At this time, in the corridor of the hospital, the mobile phone was pulled closer and further away, further away and closer again, and finally looked at the screen that had returned to the main interface. For a long time, Yin Liting was confused:
He just asked and wanted to take away the trigger, so why did she lose her temper?
At this time, the little nurse's voice came:
"Mr. Yin, the patient is awake."
After grabbing the phone, he walked back. As soon as he reached the door of the ward, he saw Jiang Tuo walking out and closing the door directly:
"It's okay. She's just a little weak now. I gave her a sleeping injection and she fell asleep."
The two made eye contact, and then went to Jiang Tuo's office.
"How is she doing? Is it important?"
"As always, if this disease is properly controlled, it will generally not get worse, but if the attacks occur frequently and are not treated in time, it can easily cause brain damage, and the consequences are still uncontrollable."
After making coffee for both of them, Jiang Tuocai said:
"Actually, given her condition, being around people and having experience, these two attacks are a bit frequent. Like today's situation, it can be completely avoided."
Passing a cup of coffee to her, Jiang Tuo sighed and shook his head:
"Maybe I want to stay with you for a while longer and have to endure it. The discomfort caused by this kind of smell usually has to reach a certain concentration or the irritation is relatively intense."
"Even if you have sprayed perfume in your car before, it should have evaporated in more than ten days, so it won't be enough."
"Hey, brother, doctors have the heart of a parent. Although this disease is not her fault, and I sympathize with her, from the perspective of your brother, I still hope that you will be well--"
Patting him on the shoulder, Jiang Tuo shrugged:
"Don't get too deep in the ground."
It wasn't that he was biased against Zhu Nianqing's face, but that even the gods couldn't save her in her situation. Otherwise, it would be another knife stabbing him in the heart.
If the old thing happened again, could he really survive it?
Jiang Tuo didn't dare to think about it.
Yin Liting actually didn't listen to what he said next. His mind was occupied with what he said about the situation in the car and the abnormality of Zhu Nianqing's illness. A trace of doubt flashed through his heart:
What is the smell that can make Zhu Nianqing sick?
Why didn't he feel anything?
And last time, Yu Qingluo said that there was a choking smell of cigarette smoke in his car, but he didn't smell it?
Stirring the coffee, Yin Liting lowered his head and took a deep sniff:
The aroma of rich coffee was no problem for his nose.
What is going on?
When the doctor asked him just now, all he could think of was that Yu Qing had sprayed perfume in the car recently.
By the way, that day was Zhu Nianqing's birthday on the lunar calendar. They had met and had dinner together. He would spend this day with her every year, because on the actual lunar calendar birthday, she would usually go home to be with her parents and family.
Zhu Nianqing can also smell the fragrance on his body. He is not sure whether it is perfume or something natural, but it seems to be more obvious than the faint milky fragrance on Yu Qingluo's body that can only be smelled when he is close.
When he told the driver after that day, the driver also explained that he had never smoked near the car and would be more careful in the future, and immediately drove the car to ventilate it.
With a flash of inspiration, Yin Liting suddenly understood:
Could it be that it wasn't the smell of cigarette smoke at all? The woman smelled something that made her sit in the back seat instead of getting in the passenger seat! Could it be that she lost her temper simply because she was angry when she returned home?
No wonder he was so awkward that night, with thorns all over his body, and he wouldn't let him touch her!
Yu Qingluo's perfume was sprayed on purpose, he knew, but what about Zhu Nianqing, how could she, an epileptic patient, leave such an obvious fragrance?
And today, was it a simple accident or did she do it intentionally?
In the end, Yin Liting didn't have time to think about it. He didn't even finish his coffee. He answered the phone and left the hospital in a hurry.
…
On this day, Yu Qingluo ate outside and walked around for a long time. When he came home, he let someone out and was ready to fight and break up.
However, when he opened the door, the room was still semi-dark.
He didn't come back?
When she remembered that he said that the woman had an epileptic seizure and that he might still be taking care of the mistress, Yu Qingluo's half-wilted body straightened up suddenly. With a lift of her foot, she threw her high heels two meters away.
Damn it!
It's reasonable for him to prefer the mistress, but it's not like she cheated on her, so why does she feel guilty?
Just scold him~
Pulling off the rubber band on his head, Yu Qingluo walked in with bare feet.
As soon as he transferred the contract from the safe into his briefcase in the study, Yin Liting heard a "bang" and walked out, only to see this scene. Yu Qingluo had disheveled hair, her coat under her arm, and her shirt pulled out. The black butt-covering skirt was twisted around her body, and the zipper was still half unzipped. Her embarrassed appearance was unbearable to look at, but it also made people think about her.
When their eyes met, both of them were startled.
"Ah, you are here. Why don't you turn on the light when you are here?"
With a scream, Yu Qingluo flattened her clothes, unzipped the hem of her skirt, jumped to her feet and bent over to pick up the shoes thrown halfway. The hall was busy running around like headless flies.
Holding his forehead, Yin Liting's eyes followed him unconsciously:
He was either busy in the study or packing luggage in the bedroom. Why was he turning on the light in the living room?
Without saying much, he looked at his watch, turned around and went back to the bedroom, pulling out a suitcase:
"Go to Germany and catch a plane."
When Yu Qingluo came to her senses again, there was no one in the room. She stared blankly at the door that had been closed. She was still a little confused:
that's all?
After checking the door again, she returned to the room in a daze.
As soon as he entered the cloakroom, Yu Qingluo's head buzzed and she almost exploded on the spot.
On the changing sofa, which was always clean, there was a pile of men's clothes thrown away. Black and white were intertwined and messy. There was also a piece of white paper pasted on it, with a few big words written on it:
【Dirty, wash it】
Yin Liting clearly did this on purpose.
With his picky temperament, it was impossible for new clothes to be thrown into the cloakroom like this, let alone those waiting to be washed? Moreover, there were two piles of socks rolled up on the ground. You know, unless there are special circumstances, someone's socks are never worn a second time.
He turned around in a circle, Yu Qingluo felt so bad, and wanted to ignore it or just throw it away, but after walking back and forth twice, he still couldn't stand the eyesore, and he was not a wasteful person at heart. Finally, I could only walk over resignedly and sort them out one by one.
asshole!
Do you need to change a pair of socks when you come back to change your luggage at night?
Cursing, she put everything away, hand washing and dry cleaning, until midnight; in the car, Yin Liting crossed his legs from time to time, with a smile on his face.
…
On this day, in the office, while she was sorting out quarterly information with her colleagues, Yu Qingluo heard her phone vibrating again. She took it out and saw the word "Chu Chu" on it, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. "After a moment.
Yin Ruochu?
Why would she call her?
