As soon as Song Yiqing stepped into the room, she noticed that Zhang Zheng leaned forward slightly, and was having an intimate conversation with Shi Xiaoting.

She coughed lightly twice, trying to get attention: "Ahem." ”

Shi Xiaoting's cheeks turned even crimson.

"You're here, there's something else in the bureau, so I'll leave first."

"Wait a minute, Brother Zheng."

Song Yiqing spoke up to stop him: "I have asked Brother Liang to send a bowl of ginger syrup, let's leave after drinking." ”

Out of concern, she didn't want Zhang Zheng to be affected by the wind and cold, and a cup of hot ginger syrup might be able to ward him off.

"That's fine."

Zhang Zheng sat on the edge of the hospital bed, and the sunlight poured through the window, gilding him with a soft glow, like a quiet painting.

Shi Xiaoting couldn't help but look at him secretly, with a little shyness and curiosity in her eyes.

And he, always staring out the window, seemed to be thinking about something, and did not notice the movement around him.

Song Yiqing quietly observed all this on the side, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

It turned out that Zhang Zheng, an iron tree that had not bloomed for a long time, was not unwilling, but had never found a delicate flower in full bloom.

In the originally harmonious and quiet ward, Brother Liang's sudden appearance was like a bolt of lightning, instantly breaking the original tranquility.

He walked hurriedly, carrying a large pot of steaming ginger soup in his hand.

Pushing open the door, before the person had fully entered, the voice of concern had already come in.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song? How are you? ”

He asked eagerly, and walked briskly to the bed, staring at the man on the bed almost anxiously, his face full of worry.

"I'm fine."

Song Yiqing replied with a smile, but only when she saw Brother Liang raise her head, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

It turned out that it was not Song Yiqing himself who was lying on the hospital bed.

"Mr. Song, it turns out that you are fine."

Brother Liang breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for breath.

He was originally very worried about Song Yiqing's situation, but at this moment, the stone in his heart finally landed.

Brother Liang patted the kettle in his hand: "I brought ginger syrup." ”

He explained, "Drink a little while it's hot to keep the cold away." ”

As he spoke, he poured some ginger syrup water from the kettle into the bowl and handed it to Song Yiqing.

Song Yiqing asked him to pour two more bowls for Shi Xiaoting and Zhang Zheng.

Shi Xiaoting took the bowl, pinched her nose and drank it carefully.

Zhang Zheng drank it all without the slightest hesitation.

However, the spicy taste of ginger syrup made Shi Xiaoting choke and cough incessantly.

"Are you alright?"

Song Yiqing asked Shi Xiaoting with concern, patting her back gently to help her calm down.

Under Song Yiqing's appeasement, Shi Xiaoting gradually eased up.

She coughed softly and replied, "I'm fine." ”

"Are you really okay?"

Song Yiqing asked again, and when she saw Shi Xiaoting nodding in confirmation, she was relieved.

Shi Xiaoting coughed and looked at Zhang Zheng.

At this time, Zhang Zheng suddenly turned his head, and the two looked at each other, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"You ......"

He stopped talking, as if he were pondering his words. Shi Xiaoting was a little heartbroken by his gaze, and involuntarily lowered her head.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and neither of them spoke.

Seeing this, Song Yiqing immediately came out to play a round: "Brother Zheng, how does this ginger syrup taste?" ”

She digressed the subject, trying to ease the somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Zhang Zheng took a sip of ginger syrup, but his eyes remained on Shi Xiaoting.

"Ahem."

Shi Xiaoting was a little uncomfortable by his gaze, and coughed lightly twice to try to divert his attention.

"It's delicious."

Zhang Zheng retracted his gaze and answered Song Yiqing's question lightly.

He picked up the bowl and drank the rest of the ginger syrup in one go.

"Brother and sister, I still have some problems, so I'll leave first."

Zhang Zheng offered to leave.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Song Yiqing smiled and watched him leave.

The moment the door closed, she turned her head to look at Shi Xiaoting, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

Under Song Yiqing's gaze, Shi Xiaoting's cheeks turned even redder.

She lightly lifted her lips, and her voice was slightly shy: "What about the manuscript?" ”

Song Yiqing said gently: "Don't worry, I'll help you keep it safe." ”

She stretched out her hand, took it out of the drawer, and handed it to Shi Xiaoting's hand intact.

Shi Xiaoting carefully flipped through it, the pages were clearly written, and it seemed real and precious.

Every page is a trace of the teacher's hard work, and she can't suppress the excitement in her heart, tears rolling in her eyes.

She clutched the lost manuscript to her chest and choked.

Song Yiqing saw her expression and asked, "Is this thing really so important?" ”

She stared at the dense numbers and letters on the manuscript, her brow furrowed.

Shi Xiaoting took a deep breath and explained: "These are the core calculation formulas of precision instruments, and with them, our country can make breakthroughs in the field of science and technology." ”

Song Yiqing heard it in a fog, but she could also feel the extraordinary value of this manuscript.

Unexpectedly, although Shi Xiaoting is usually delicate and lovely, she is willing to pay such a huge price in order to protect the important information of the country.

At this moment, the image of the girl in front of her suddenly became taller, which made her awe-inspired.

After talking about business, Song Yiqing was ready to leave.

She instructed: "I have arranged for someone to guard the door, you don't have to worry about safety, and you can recuperate here." ”

Shi Xiaoting hesitated for a long time, and finally stopped her: "Miss Song, that, that ......"

"What's wrong?" Song Yiqing asked.

"May I ask what the name of the man in the police uniform is just now?"

"Oh......" Song Yiqing deliberately lengthened her voice, and looked at her for a long time: "You said Zhang Zheng?" ”

Shi Xiaoting lowered her head in shame, and the flush on her face became more and more intense, as if she could drip blood.

Song Yiqing continued: "He is a famous young talent in our city! At a young age, he has already become the second-in-command of the police department......"

"I used to be a soldier, and I was also a well-known and good cadre in the compound! You can see it, how much Peugeot looks like it......"

Song Yiqing praised Zhang Zheng from head to toe, and the words of praise poured out like a spring.

Shi Xiaoting's favor for Zhang Zheng skyrocketed like a rocket.

However, despite what Song Yiqing said, she never touched on a key issue.

Does this such a wonderful person have a girlfriend?

Although Shi Xiaoting didn't mind prying other people's corners, she was also a little worried in her heart, worried that she would encounter an indestructible corner like Fang Huai'an.

Zhang Zheng looks very decent, not like a corner that is easy to pry away.

She was anxious, bit her lip, and stammered, "Officer Zhang is so good, does he have a girlfriend?" ”

When Song Yiqing heard this, she smiled secretly in her heart.

It seems that Shi Xiaoting is really moved by Zhang Zheng. She looked at Shi Xiaoting and thought to herself in her heart.