"Where have you gone?"

The lights in the corridor were slightly dimmed, and the edges and corners of Jiang Ke's face were coated with a soft light. It didn't look as cold as his tone.

Walking straight towards him, Mo Qing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

Jiang Ke locked his eyes on her: "Catch the thief."

Mo Qing curled her lips slightly, stood still two steps away, and looked back at him with a slight smile.

"Mr. Jiang," she shouted, her eyes sliding down, brushing over his brows and the bridge of his nose, and resting on his thin lips openly and nakedly, "Has your mouth always been so hard?"

The darkness in Jiang Ke's eyes suddenly became intense.

His Adam's apple slid slightly, and after a moment, the fluctuations in his eyes calmed down, and he asked again: "Where are you going?"

"Beat Liang Xuzhi."

Mo Qing averted his eyes, turned around and walked to her bedroom door.

The moment she opened the door, she paused again, turned around, her eyes caught his, and warned: "Don't tell anyone."

Jiang Ke stopped her: "Wait."

"Um?"

Mo Qing waited for him to continue.

Jiang Ke asked: "Are you a regular employee of the Eighth Base, or an outside member?"

"None of that."

Mo Qing replied quietly and entered the door.

As soon as the lights came on, the door was closed.

The photosensitive lights in the corridor were turned off, and the field of vision suddenly fell into darkness. Jiang Ke stood still, and Mo Qing's gaze just now seemed to have substance, leaving traces of every part of the skin she glanced over.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, which seemed to come from her body and lingered for a long time.

Jiang Ke pursed his lower lip.

*

That night, Liang Xuzhi was rescued until midnight and was not dead.

The next day, he just woke up and saw Wen Yingxue standing by his bed.

Liang Xuzhi's mouth was dry and he made a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "Where is Mo Qing?"

"Really Mo Qing did it?" Wen Yingxue was slightly surprised and frowned.

"It's her." Liang Xuzhi clutched the sheets tightly, with veins jumping on the back of his hands that were covered in bruises. His eyes were red and he said with hatred, "There is also a prescription..."

Wen Yingxue hurriedly asked: "I didn't find it. Is it in her hands?"

Liang Xuzhi recalled that scene.

Mo Qing lit a fire in his hand, and the paper was burning, turning into ashes bit by bit in front of him.

Murder and heart-wrenching.

Mo Qing did it.

For him, who has been longing for the prescription, nothing is more painful than having the prescription destroyed in front of him.

He was trembling all over, biting each word with blood: "It was ruined by her."

"Destroyed?" Wen Yingxue was suddenly shocked.

The rumored prescription would never be burned. On this day, the only thing she thought about was how to "take back" the prescription. She never thought about the possibility of the prescription being destroyed.

"She burned her. I saw it with my own eyes." Liang Xuzhi's eyes were bloodshot. He was obviously as weak as an old man, but as crazy as a devil. "Go and find out who she is. Kill her. I will make her bones shattered."

Ashes, buried with the prescription!"

Wen Yingxue paused for a moment, collected all her emotions, and said calmly: "I understand."

She persuaded Liang Xuzhi to lie down, poured Liang Xuzhi a cup of tea, and comforted Liang Xuzhi with a few words on the grounds that he was "physically critical."

Liang Xuzhi's cell phone rang, and a call came in.

Wen Yingxue helped him pick up the phone, answered the call, and handed the phone to his ear.

Liang Xuzhi said a few words, then his face changed drastically. After responding stiffly, the phone call was cut off. Liang Xuzhi was so angry that he didn't care about his pain. He grabbed the phone and smashed it against the wall.

The phone instantly disintegrated and fell into pieces.

"Teacher Liang." Wen Yingxue was confused and shouted.

"The Pharmaceutical Association has leaders," Liang Xuzhi gasped, his eyes widened with anger, and he gritted his teeth with every word he said, "I hope I can put things to rest."

Has the Pharmaceutical Association made a statement?

Wen Yingxue frowned: "Who?"

"have no idea."

"Is it Mo Qing you're protecting?"

"I don't know, I didn't say it clearly." Liang Xuzhi took a deep breath and gritted his back molars so tightly that he almost broke his teeth.

"Teacher Liang." Wen Yingxue's voice was soft and gentle, without any extra emotion, "Maybe it can't break Mo Qing's muscles and bones, but it can cure her a little bit."

Liang Xuzhi paused, looked at her with questioning and irritable eyes, frowned and said, "What can you do?"

Wen Yingxue did not explain in detail, only said: "Just wait."

*

Inpatient department, single room on the third floor.

When it got dark, Mo Qing came to the hospital to visit Jing Su. She didn't have the consciousness to see patients, and she was empty-handed and didn't bring anything.

She knocked on the door, and when Song Yiyuan said "Who is it, come in", she unlocked the door.

The single room was not spacious. Jing Su was lying on the bed, awake, looking up at the ceiling, with a feeling of despair. Song Yiyuan moved a stool to the side and sat with his legs crossed, playing mobile games.

Oh, he's wearing headphones.

After the door was pushed open, Jing Su and Song Yiyuan both looked over.

"Here we come..." Song Yiyuan greeted her, glanced at her hands again, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "You really didn't bring anything with you."

"I'm not used to that." Mo Qing said frankly.

Song Yiyuan: "..." OK, I don't count on her anyway.

Mo Qing asked: "Is there any movement?"

She was referring to Wen Yingxue's side.

"No." Song Yiyuan shook his head, "I didn't see anything wrong with her. This morning, she came over specifically to check on Jing Su's condition. She only talked about her injuries and nothing else."

Mo Qing knew how many cities Wen Yingxue had, so it was not surprising that he could do this.

She asked again: "How long will it take to be discharged from the hospital?"

"Before the final exam, the doctor said he is recovering well." Song Yiyuan glanced at Mo Qing, then at Jing Su, and said with some gloating, "No one can escape the exam anyway."

Mo Qing didn't know what was so cool about Song Yiyuan.

After all, although Song Yiyuan didn't have to take the exam, he was betrayed by his friends every day.

Before meeting Huo Si and Song Yiyuan, Mo Qing had never seen a few selling friends who could sell things so naturally.

"Teacher Song." Jing Su suddenly spoke, tilted his head, and looked up at Song Yiyuan, who was sitting beside him, not leaving.

Song Yiyuan asked: "What's wrong?"

Jingsu said: "You can go out and get some fresh air."

"You are sensible." Song Yiyuan moved his shoulders, stood up, and threw his phone into his pocket. "What do you two want to eat? I will buy it for you?"

Because of Mo Qing's instructions and what she did last night, Song Yiyuan didn't sleep a wink for almost a day and a night, and he could be said to be "always within sight" of Jing Su's care.

Even when Jingsu went to the toilet, he had to open the door.

Fortunately they are all men, otherwise it would be easy to act like a pervert.

Isu felt uncomfortable.

Song Yiyuan also felt suffocated.

Mo Qing thought for a while and said, "Jianbing fruit."

"Okay." Song Yiyuan nodded hurriedly and turned to look at Jing Su. Just as he was about to ask, he spoke before Jing Su, "You can just drink porridge. You need to avoid dietary restrictions."

Jingsu: "..."

Don’t ask in the first place!

A waste of mood.

Although Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe are brothers, Jing Su feels from the bottom of his heart that Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe are far different.

Song Yiyuan finally had the opportunity to go out for fun. He was in a good mood. When he went out, if he didn't care about his image, he would definitely hum a tune or something.

After a while, only Mo Qing and Jing Su were left in the ward.

Without the lively atmosphere of Song Yiyuan, the room suddenly fell into silence. Even the footsteps in the corridor and the voices outside the window seemed so loud and clear.

After a while, Mo Qing walked to the bed, used his feet to push out the chair that was too close to the bed, and Shi Shiran sat down.

Jingsu looked at her, waiting for her to speak first.

——Intuition told him that Mo Qing had something important to say.
To be continued...