Master 11
How could there be a collar in He Mian's office drawer, especially since that cabinet was filled with important office supplies? She lowered her head to zip up her bag and suddenly remembered that He Mian had mentioned before that he had raised a cat for a friend.
She said "oh" as if she suddenly realized something, and guessed that this was probably his cat's collar.
But he was really curious why the kitten's collar was brought into the office.
Song Jing didn't worry about the collar. She went to the bathroom to wash her face to get rid of her morning sleepiness, and went straight back to her desk.
Qianjin was waiting for her at her desk, holding a new fish toy in its mouth. It looked a little bored, but when it smelled Song Jing's scent, it immediately looked up at her eagerly.
It spit out the fish toy and meowed at Song Jing a few times. She squatted down and touched the cat's head. "I can't play with you. I'm not in the office today. I have to go to the lab."
Qianjin looked at her and called out a few more times in sorrow as if she understood what she said, then picked up the fish and ran to Jiang Qixin.
Song Jing smiled helplessly and looked at her daughter who was walking in a cat-like manner with her hairy legs twisted. She put her bag away, tied up her long hair, and left the office.
She had been working overtime in the afternoons for the past two days, and He Mian was sick again, so they both reluctantly ordered takeout for dinner. When Song Jing returned home in the evening, He Mian had already brought the takeout.
One was sick and looked sick, the other was exhausted after a day's work. The two of them buried their heads in their food like two eating robots.
It was not until after dinner that He Mian stood up to clean the table and almost fell because of a loss of strength. He reflexively held onto the solid wood chair next to the table. When the chair rubbed against the ground and made an unpleasant sound, Song Jing came out of his trance.
"Are you okay?" Even though He Mian had already stood firmly, Song Jing still subconsciously asked, "Let me clean up."
She took the rag from He Mian's hand and ran her fingertips across the back of his hand. The skin on her fingertips felt like it was burned. Song Jing raised her head and looked at He Mian with a dazed look in her eyes, only to realize that something was wrong with him.
"He Mian, are you feeling unwell?" She leaned forward and walked in front of him, and without thinking too much, she put the back of her hand on his forehead.
The strands of hair on his forehead scraped against her little finger. He Mian's forehead was much hotter than the back of his hand. "Why is your fever still there? And it seems to be getting worse."
He Mian looked down at Song Jing, whose face was wrinkled with worry, and forced a smile, "I'm taking my medicine well."
Song Jing threw the rag in her other hand onto the table and said, "Let's go to the hospital. A shot will cure this temperature."
After she finished speaking, she grabbed He Mian's arm and pulled him out the door without waiting for He Mian to respond.
He Mian followed closely behind her, lowering his head and quietly looking at her hand holding his. The hand that had touched him many times before was now holding his arm tightly.
He Mian laughed softly where Song Jing couldn't see.
Fortunately, cars nowadays are fully autonomous, so you don't have to waste energy driving. Song Jing and He Mian sat quietly in the back seat of her car.
He Mian wanted to bring up some topics to chat with Song Jing, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Song Jing dozing off while leaning on the car with one hand.
He quietly studied the expression on her face through the rearview mirror of the car. Her eyes were half open, and she looked a little cute. Perhaps because she was afraid of delaying the process of seeing a doctor, Song Jing had never planned to really take a nap in the car.
"If you're sleepy, take a nap first." He Mian said softly, "I'll wake you up when we get to the hospital."
Song Jing vaguely heard his words, "Hmm..."
She responded and finally felt relieved and fell asleep. However, their home was neither too close nor too far from the hospital, so Song Jing didn't sleep very deeply. Before she reached the hospital parking lot to wait for He Mian to wake her up, she woke up on her own.
Song Jing stretched, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and glanced at the navigation. It would take less than two minutes to get to the hospital. She gathered her things and tugged at her clothes, preparing to go register with He Mian.
The two walked side by side, not too far from each other. Song Jing thought that although He Mian seemed to be in so much pain that he could not stand steadily, it would not be a good idea for her to reach out and support him. However, standing beside him and keeping an eye on him would be a good precaution.
Soon the attending doctor called He Mian's number. Song Jing originally wanted to wait for He Mian outside the clinic door, but after he stood up, he immediately turned around and looked at her, pursing his lips and smiling at her.
Song Jing pointed at the door of the attending doctor's office with some bewilderment, "Shall I go with you?"
He nodded with a frown.
Song Jing and He Mian entered the clinic one after another.
Although the attending doctor was wearing a mask and glasses, he looked quite young. Song Jing stood in the corner and listened to the conversation between He Mian and the doctor.
She had just taken a short nap in the car and was still feeling sleepy. She leaned against the wall, yawned, and sat in a daze, not even hearing the conversation between the doctor and He Mian behind her.
"I've prescribed some medicine and I need an IV drip." He Mian said as he and Song Jing walked towards the cashier's counter, holding the prescription that Yu Wenjing had just printed.
The procedures in the hospital are very fast now. Even though it is the peak season for colds and fevers recently, He Mian still received the medicine and the solution for the IV drip very quickly.
With a needle in his left hand, He Mian sat quietly on the bed in the ward. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at Song Jing and quietly opened the phone to take a look.
Yu Wenjing: [My initial assessment is that she's fine and appears to be in good health. You shouldn't be able to affect her. She just looks a little sleepy.]
He Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Jing helped him hang up the IV drip and glanced at him and his phone. "Is it about work?"
Song Jing hated it most when the company interrupted her after work hours, claiming work was the only thing she needed. However, given the nature of her job, if she didn't work overtime, no one would bother her during her downtime. But He Mian was different; management's work schedules were often chaotic.
Perhaps because he was afraid that someone would not be able to find him like last time, He Mian had not muted his phone recently. From the time he started cooking in the kitchen until the two of them were about to finish dinner, his phone kept ringing.
The private message notification tone kept vibrating, and during this time, three work-related calls came in.
So Song Jing's first reaction now was that He Mian was looking at something related to work.
He Mian was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and responded softly.
He lied to her again...Once she knew his true identity, he would definitely not be forced to use these words to fool her.
"You're still busy working even though you're on IV drip. If possible, take a break." Song Jing said seriously, then muttered to herself, "Is our company really that busy lately?"
After hearing her words, He Mian put away his phone and said, "Okay, I will have a good rest." He raised his head and stared at Song Jing.
Song Jing didn't quite understand the expression on his face. In fact, when she first met He Mian in the company, Song Jing always felt that He Mian looked difficult to get along with. When he didn't make any expression, he looked a bit like he had a cold face.
But after spending the past two weeks together, I found that He Mian is actually very easy to talk to and has a gentle temper.
But for the first time, Song Jing felt that He Mian's expression now looked very obedient.
It's a bit like kittens and puppies asking for rewards.
Song Jing blinked to get rid of the horrible thought in her mind. Embarrassed by her own train of thought, she silently turned around and walked to the water heater to pour herself a glass of warm water.
He Mian still stared at Song Jing, "I'm so sorry to bother you and accompany me to the hospital."
Maybe because he was sick, his voice was not very loud, and even his tone sounded a little softer than usual.
Song Jing wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth. She smiled and said sincerely, "Oh, it's okay."
He Mian used to cook dinner for her at home every day, so it was not too much trouble for her to take some time out to accompany the patient to see the doctor.
Using the human definition of relationships between people, they can be considered friends at best.
The doctor didn't prescribe much medicine for He Mian, and the drip was ended after more than half an hour. The medicine directly entered the blood circulation, which was much faster than waiting for the digestive system to absorb it. When he returned home, He Mian's temperature had dropped a lot and his complexion looked much better.
Song Jing, who believed in medicine very much, did not know at this time that all this was simply because she had always been by He Mian's side.
After another day or two, He Mian seemed to be completely recovered and he began to insist on cooking his own dinner again.
"Do you like the food tonight?" He Mian looked at her and asked. His eyes became bright again after he recovered from his illness.
Song Jing held the chopsticks and gave a thumbs up, "Delicious." She couldn't help but sigh that the meals at home were indeed different from takeout. It made sense that He Mian was picky about food, after all, the food he cooked was indeed delicious.
Halfway through the meal, He Mian's cell phone rang again. Usually, he didn't avoid Song Jing when answering the phone.
However, the words he used when answering the phone were usually "um", "OK", "I see", "I'll send it to you later" and so on. Even though they worked in the same department, Song Jing couldn't understand what work content He Mian was talking about on the phone.
Song Jing knew that He Mian was busy but she didn't expect him to be so busy. Not long after dinner, he suddenly left the house.
She tilted her head and heard the sound of the door opposite closing and footsteps. At first she didn't think too much about it, but until the sky became completely dark in the evening, He Mian seemed not to have returned home yet.
Song Jing stood on the large balcony, gazing towards He Mian's small one. His room was darker than the night sky, not a single ray of light filtering through. However, she wasn't one to pry into other people's private lives. She simply raised an eyebrow in confusion, gathered her clothes, and returned to her room to prepare for a shower.
She changed into her newly bought nightgown and walked out of the steaming bathroom feeling refreshed. When she was about to go to bed, Song Jing suddenly remembered that the trash can at home was full but she hadn't emptied it yet.
There was a banana peel from this morning in the trash can. Afraid that it would smell bad if left at home overnight, Song Jing reluctantly tied up the trash bag, changed into a pair of low-heeled shoes specially worn for taking out the trash, and went downstairs to throw away the trash.
Summer nights are not as hot as days. Today, there happened to be a north wind, and it even felt a little cool.
Song Jing ran to the big trash can downstairs with the garbage bag and threw it in.
She clapped her hands and walked back to the elevator on the first floor from the back door of the building. Coincidentally, a man dressed in black also walked in from the front door of the building. Song Jing looked up and recognized that the man in black was He Mian.
"Well, why did you come down in your pajamas?" He Mian spoke before Song Jing asked her.
She pointed in the direction of the large trash can at the back door, "Go take out the trash."
She rolled her eyes and remembered that He Mian was wearing a light-colored shirt during the day. Looking at him now dressed in black, she couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.
Feeling some unusual smell in the air, Song Jing subconsciously sniffed and she clearly smelled the smell of blood in the air.
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