou hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and then said: "Do you like the hotel you stayed in last time, or do you want to change it?" Ah, let's change another one, if we can stay in all the hotels in Shanghai, it will not be a bad thing. It was so happily decided. ”

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