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After investigation and research, it was determined that the virus that caused a large number of children to develop rashes all over their bodies and high fever during this period was a rare new infectious virus.

The patients are between 2 and 8 years old, and the virus is mainly transmitted through direct contact with media such as blood and saliva.

Relevant departments can immediately jointly establish special research projects with relevant departments, and Nanshi University will provide a virology laboratory and a team of professional professors.

Li Xuan was also among them, but he did not tell Fang Huai. Before the report, when his colleagues were reporting to their families and loved ones, he went aside to smoke.

After such a long time, Fang Huai didn't take the initiative to contact him. Li Xuan looked at the empty chat interface and frowned in annoyance.

A childish anger surged in my heart, "If that's the case, there's no need to contact me anymore."

For the first time, Li Xuan acted impulsively and blocked the number that he had memorized.

The two had no contact for three months, and both tacitly agreed not to give in.

"Professor Li, your phone is ringing." A colleague reminded Li Xuan. Li Xuan hurriedly picked up the phone and walked outside. His back looked anxious.

"Guess who I am?" A woman's cheerful voice answered the call. Li Xuan felt a surge of inexplicable loss and resentment. He sat on the bench and echoed the voice across from him, "Of course it's our young and beautiful Ms. Qiao."

Qiao Man snapped her fingers happily, and her husband beside her looked at her lovingly, "You guessed right."

"Xiaoxuan, Mommy misses you so much. When are you coming back to America?" Ms. Qiao raised her hand to look at her newly-painted manicure and said dissatisfiedly, "Mommy hasn't seen you in a long time."

Li Xuan's brows relaxed as he softly coaxed his mother.

"After a while, when my current job is finished, I will come back to see you."

"You said the same thing last time." Ms. Qiao complained dissatisfiedly: "Mom misses you very much."

Li Xuan swiped his phone screen, clicked into the chat interface between him and Fang Huai, and murmured, "I miss you guys too."

1313: Are you busy recently?

1313: Hey, I wasn’t blocked at all, Maimai, you’re such a nice person.

Kong Lingyu's messages kept popping up, so Fang Huai simply set the Do Not Disturb function and continued working on the message screen.

But after a while, his thoughts flew away, and his eyes stayed on the last call record between him and Li Xuan. His fingertips tapped lightly on the screen, and then retracted his fingers.

He walked to the window sill, leaned on the railing and looked downstairs. His thin figure looked even lonelier in the night.

Holding the unlocked phone in my hand, I brushed my fingertips across the familiar number. The agonizing sound of waiting came from the phone, breaking the loneliness of the moment.

"What should I say?" Fang Huai held up his head, hesitant and thinking, "Is Li Xuan very busy lately?"

"No, change the greeting."

"Then what should I say?" His wide sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his pale arms. He nervously pinched the newly opened flowers from the potted plant. The pink juice soaked into his fingertips, seeping into the cracks between his nails, resembling blood.

"The number you dialed cannot be connected at the moment..." The cold female voice shattered Fang Huai's hesitation. The phone slipped and fell straight to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but accidentally dropped the potted plant.

The originally beautifully blooming potted plant lost all its petals in an instant, and the broken pieces of the pot mixed with soil splashed on the ground, looking both funny and embarrassing.

The phone case was also broken, and Fang Huai lowered his head to look at the mess on the ground.

Go back to wiping your phone clean and putting the cracked case back in the drawer.

Fang Huai took out a brand new flowerpot and transplanted the potted plant into it. The black soil mixed with the bright red flowers was so dejected. He picked up the soil and his white hands were stained. He couldn't help but feel regretful.

"I'm so sorry." Fang Huai trimmed the broken branches and said softly, "You are so beautiful."

The small potted plant contained only thirteen handfuls of soil, its dense, fine roots clinging tightly to the scattered clods. Fang Huai re-mixed the nutrient soil and placed it in a new pot. He picked up the pot and set it back in its original location.

He didn't feel like washing his hands now, and there was quite a bit of it on his ankles, but he didn't feel like doing anything right now.

It was as if... all his strength had been exhausted. Fang Huai squinted his eyes and enjoyed the evening breeze. The earthy smell was carried by the wind and blew towards him.

He smiled and turned back to the house.

After he left, the bushes downstairs began to shake, and a crisp crackling sound was heard from the friction between the leaves.

FH: Li Xuan, the potted plant we bought together tonight is broken, and the phone case is also broken.

FH: The robot vacuum cleaner couldn't be repaired, and the repairman asked me if I wanted to recycle it.

FH: I refused. It would have been a wonderful decorative piece.

FH: Li Xuan, good night.

Fang Huai goes to get off work and comes home as usual, and after returning home he concentrates on taking care of the pot of flowers.

However, all the leaves had turned yellow and withered, and all the flower buds had fallen into the soil. He took the potted plant to the flower and bird market to ask the professional owner, who checked it and was also puzzled.

"The roots and trunk are intact, so it should be able to survive." The boss took off his straw hat and examined it in confusion. "Oh, handsome boy, this one is rotten, it can't survive."

Fang Huai stood at the door and saw an identical potted plant, except that this one had emerald green leaves and was topped with lush flowers. He looked at his own potted plant again, and found that the leaves had turned yellow and the roots had rotted, completely losing its vibrant appearance.

The boss also noticed his gaze and simply spread his hands: "I guess it won't survive. If you really like it, buy a new pot. Look at mine. It's already blooming, and there are still many buds."

"No thanks, boss." Fang Huai smiled, carefully put the spilled soil back into the flowerpot, and lowered his eyes to hide the disappointment and regret in his eyes.

He picked up the withered potted plant and left the flower shop. "Goodbye, boss."

"Goodbye, come often," the boss scratched his head and muttered, "You're so stubborn. You've already come three or five times."

"Why should I be sad about a pot of flowers that can't be kept alive?"

Fang Huai came to the intersection and always felt that someone was following him. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and saw that there was indeed a person covered tightly following him.

He was cautious and dodged into the crowd, "Sure enough, they are following me."

Fang Huai quickly ran through the crowd and shook off the man.

Seeing that he had lost the person, the man quickly ran across the zebra crossing and looked everywhere for him.

Fang Huai took a detour, came to the parking lot, and drove away.

"Who is he?" Fang Huai recalled the man while sitting in the car. He was tall, with only a pair of cold eyes showing. His gender was uncertain, but he was able to follow him to the flower and bird market, which meant he must be very familiar with his whereabouts.

Who is it?

Even when he was working in the hospital, he could feel the unfriendly gaze. He followed the direction to look for it, but was interrupted.

"Doctor Fang." Kong Lingyu's assistant, holding a bunch of gifts, blocked him at the hospital entrance, also blocking Fang Huai's sight.

Fang Huai pushed the gift away and frowned in rejection: "Hello, please don't disturb me while I'm working!"

The gaze disappeared, and he couldn't help but say, "You've affected my work!"

Fang Huai couldn't bear it any longer and turned around and walked into the hospital.

The gossipy looks and whispers on the street made him feel ashamed, so he put on a cold face and walked straight into the office.

"Kong Lingyu, I'm telling you seriously, I don't want these things, and I don't need you either. Do you understand?" Fang Huai was angry for the first time. "You've seriously affected my work."

"If my previous actions gave you any misconception, I apologize."

Fang Huai rubbed his swollen temples. The high-intensity work and the harassment from the stalker had already made him exhausted, and he also had to devote his energy to dealing with Kong Lingyu.

This made him angry at Kong Lingyu for the first time.

It was very quiet over there, and only the sound of the man's breathing could be heard.

"Okay, I won't give you a gift next time."

"Feel sorry."

"No, I mean don't contact me anymore." Fang Huai took a deep breath, "Kong Lingyu, please don't contact me anymore."

"I don't like you, I don't like you now, and I won't like you in the future."

Fang Huai hung up the phone and slumped down on the table, feeling relieved, but the computer screen was still on. The blue light shone on his thin face, and the screen reflected the obvious dark circles and fatigue on his face.

He was really tired, almost suffocating, but when he heard his cell phone vibrate, he stood up and walked towards the director's office.

Kong Lingyu listened to the busy tone on the phone while the desk was filled with documents.

"Angry." He picked up the photo on the table and said confusedly, "It seems really annoying."

He has no romantic experience and has only loved one person from the beginning to the end. His apparent ease appears inferior, and a single misstep can shatter his disguise.

In front of Fang Huai, he was always so helpless, and his way of pursuing her was cliché and childish.

The person in the photo is wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of eyes. He is stealthily wandering around Fang Huai's house, with a camera bulging in his arms.

His eyes grew a little colder, and the investigators were asking what to do next.

"Keep checking, find out what this guy wants to do."

In the next few days, Kong Lingyu really did not contact Fang Huai again. Fang Huai breathed a sigh of relief and focused his attention on work and the stalker.

He asked a technician to install surveillance cameras at home just in case.

On the other side, the president's office.

He Jiangyun hugged Kong Lingyu's legs and begged for mercy, while Tan Cheng stood at the door and looked at them leisurely.

"Kong Lingyu, you have already suspended me. You can't do this to me." He Jiangyun's injuries had not yet healed. He ignored the security guards' obstruction and broke into the ship schedule, rushed straight into the office, and without saying a word, hugged Kong Lingyu's legs and begged.

"I can't call the police. I don't want to go to jail."

Kong Lingyu pulled him away in disgust and looked down at He Jiangyun. "Since you knew the consequences, why did you still do it?"

"I promise there won't be a next time. Please let me go this time. I will spit out all the money, and please don't call the police!" He Jiangyun pounced on him again, hugged Kong Lingyu's legs and begged, even at the cost of bringing up Kong Lingyu's teacher.

"You promised Wei Lai that you would take care of me, and my leg is lame because of you."

Kong Lingyu suddenly shook He Jiangyun off: "You still have the nerve to mention him, He Jiangyun, you are so shameless."