Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Liu Jingheng was a little scared. He was not...
The plane flew over the bustling New York City, and Liu Jingheng leaned out the window to look down.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du suddenly called him, "Do you like New York?"
Liu Jingheng thought about it.
He had been traveling around New York with Qin Du for the past two days. The sights were beautiful, the locals were friendly, the streets were dirty, the food was not good, and he occasionally saw some outrageous and scary people. But:
"like."
Qin Du chuckled: "That's good."
After flying for more than ten hours, the plane landed on the broad and flat lawn of the Qin Family Garden.
Uncle Li and Old Man Qin had been waiting here for a long time. When they saw the person, they ran out with the vigor of eighteen young men.
"Jingjing—!" Uncle Li hugged Liu Jingheng and examined her from head to toe. "I finally got you back. I missed you so much! Woohoo."
Penny was in a miserable state. She was so excited to see her owner again after so many days that she broke her tail by shaking it. After a bandage was tied around her tail, she finally calmed down.
In the evening, the old man hosted a welcome dinner for the two of them, and Liu Jingheng also ate the high-quality grass. Thinking about it this way, American food is quite delicious.
Liu Jingheng didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Qin Chuyao was particularly enthusiastic towards him today.
There is no need for a nanny. She will take the initiative to help add rice and grass, and even help cool down a bowl of soup.
Liu Jingheng was a little scared. Did he fall in love with me?
After dinner, Qin Chuyao walked into Liu Jingheng's room like a thief again, and handed her something with a smile:
"I heard from Grandpa about your surgery. Anyway, you should take care of your health first. Here are some vitamins I got from a friend. Take one every day to keep you healthy."
Liu Jingheng looked at the medicine boxes in his hands and checked the words on them. It was indeed written "vitamins".
Qin Chuyao suddenly sat down next to him, right next to him: "Jingheng."
Liu Jingheng: Jing...Heng?
Qin Chuyao patted his uneasy hands and said with a smile:
"I've also figured it out. Life is the most precious thing in this world. So let's not quarrel anymore and make peace."
Liu Jingheng: "Uh..."
For the first time, he didn't want to use a universal formula.
"I know that I yelled at you in the past and made you unhappy, but when you were not around, I thought a lot and found that I couldn't even control myself from thinking about you." Qin Chuyao stared at Liu Jingheng with stars in his eyes.
Liu Jingheng: ………………
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Go to bed early." Qin Chuyao stood up, as if he was desperate to hide something. "By the way, remember to take the vitamins I gave you."
Liu Jingheng was flipping through the medicine box, her thoughts wandering.
First of all, Qin Chuyao definitely didn't show his affection to him because he really liked him; secondly, he has been busy with his own affairs these days, so it seems that the relationship between the two male protagonists has made no progress.
However, if I complete my mission and help lovers find their true love, will I have to leave?
I was a little reluctant to leave. In that world, I had nothing, but here, I even had the confidence to cheat.
Liu Jingheng was thinking in a mess, and Qin Du's face inexplicably appeared in her mind.
You will still leave. People will eventually return to where they belong. This is destined.
Even if he leaves, it would be better if he could be as quiet as he came and no one would notice him after he leaves.
Liu Jingheng sighed and threw the medicine box into the trash can.
Although he wasn't very smart, he was certain that Qin Chuyao was going to harm him. This was the fate of cannon fodder.
*
Liu Jingheng started eating grass and blowing balloons again.
In order to make the process of blowing balloons less uncomfortable, he would make a video call to Shirley based on the time difference and tell Shirley that he would give her all these beautiful balloons next time he went to New York.
While I was blowing up a balloon, Qin Chuyao passed by the door. Very deliberately, he pretended to suddenly remember something and poked his head in:
"Jingheng, have you taken the vitamins I gave you?"
The balloon in Liu Jingheng's mouth flew away, and his face was full of resentment:
"right."
"That's good." Qin Chuyao smiled.
When he raised his head, his gaze suddenly paused: "Uncle...Uncle."
Qin Du looked down at him and asked in an icy voice, "What did you ask him to eat?"
"It's just... my friend said it's a very good vitamin." Qin Chuyao tried hard to put on a frank expression.
"Don't give him anything to eat." Qin Du stopped looking at him and turned his gaze towards the house. "Even if it's a tonic, you have to show it to me first."
Qin Chuyao put on a smile on his face, but cursed Qin Du's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
I realized it later and quickly closed my eyes and begged for mercy from my ancestors.
Qin Du walked into the room and saw Liu Jingheng holding a balloon in a daze. He sat down beside him and lifted up his trouser legs.
The bruise has almost healed, with a scab formed and a circle of purple around it.
Qin Du gave him some medicine and then picked up the medicine box on his desk and looked through it one by one.
In addition to commonly used heart disease medications, there are also vitamins that have never been seen before.
"Who gave you this?" Qin Du asked, pointing at the vitamins.
"Cheng Yunqing." Liu Jingheng pulled his hand away and took the vitamins back.
He likes this vitamin, the sweet orange flavor, and it is one of his few life-saving medicines during the days when he was quitting sugar.
Qin Du snatched the vitamin back, looked at the ingredient list carefully, opened the lid, poured out two tablets and tasted them himself.
Only after confirming that it was harmless did he return the vitamins to Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng didn't know what Qin Du was here for. He walked around the room, touched the furniture and checked the chair legs, then left.
Liu Jingheng scratched her head.
When Cheng Yunqing was mentioned, he remembered what he had forgotten in the Pacific Ocean.
On the plane to New York, I saw more than a dozen missed calls from Cheng Yunqing, but I didn't dare to call back because I was afraid the plane would explode.
I called Cheng Yunqing back. The phone rang once and was picked up immediately by the other party.
"Liu Jingheng." The voice was impatient and tearful, "Where are you?"
Liu Jingheng: "I'm at home."
"I'll come find you."
"OK……"
Liu Jingheng didn't quite understand why Cheng Yunqing came to him in such a hurry, but Qin Chuyao happened to be at home, so he could take this opportunity to reconcile the relationship between the two.
Liu Jingheng held her chin with both hands, trying hard to recall what other plot points could be used in the original text.
After a while, I just slumped over. It’s not so much that it’s gone, it’s more that I can’t remember it at all.
At this moment, the sound of a TV suddenly came from next door.
Liu Jingheng slowly got up and went to the next room, where she found Uncle Li slacking off and watching TV.
The screen is showing a classic Hong Kong drama, telling the story of a female protagonist who is drugged and framed by a vicious female supporting character, who takes advantage of her confusion and sends her to the room of a wretched old man. Even without watching the drama, you know that the male protagonist will suddenly appear and save the female protagonist.
Liu Jingheng clapped her hands.
Yes, the relationship between the two male protagonists has not made any progress, it's nothing more than a lack of emotion. Is it useful for Qin Chuyao to send text messages to harass Cheng Yunqing all day long? He doesn't have any manliness at all.
This is good, this hero saves the world.
The problem is, he is not like the original owner, so how can he have medicine readily available at any time and place?
Also, where can I find those wretched old people?
Liu Jingheng pondered for a long time at the door. When she looked up, she saw Li Shuben's benzene-ring-shaped face, smiling maliciously at the TV screen.
Sleazy, elderly, but kind.
Hey.
…
The black Audi braked suddenly in front of the Qin family's gate. Cheng Yunqing jumped out of the car, threw the car keys to the security guard and asked him to help park it.
The security guard fell silent.
Mr. Qin said that if he saw the young master of the Cheng family coming to visit again, he would ask a few more questions, the subtext of which was that he should not let him go so easily;
But Young Master Qin Chuyao also said that if you mess with Cheng Yunqing, you will be messing with him, and the security guard should make his own decision.
The security guard choked up. "Really? I'll have to run faster in my next life."
Cheng Yunqing hurried into the house. The cleaning nannies gathered together and screamed softly like fans. It was a pity that such a great face was not born in the Qin family.
"Liu Jingheng!"
Liu Jingheng was attracted by Cheng Yunqing's shouting. He saw Cheng Yunqing striding over and holding his face, with a moist red at the corners of his eyes.
"I thought you wouldn't come back." Cheng Yunqing's voice was hoarse and tears fell as soon as he said a word.
This incident really made Liu Jingheng feel a little guilty.
The male protagonist truly treated him as a friend. He only stayed in the United States for a few days, but the male protagonist welcomed him with his precious tears. You should know that in the original text, Cheng Yunqing never shed a tear from beginning to end no matter how big the setbacks he faced.
Liu Jingheng repeated like a tape recorder: "Yes, I'm back..."
Cheng Yunqing sat down beside him, holding his hand tightly and pressing it against his chest:
"You go to the United States for medical treatment. What do the doctors there say?"
Liu Jingheng opened her mouth and changed the subject:
"Let's not talk about this for now. Are you sleepy?"
Cheng Yunqing had tears in his eyes, a smile on his lips, and shook his head vigorously:
"I'm not sleepy. I can still go for a ride with you."
Liu Jingheng said firmly: "No, you are sleepy."
"I'm really not sleepy."
"You're sleepy."
Cheng Yunqing's tense shoulders relaxed, and he wiped his eyes with a smile:
"Okay~ I'm sleepy, do you want to coax me to sleep?"
Liu Jingheng nodded and pointed at the bed.
Of course, Cheng Yunqing couldn't sleep well in the Qin family. Qin Du, who was hostile to him, and Qin Chuyao, who always wanted to harass him, both made him feel uneasy.
But he was really sleepy. Since Liu Jingheng went to the United States, he had only slept for a few hours in total.
"Go to sleep, my dear baby~ Mommy loves you and likes you~"
Liu Jingheng's discordant lullaby came from above my closed eyes. The sound was soft and gentle, like feathers dancing around my heart.
Cheng Yunqing's consciousness slowly fell, fell -
Liu Jingheng waved her hand above his eyelids to make sure he was really asleep.
He tiptoed to the next room, pulled Uncle Li over, and pointed to Cheng Yunqing:
"Uncle Li, lie down."
Uncle Li was so frightened that he split his legs, his eyes darting back and forth:
"I don't……"
Even though he looked down on Qin Chuyao, he didn't want to have a real-life fight with him.
Liu Jingheng patted the bed and said, "Lie down."
"I won't..." Uncle Li swore to defend his innocence. "I suddenly remembered that I have to serve dinner to the master, so I'll leave now."
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a long time before she remembered to run after him.
"Just lie down." Liu Jingheng said to Uncle Li, he would have to ask Qin Chuyao to come over to witness this scene with his own eyes, and then he wrestled with Uncle Li. In the end, Cheng Yunqing was deeply moved and fell in love with him.
Uncle Li walked downstairs in a hurry. He could agree to anything Jingjing wanted, but he wouldn't do anything that would destroy his own innocence. If it was Jingjing lying on the bed, he would be happy to lie down with her.
Liu Jingheng chased Uncle Li to the stairs. Just as she was about to go down, her brittle skin disease struck again. Her legs went limp and her head fell down.
Uncle Li only saw a dark shadow rolling down from his feet. When he looked closely, he saw Liu Jingheng lying on the ground in a "big" shape, gasping for breath.
“I can’t do it anymore…”
"Jingjing——!" Uncle Li's miserable cry echoed throughout the mansion.
Uncle Li, who was old and frail, had not yet gone downstairs when a dark shadow rushed past him.
Cheng Yunqing turned on the phone the second he heard the voice. He ran down before Uncle Li and gently helped Liu Jingheng up.
"What's wrong with you? Did you get hurt?"
Liu Jingheng pressed her chest to feel it. Fortunately, it was still beating steadily.
He shook his head, his extraordinary insensitivity had not yet sent out the pain reflex arc.
But when Cheng Yunqing saw the scratches on his arm, he felt so distressed that he quickly picked him up.
The night in mid-October was a little chilly.
In the Qin family's back garden, a tall figure held a frail body and gently applied medicine on his arm.
Cheng Yunqing closed the medicine bottle and carefully checked Liu Jingheng for any injuries under the light of the courtyard.
After a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Really? Why are you rolling downstairs again?"
Liu Jingheng's pain nerves finally reached his brain, causing his mind to go haywire. He had no time to think.
"I, I want to harm you."
"Why?" Cheng Yunqing frowned, "Do you hate me?"
Liu Jingheng shook his head. Far from disliking the male lead, he actually had a slight fondness for him. Cheng Yunqing's beauty was also good for him. Every time he tried to follow the original plot, he had to first engage in a struggle between his left and right brains.
Cheng Yunqing sighed softly, and wrapped Liu Jingheng in his arms tightly.
"Although I don't know what your reasons are, just tell me what your plans are next time and I'll cooperate with you."
Liu Jingheng was stunned: Can you cooperate with this?
The two chatted under the moonlight, no one noticing Qin Chuyao, who was standing under a tree not far away, his fists clenched to the point of bursting. He kept swallowing, his blood running cold, and he shivered from the chill.
In the Qin family mansion.
Qin Du went to the company in the afternoon to deal with some backlogged work. When he got home, he saw Uncle Li standing at the door like an ant on a hot pan, his feet burning all over.
"Mr. Qin!" Uncle Li hurried to greet him when he saw him.
Qin Du loosened his tie, his eyes showing fatigue: "If there is nothing important, go and do it first."
"Well, Jingjing fell down the stairs again in the evening and hit her arm again. Is that a serious matter?"
Qin Du turned his head suddenly, his gaze as cold as an arrow, shooting Li Shu like a sieve.
"Where is he?" Unconsciously, the tone became hurried.
"In... the back garden. Young Master Cheng applied some medicine to him and is holding him to comfort him now." Uncle Li smiled obscenely.
"Cheng Yunqing is here again." Qin Du raised his hand and pinched his brow, breathing heavily through his nose, "Call me earlier next time."
Complaining about Uncle Li, Qin Du turned and headed towards the back garden.
"Boss Qin." Uncle Li called him again, his smile becoming even more obscene. "Excuse me for being blunt, but Jingjing and Young Master Cheng are close friends. They're just having a sweet little private conversation, and we have no right to interrupt them."
Qin Du's eyes were as dark as a dragon's pond and a tiger's blood, and then he asked a standard Qin-style question:
"Not qualified? Then who is qualified?"
Uncle Li chuckled softly, pretending to be elegant:
"We are neither Jingjing's family nor his lovers. It's really none of our business who he wants to be friends with."
Qin Du's brows suddenly tensed.
Uncle Li: Humph, I told you to behave yourself. If you don’t express your feelings to her properly, you will never have the right to care about Jingjing in your life.
Qin Du stared at Uncle Li for a long time, then turned his gaze away coldly and went upstairs without saying a word.
Uncle Li: Okay, Qin Du, you are really good.
Returning to the bedroom, Qin Du sat down at the table, took off his tie and threw it on the table, with a hint of impatience in his movements.
With a glance, I followed the French window and saw two small dark figures sitting under the wisteria trellis in the courtyard.
Qin Du stood up, paused, and sat back down.
What would happen if I went? Who was I to stop Cheng Yunqing from taking his hand away?
It seemed like he was used to doing this kind of thing. Today, after being reminded by Uncle Li, he suddenly realized that he had no right to interfere at all.
Qin Du's gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment, then quickly moved aside.
He forgot when it started, but he got used to keeping Liu Jingheng by his side, wanting to take him wherever he went, to arrange his important surgeries and even his entire life plan, but he ignored Liu Jingheng's thoughts.
So what does Liu Jingheng think of him? Is this man who never shows his emotions a shrewd and calculating person, or does he simply not understand his own inner emotions?
Outside the door, Uncle Li hid in a dark corner: Why don’t you go downstairs? ...
…
"A-choo!" Liu Jingheng shivered when Xiaofeng snored.
Cheng Yunqing loosened his grip and asked, "Are you cold? Shall we go upstairs?"
Liu Jingheng asked back, "It's getting late, why aren't you going home?"
Cheng Yunqing pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go now."
He really wanted to stay with Liu Jingheng, but things were different now and Qin Du would never agree to let him stay.
After Cheng Yunqing left, Liu Jingheng took a bath. The water on his wound made him hiss in pain.
After taking a shower, just wipe your hair casually, you don’t have to dry it. You’re too tired from blowing balloons all day, so lie down and rest for a while.
Liu Jingheng had just picked up her change of clothes and was about to leave the bathroom when she suddenly heard Qin Du's voice coming from the room outside:
"What are you doing in Liu Jingheng's room?"
Then came Qin Chuyao's voice: "No, I lent him the game console last time, and I'm bringing it back."
Liu Jingheng wiped her hair, wondering when he had lent her his video game console.
When I wiped my hair and walked out of the door, I saw Qin Du touching the cabinets in his room, checking the chairs, lifting the pillows and pressing the bed.
"What?" Liu Jingheng interrupted Qin Du.
Qin Du stood up and looked at him.
The skin washed by water looked like a lotus root with a scent of powder that was cut in half, with a layer of moist red on the surface, wrapped in dark blue pajamas.
Qin Du diverted his attention:
"Nothing. Uncle Li said you fell down from the building again."
As he said that, he walked over to Liu Jingheng, lifted up his pajamas sleeve, pinched his wrist, turned it around and looked around.
There were abrasions of varying degrees on both elbows. They might have healed, but after being soaked in hot water, blood began to seep out again.
Qin Du's sword-like eyebrows were drawn together.
He dragged Liu Jingheng to the bed, took out a small medicine bottle and sprayed him with medicine:
"The brain is underdeveloped, and the cerebellum is not much behind."
Liu Jingheng: "Yes."
Qin Du glanced at him, applied the medicine, and gently pinched his wrist to check his brittle skin and bones.
What he saw in his eyes was Liu Jingheng's slender wrist, connected to the lotus-white back of her hand, the surface of which was covered with a shallow layer of blue veins.
The fingers are slender and beautiful, and the five nails are like clear glass.
Qin Du suppressed the urge to kiss him and asked him:
"pain?"
The pain nerves had not yet reached her brain, so Liu Jingheng shook her head.
Qin Du nodded with an ambiguous expression, his Adam's apple moving up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but for some reason, he was unable to speak.
Liu Jingheng hooked her lips with her finger and looked at him in confusion.
"Then..." After a long century, Qin Du finally opened his mouth, "Do you want a hug?"
Liu Jingheng hesitated for a moment, and her frown suddenly relaxed.
Qin Du explained, "That's how it's played on TV. A hurt person needs a hug to comfort them."
Not to mention, he had seen this move in a skit performed by Lightning Ball.
Liu Jingheng began to immerse herself in her own world again.
Just at this moment, the pain reflex nerves wandered into his brain and the wound suddenly began to hurt.
Liu Jingheng moved her fingertips and slowly stretched out her hands with an indescribable feeling.
At this scene, Qin Du's tense shoulders relaxed obviously. With a hint of urgency, he held Liu Jingheng's back with his arms, and passed the other hand under his knee. With a little force, he pulled the whole person over and pressed him on his thigh. The hand on Liu Jingheng's back began to increase the strength of the rhythm.
Then, he pulled Liu Jingheng's hands and forced them to hug his shoulders.
After completing the action, Qin Du breathed a sigh of relief, put the tip of his nose on Liu Jingheng's neck artery, and took a deep breath.
The fragrance of the shower gel is refreshing and elegant, and a layer of warm and light herbal roots floats deep into the skin.
Liu Jingheng couldn't help but tighten her arm around his shoulders because of the sudden increase in her heart rate.
This feeling is very strange and light, like rolling in the clouds, but from time to time you have palpitations as if you are about to fall down.
He was often carried around by various people: doctors, nurses, 120 emergency personnel, Cheng Yunqing, and Uncle Li. But no one could give him this feeling of confusion.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du suddenly called him.
"What are your thoughts on me?"
Liu Jingheng: "What aspect?"
"For example, do you hate it when I hold you like this?"
"I don't mind."
"Did you hate it when I kissed you last time?"
"I don't mind."
"Don't you hate it if I interfere with your life?"
"nor."
At this point, a smile appeared on Qin Du's lips that he didn't even notice.
"It's the same question as last time. Do you like me?" It seemed that Liu Jingheng's "three no's" gave him courage, and the question that he had been unable to ask for a long time slipped out smoothly.
Liu Jingheng looked around but couldn't find his "Green Tea Guide" within her sight. She had no choice but to improvise.
Knowing that talking too much can lead to mistakes, Liu Jingheng became cautious:
"Let me think about it."
The smile on Qin Du's lips disappeared.
He put Liu Jingheng on the bed and said, "Okay, no need to say more."
Liu Jingheng: "Why?"
Qin Du: "Any answer that cannot be given immediately is a lie."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Liu Jingheng:?
This person is weird.
*
The repeated drops in temperature in the north in November forced citizens to put on thick clothes.
What Liu Jingheng does every day is eat grass, exercise her lung capacity, and go to art class as usual every afternoon.
He mentioned to Qin Du that he wanted to go back to work, but Qin Du refused on the grounds that he was not fully recovered yet.
He called the zoo director to chat. The director said he was very busy. The Siberian tiger named Doubing was about to give birth. I heard that the fetus was in an abnormal position and it was very dangerous. All the staff had to stay there to take care of it.
This made Liu Jingheng very anxious.
By chance, Liu Jingheng learned from Uncle Li that Qin Du had gone to the neighboring province to participate in some activities and might not be back until tomorrow. She laughed and thought that the opportunity had come.
He even cautiously asked Uncle Li to cover for him, saying that if Qin Du asked, he would say he was asleep.
He took a Didi to the zoo and went to visit his baby Lily first. The child hadn't seen his owner for a long time, so he held his legs and refused to let go, whining and refusing to let go.
He couldn't carry Sayuri to visit Doubing. After all, this thing had a blood suppression effect, and it would be bad if Sayuri became depressed.
So Liu Jingheng dragged her right leg with great effort, walked two steps and stopped to coax it, hoping that the chubby leg pendant would go back first.
At least another staff member came and took Sayuri away, and Liu Jingheng finally saw the bean cake he had been longing for.
Although he was not responsible for the tiger, he was also very close to Doubing before leaving.
Doubing was lying on the ground with his big belly. The sudden drop in temperature caused the breeder to turn on the heater for him in advance.
"Doubing is about to give birth, and I see she's in great pain," the director said worriedly. "The vet said the babies are in an abnormal position. I don't know how many will survive this time."
Liu Jingheng: "Everyone must live."
Liu Jingheng worked from morning till afternoon without a single sip of water. Doubing had already started having contractions, her stomach twitching constantly, and she seemed to be in severe pain.
Human intervention is not allowed in tiger production, and too many people surrounding it may cause it to become stressed. Therefore, except for the keeper who raised Doubing, everyone else is arranged in the hall to observe the situation in real time through surveillance.
Liu Jingheng was the type of person who would rather lie down than sit, but at this moment, he became the most diligent of all, turning around while watching the surveillance camera, as if he was worried about everything.
Time passed minute by minute, and the pointer pointed to twelve. The tiger mother was in severe labor pain and gasped for breath.
Liu Jingheng clasped her hands together and prayed, "Little Tiger, please come out soon and don't make your mother sad."
At this time, Uncle Li called and asked Liu Jingheng why she hadn't come back yet at twelve o'clock.
He also said: "Boss Qin just called and said he doesn't plan to stay overnight there. He's already on his way back and will be home in two or three hours..."
Liu Jingheng looked up at the sky in despair.
There was no time to worry about that. Qin Du couldn't possibly beat him to death.
After hanging up the phone, Liu Jingheng returned her attention to the surveillance screen.
…
At two o'clock in the morning, all the keepers waiting here had pale faces, were extremely sleepy, but did not dare to look away.
Finally, the tiger mother's amniotic fluid came out. The big tiger licked it anxiously and broke the amniotic fluid. The little tiger slid out along the amniotic fluid.
The entire monitoring room cheered instantly.
Liu Jingheng looked at the newborn tiger cub with tears in her eyes.
It turns out that this is the unspeakable greatness of the arrival of new life.
Perhaps it was because of staying up late and being too excited, Liu Jingheng felt a swelling in her chest, and the dense contractions felt like a big hand squeezing her heart.
He took a deep breath slowly, and tremblingly took out a fast-acting medicine from his bag, broke off a pill and pressed it under his tongue, waiting for his heart rate to return to normal.
Liu Jingheng smacked her lips. "Hey, why do today's pills taste sweet? But unlike the sweetness of fruit-flavored vitamin C, this is a very industrial, nauseating sweetness."
He took the quick-acting medicine and looked at it to make sure it was vitamins.
strangeness.
Liu Jingheng blinked, her eyes suddenly lost focus, and then she fell straight to the ground.
*
Three o'clock in the morning, Qin's house.
Faced with Qin Du's pressure, Uncle Li still couldn't hold on and told the whole story of Liu Jingheng running to the zoo to take care of the tiger mother giving birth.
Qin Du said nothing, took out his cell phone and made a call. His drooping brows were frosty, making Uncle Li want to kneel down and beg for mercy.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, but it was a strange female voice:
"Hello, are you Liu Jingheng's family member? He's in trouble and has been sent to the hospital!"
…
The black car sped along the deserted street. The red light in front of the straight road came on. Qin Du pulled the steering wheel to the bottom, made a sharp turn and drove into the small road on the right. Then he immediately pulled the steering wheel and turned left, crossed the intersection, and avoided the red light for more than 70 seconds.
At this time, Liu Jingheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened her eyes.
This was followed by a frantic spinning of the head, and then a sharp pain in the brain.
He rubbed his head and looked around in confusion.
Who am I and where am I.
No joke, I really can't remember it.
It was as if all the memories in my head had been taken away, and only a large spoon kept stirring the muddy soup.
The doctor came over and examined his eyes, felt behind his ears, and asked:
"How do you feel now?"
"Who are you?" Liu Jingheng asked, suppressing the nausea in her stomach.
"I'm a doctor, and this is a hospital." The doctor sighed, "Don't you remember?"
Liu Jingheng fell into deep thought, and the doctor did not urge him, waiting for him to think slowly.
There seemed to be some images in my mind, fragmentary and incomplete, of the tiger mother, the monitoring room, and the quick-acting medicine.
Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps in the corridor, and a man in a black shirt appeared at the door of the ward.
"Liu Jingheng." Qin Du walked to his bedside. He always had a thousand words to say, but seeing his silly look, he could only swallow his words patiently.
Liu Jingheng blinked slowly at Qin Du: "Are you my uncle?"
He was sure he knew this person, but the image of him was all hazy and foggy. Thinking carefully, he could see some clues, but not much.
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