In fact, Murong Zheng had a heart a long time ago and asked the person at the front desk to help him pay attention to his sister's name.

He has always been popular in the hospital, not to mention his excellent appearance and ascetic and cold style, so that the female nurses at the front desk have already secretly agreed, so what Murong Zheng said is naturally remembered by the other party.

It's just that no one expected that it would be useful one day.

On the day that Murong Qiao's arm was injured and sent over, when Murong Qiao's name was registered, this very sensitive surname immediately attracted attention, and then the female nurse at the front desk took the initiative to inform Murong Zheng, who was still doing experiments.

As soon as he heard that his sister was injured, Murong Zheng didn't care about the experiment at hand, so he immediately stopped and put it aside, and then ran to his sister's side non-stop, and asked for information about the injury.

Fortunately, things are not as serious as expected, although the wound is deeper, but as long as you take care of it for a while, there will be no problems.

What really made Murong Zheng remember in his heart was the injury of his sister, he remembered going to the hospital with his sister, and what kind of celebrity artist was there here, and then after learning about the situation with the other party as a doctor, Murong Zheng had a number in his heart.

He went back to his office, took out the mobile phone in his white coat pocket, and directly dialed the phone number with the most calls.

"Why did you suddenly remember to call me? You're not addicted to experimenting anymore? ”

The moment it was connected, Murong Chuan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Murong Zheng has always been extremely efficient and straight to the point. "Jojo is injured and hospitalized."

There was a moment of silence. "Who did that?"

"She said it was an accident." Murong Zheng turned the pen on his fingertips, and then his gaze slowly fell on the paper.

It was a name I had just gotten from Chi Hanjing

"When I was injured, Qiao Qiao and Jiang Weiyang stayed together."

He didn't say anything superfluous, but as a brother, Murong Chuan naturally had a good heart and knew what Murong Zheng meant, so he frowned and hung up the phone after answering.

Jiang Weiyang, Jiang Jia...... Jiang Wenxu.

The brain, which has an excellent memory, quickly allowed Murong Chuan to find the corresponding connection from the database he had stored.

Don't look at the usual times, several members of the Murong family always do their own things, but they can all come in handy at critical times.

Although Murong Heng is usually a professor who teaches writing and doing research, compared to Murong Chen, who manages the company, his ability will not deviate at all.

It is better to say that among the brothers who are dedicated to medical research and immersing themselves in their careers, Murong Chuan is slightly similar to Murong Chen.

With an idea, Murong Chuan soon got a series of information.

Murong Qiao didn't know that the second brother said that he promised not to tell others, so he turned around and told the third brother Murong Chuan about it.

She is usually invincible to documents, but she is practicing very hard at the moment, how to use her left hand to type and chat with one hand.

The dominant hand was scratched,This is really bitter for her.,So much so that the efficiency of the input method used to in the past is more than twice as slow as before.。

[Achen, I'm not going home today. 】

The first person Murong Qiao thought of sending a message was naturally Huo Yichen.

It's just that this time......

Glancing at the sunny sky outside in the afternoon, Murong Qiao estimated that the other party should be handling affairs at or over there at the moment.

Not long after the message was sent, it was replied to by the other party in seconds.

[What's wrong?] Need me to pick you up? 】

Seeing the message sent by the other party immediately, Murong Qiao was tired of typing, so he simply took a photo of his arm and sent it over.

Thankfully, the doctor's bandaging technique was not bad, so that there was no blood oozing from the bandage, but it looked a little thick, like a mummy.

[Where?] I'll come right over. 】

Immediately after that, Murong Qiao was about to say that she might be in the hospital tonight, but before she could type a few words, she sent a message directly from the other side.

At this moment, Murong Qiao didn't have to think about it, he knew that Huo Yichen must be driving directly at this time, ready to find himself.

Thinking that he would definitely not be able to persuade the other party, Murong Qiao simply broke the jar, clicked directly, and opened the position for the other party to share the past.

Fortunately, Huo Yichen had been to the Central Hospital a few times before, so he was familiar with the road.

“…… President? ”

Ye Zhen, who was originally standing next to the desk to report, keenly noticed that Huo Yichen's expression suddenly turned sharply, closed his mouth in disappointment, and then asked tentatively.

Huo Yichen picked up the coat in his hand, got up and walked directly towards the door. "The afternoon trip has been postponed."

When he saw the photo Murong Qiao sent to him, when he came out of the office with a tense and cold face, his aura passed by the secretary's area, and no one dared to speak out.

Everyone watched the president hurriedly take the elevator to leave, and even after the elevator descended several floors, everyone seemed to slowly come back to their senses, looked at each other in surprise, and guessed what happened in their hearts.

Ye Zhen was also a little dazed at first, but when he thought of the person who could make the president reflect like this, there was only that one in his heart.

Within twenty minutes of Murong Qiao's position given to Huo Yichen, the other party arrived at the door of the ward.

"Achen!" When he saw the other party appear at the door, Murong Qiao wanted to wave his hand, but when he thought of the cold face of the second brother just now, he calmed down again.

In front of Murong Qiao, Huo Yichen would not have a cold face no matter what he did.

He took the food he had just bought from outside, put it on the bedside table first, and then looked at Murong Qiao, and finally landed on her injured arm.

"Don't worry, it's not a serious injury." Murong Qiao gently poked Huo Yichen with the tip of his left finger.

She knew that the other party was nervous about herself, so she took the initiative to break the silence in disguise.

Fortunately, Huo Yichen didn't say anything, just looked at it for a while, and then reached out to open the food he had just brought one by one.

Murong Qiao originally wanted to reach out and take it himself, but before his hand could reach the edge of the box, he was slapped away by Huo Yichen's force.

"I'm all hurt, so be honest."

The cold tone made Murong Qiao think that he was angry for a moment, but his careful gaze stayed on the other party's face, and when he looked at it, he was a little undecided.

It wasn't until Huo Yichen opened the food box, then took out a bowl of porridge and scooped it up with a spoon, and blew it to his mouth, Murong Qiao stepped back a little embarrassed.

"Actually, I can-"

She just wanted to struggle, after all, she was being fed something like a child.

But Huo Yichen didn't give Murong Qiao a chance to speak, and the spoon went directly into it when the other party opened his mouth.

The warm and fragrant porridge containing glutinous rice grains suddenly diffused throughout his mouth, giving Murong Qiao a stomach that had not eaten anything except breakfast all day.

Clothes come to stretch out their hands, and food comes to open their mouths.

Although it was not used properly, Murong Qiao looked at the rice handed to his mouth, and felt a little beautiful in his heart.

"You don't ask me how I get hurt?"

After taking two bites, Murong Qiao suddenly took the initiative to speak, provoking this topic to break the dull atmosphere.