"No. Didn't I just say that?" Xiao Long looked directly at Wu Chen's face.
"Is it really okay? If I die while I'm out, the consequences will be serious. It's not because I love my husband, but it will be troublesome to deal with other people, and relatives will come. ” She looked away.
"It's okay, you won't die. Besides, you have the real power in the store now, so you don't need to worry about anyone else's thoughts."
Wu Chen was silent for a while. "But, I really took the time out. In this situation..." Wu Chen no longer insisted. She raised her head and touched her hair with her hands.
Wu Chen got into Xiao Long's car and the car was driving on the night street.
"Will you let me go back soon?" She was still worried and took the trouble to confirm.
"Well. I originally thought that just seeing you would be enough, but after seeing you I didn't want to just stay with you for a while in a coffee shop." Xiao Long seemed to be talking to the wind.
In fact, he was not without fear. It's easy to say "won't die", but Xiao Long understands that her husband may have passed away now, and this possibility completely exists.
No, maybe it was out of a sense of risk that he wanted to take Wu Chen away by force.
Wu Chen was sitting in the passenger seat, and the passing street lights reflected her face, which made her look more beautiful than usual. It is said that women are most beautiful when they are excited. It turns out that this is true, and she was still trembling.
It was almost twelve o'clock at night when Xiao Long sent Wu Chen out of the hotel.
Wu Chen's face was frighteningly pale.
The same goes for when you go to a hotel. Wu Chen had been worried about her husband's condition, but she did not dare to tell Xiao Long clearly. She was worried that speaking out would make Xiao Long unhappy. Xiao Long knew her thoughts well. But the more it got to this point, the more serious Xiao Long became.
Although they only agreed to stay for an hour, they actually spent more than three hours in the hotel. During this period, Wu Chen repeatedly begged Xiao Long to let her go back, but Xiao Long would pull her back to lie down next to him every time.
"It's okay, you should also consider my mood." He held her wrist tightly. "I know you are worried about your husband's condition, but didn't I say it doesn't matter? And I have said it many times. I am still a doctor after all. ." Xiao Long didn't give her a chance to defend herself.
Every time Xiao Long caught the neatly dressed Wu Chen, it brought him a strange pleasure.
"It's too much!" Wu Chen cried when he finally struggled away. "Now, the family must be in chaos! They will be angry and ask me where I went with red eyes. If my husband is here after I leave, What should I do if I die? You tell me!" Due to her excitement, even her lips turned pale.
Xiao Long held a cigarette in his mouth and said nonchalantly: "You can say that you went to the temple to pray for the blessings of the gods, or you can say that you went to a good prayer master."
"You are so outrageous!" Wu Chen glared at Xiao Long.
"Really? Haven't you been prepared for a long time? This moment will always come." Xiao Long likes to use hints to let Wu Chen understand what he means.
"Doctor, did that medicine really work?" Wu Chen stared at Xiao Long with piercing eyes, guilt, mystery and other complex contents included in her sight.
"I can't tell." Xiao Long was vague. He didn't want to overemphasize the effect of the fake poison, otherwise it would be unclear to explain later.
"What if another doctor finds out?" Wu Chen was still worried.
"It doesn't matter. So far, hasn't the doctor said nothing?"
"Well, that's true."
"That's right. If something is discovered, you will definitely be questioned now. The fact that you haven't said anything shows that the doctor has no suspicion at all."
"Yes, but when he is about to die, there won't be any special reaction in his body, right?"
"Absolutely not. Don't worry, what I gave you is not that kind of medicine." The sentence "not that kind of medicine" actually implies two meanings. One means that he only gave Wu Chen cold medicine. It was just Wu Chen's wishful thinking that it was poison, and he firmly believed that giving the patient a little bit every day would gradually take effect. Wu Chen would logically interpret "not that kind of medicine" as: not the kind of poison that would cause symptoms on the body if eaten. In this way, if things are exposed in the future, Xiao Long can emphasize this point and completely shirk responsibility.
It only takes thirty minutes to drive from the hotel to Wu Chen's home. There were no pedestrians on the quiet streets at night. Xiao Long's car was overtaken by several taxis, but he still drove slowly. Of course he knew that this would make Wu Chen, who was sitting in the car, even more anxious. Normally, it would be absolutely intolerable for his car to be overtaken by a taxi.
Xiao Long put Wu Chen's hand on his knee and shook it from time to time. As the time to get off the car came, Wu Chen was so scared that he remained motionless.
"We're here." Xiao Long said to Wu Chen. He turned off the car lights and hugged her shoulders.
Wu Chen's voice almost growled, "I'm so scared. What if he's dead when I get home? I'm really afraid to step into the house."
"Don't worry." Xiao Long comforted, "If that happens, you will be the true owner of the store from now on, and no one will dare to accuse you."
"But the relatives will come."
"You just have to follow my instructions."
Wu Chen took a deep breath, quickly stood up, opened the car door, and jumped out like a cat.
Xiao Long was smoking a cigarette while staring at her as she flew away. Her back seemed to be blown up by the wind and disappeared into the night.
When Xiao Long walked into the entrance hall of his home, the servant heard his footsteps and came out sleepily.
"You're back. Do you want to take a bath?"
"No need. Close the door and go to sleep." Xiao Long took off his shoes and staggered up to the second floor like a drunken man.
Back in his bedroom, Xiao Long planned to put on his pajamas and sleep, but the phone rang again. He had no choice but to pick up the phone.
"Is it the dean?" Wu Chen's voice was awkward.
"Well, it's me."
"He's dead." Wu Chen's cry made Xiao Long take a breath of air.
"When did you die?" Xiao Long himself felt that the tone of this rhetorical question was a bit unnatural.
"An hour ago. When I got home, he had just passed away. In the end, I still didn't catch up..." Wu Chen cried, "After I went back, all my relatives looked at me with strange eyes... I still didn't catch up... …”
"Didn't you explain yourself?"
"It was too late. As soon as I went back and took off my shoes, my relatives took me to my dead husband."
"Let's discuss the situation tomorrow. I'm not convenient right now."
"Okay, then I'll call back tomorrow. Anyway, let me tell you first that he is dead."
"I see."
She lowered her voice and said, "The doctor we invited wrote a death certificate. Goodbye." Then there was the beep of hanging up the phone.
The next morning, not long after Xiao Long went to work, Shi Yunfeng quietly walked into his office again.
"What's the matter with you?" Xiao Long asked in a low voice.
"Stop it! Xiaolong," she said, her voice very dry.
Xiao Long was in a trance for a while. This title was something my father often heard when he was still alive, but that was four years ago.
Shi Yunfeng was her father's assistant when he started his business and his right-hand man. Before his death, his father asked her to take care of Xiao Long. In the past she could call him "Little Dragon" like her father. After he became the dean, she stopped barking, but today she barked again. What happened?
"Don't hide it from me. You asked Mi Tian from the Pharmacy Department to take phenacetin. What was it used for?" Shi Yunfeng stared into Xiao Long's eyes and asked.
Xiao Long repeatedly told Mi Tian not to tell anyone about taking the medicine. Shi Yunfeng actually knew this. She must have used her identity as an old man in the hospital to intimidate Mi Tian into telling her.
"What I do is my business. Isn't it just cold medicine? Do I still need to ask for your instructions?"
"No." In the darkness, Shi Yunfeng shook his head, "You must be planning something. I still don't understand this?"
"Whatever you think, it has nothing to do with you anyway, go back!" Xiao Long turned his face and ignored her.
Shi Yunfeng was still standing there like a rock, Xiao Long's back was turned to her, what kind of eyes was that woman looking at him at this moment? Thinking of this, Xiao Long felt that his back was being burned by her sight, and he began to feel a dull pain.
