Murong Qiao thought of the person who had brought him snacks and medicine at the Nan family for no reason, and now he thought that the other party was also very good to him.

It's just that she still doesn't know who that person really is.

Thinking about the affairs of the Nan family, Murong Qiao subconsciously thought of Nan Jin who he had seen in the hospital before.

The last time I saw Nan Jin lying on the bed, I met each other by accident.

Thinking of this, Murong Qiao's mind came to mind with the appearance of Nan Jin lying on the hospital bed looking at his eyes glowing, and he suddenly couldn't help but feel soft in his heart.

He looked very sick, but he was lying alone in the hospital, and maybe not even a single person visited him......

Murong Qiao thought of Nan Jin's previous falling out with the Nan family, and even felt that the people on the Nan family's side might not know that such a thing happened to Nan Jin.

Murong Qiao immediately decided to go to the hospital.

Just go to the second brother and take a look at Nan Jin by the way.

Murong Qiao thought to himself, seeing that the second brother was always busy with research, he asked the kitchen to stew a chicken soup and took it to the hospital.

Like last time, Murong Qiao was familiar with Murong Zheng's office.

"Second brother!" Murong Qiao knocked on the door and came in, and raised his voice to say hello to Murong Zheng.

Seeing Murong Qiao appear here, Murong Zheng glanced at her with a slight surprise, and then the tip of his nose moved, and he smelled the rich fragrance in the air.

"Chicken soup for you." Seeing that his gaze fell on his hand, Murong Qiao hurriedly put the chicken soup he brought over on the table and opened it.

The insulated bag she used, when she opened the lid at this time, she smelled a mellow and delicious smell rippling open, which couldn't help but arouse people's appetite.

"I don't eat chopped green onions, and the oil in this chicken soup is very heavy, which has exceeded the target I should consume today." Seeing the sporadic green color on the soup, Murong Zheng spoke in the same style as usual.

Murong Qiao raised her eyebrows, she was not angry, anyway, she had been mentally prepared before she came, and she had gradually become accustomed to Murong Zheng's style.

"The seasonings and spices used are all exceeded," Murong Zheng sat motionless in his position, without the slightest ripple in his words. "Finally, the nutritional value of chicken soup is not high."

I didn't expect that my kindness would be so picky, and Murong Qiao was a little speechless after being forced to listen to Murong Zheng pick and choose the chicken soup he brought.

Murong Qiao, who knew Murong Zheng's habits, was a little helpless, and even felt that it was really rare for the second brother to maintain this style until now.

"If you don't drink it, I'll take the chicken soup away." Since Murong Zheng didn't like it, Murong Qiao didn't plan to waste it.

She puffed out her cheeks angrily, and reached out to take it.

As a result, as soon as the lid was screwed on, Murong Zheng held his hand before he could take it away.

"What you give away, how can you bring it back?" Murong Zheng said as a matter of course, and then put the chicken soup aside very naturally.

Before Murong Qiao could react, he watched the second brother put the chicken soup on the shelf next to him, looking at this height, as if he was afraid that he would be able to take it away.

It's amazing to grow tall.

Seeing that the other party accepted the chicken soup, Murong Qiao couldn't help but turn his head sideways and chuckle.

The second brother is still a little cute.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Murong Qiao found an excuse to go out.

Murong Qiao walked out of the second brother's office, stood at the door and paused for a few seconds before walking towards the other side of the corridor.

Nan Jin's hospital room is over there.

Murong Qiao took a light step and slowly approached Nan Jin's ward, looking in through the transparent glass window through the corner, and saw Nan Jin's existence almost at a glance.

I haven't seen each other for a while, and the other party seems to have changed a lot.

Nan Jin was still wearing a hospital gown, but he looked more empty than the last time Murong Qiao saw him, his figure seemed to be a little thinner, and even the complexion on his face didn't look very good.

The only skin that is exposed is the back of the hand with a drip, the blue and purple blood vessels are particularly prominent, and the pale skin tone has lost some sense of health.

Murong Qiao found an angle that would not be discovered by the other party and silently observed Nan Jin, who was lying quietly on the bed at this time, looking like he was asleep.

Seeing Nan Jin's haggard appearance now, Murong Qiao couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had in his heart.

She subconsciously came up with the pleasure of revenge, Seeing Nan Jin's weak appearance now, she only felt that the other party had received the retribution she deserved.

But then I realized that Nan Jin and I were also brother and sister, and I couldn't help but sigh, what was supposed to be an intimate relationship ended up being the scene it is today.

Murong Qiao stood there silent for a moment, and the last thing that came to mind was the eyes that suddenly lit up when Nan Jin saw him last time.

The light was too dazzling for her to forget.

It's just that Murong Qiao always remembered what Nan Jin and he had done in the past.

"Miss, do you want to go in and visit?" A nurse's friendly voice woke Murong Qiao from his thoughts.

She glanced at Nan Jin, who was still sleeping, and then shook her head, she had no plans to meet Nan Jin.

The nurse saw that Murong Qiao was not a family member, so she didn't pay much attention and continued to do her own thing.

The nurse walked down the hallway to an office door and knocked politely.

"Enter." A cold voice rang out from within.

"Doctor Murong, these are the sample materials you want." The nurse pushed the door in and put the information in her hand on Murong Zheng's desk in an orderly manner.

It's just that the faint fragrance wafting in the air made the nurse stunned and couldn't help but sniff her nose.

Is this taste ...... chicken soup?

"You're ready to go out." Seeing the nurse standing there without moving, Murong Zheng spoke expressionlessly.

The nurse was instantly pulled back to her thoughts by Murong Zheng's voice, and hurriedly said sorry and pushed out of Murong Zheng's office.

Probably his own delusion, how could someone like Dr. Murong drink such a thing as chicken soup.

The nurse shook her head and left the way she had come.

Seeing that the door was closed, Murong Zheng took out the chicken soup that had just opened a little gap from the cabinet and put it in front of him.

He took a slight sip, and a look of disgust suddenly appeared on his face, but the action of drinking the soup did not stop.

If you drink too much chicken soup, you will get tired, and Murong Qiao didn't bring a lot, so Murong Zheng saw the bottom after a few sips.

Today's chicken broth tastes pretty good.

After he finished drinking, he put away the tableware and put it away, and Murong Qiao also came back.

"Second brother, aren't you going to the research room?" She asked, as if unintentionally.

Murong Qiao remembered that Nan Jin was lying in Murong Zheng's research room last time, and the situation he saw this time was obviously not as good as before.

"There's already a workaround." Murong Zheng replied that the method was already there, and there was no need to go to the research room.

Murong Zheng had some ideas when he studied before, and after this period of painstaking research, Murong Zheng had already proposed a set of plans that could cure the disease.

"It's solved so quickly, the second brother is so powerful." Murong Qiao's eyes widened in surprise, he didn't expect Murong Zheng to find a way so quickly.

Knowing that this disease could be saved, Murong Qiao unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his heavy mood was also a little lighter.

The subconscious relaxation of her body did not escape Murong Zheng's eyes, and seeing Murong Qiao's reaction, Murong Zheng immediately thought of the patient who called her Qiao Qiao before.

Murong Zheng realized almost instantly that Murong Qiao's problem was that he was concerned about that patient.

His face was always cold, but the tips of his eyes drooped a little imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth that had been slightly hooked because of Murong Qiao's arrival were also flattened again.

It's clearly the same face, but it feels a lot colder all of a sudden.

(End of chapter)