The two people were sitting and standing.
Song Qingyou looked down at him, her chest heaving with anger, "Why are you always so impulsive?"
Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips, remained silent for a long while, and then gave a bitter laugh: "So you hate me?"
Seeing his disappointed and sad expression, Song Qingyou felt a little sorry for him. Finally, she raised her hand and touched his cheek: "I don't hate you, but you promised me you would listen to me, and you didn't keep your promise. In addition, you have learned to lie to me, so you need to be punished."
Fu Wenzhou hurriedly said, "I can accept any punishment, as long as you don't get angry with me."
Song Qingyou slowly lowered her palm and pinched the man's chin, her voice cold: "Aren't you a Buddhist? Starting tomorrow, you will hand-copy Buddhist scriptures for me until your leg injury heals."
Fu Wenzhou's eyelids twitched violently as he tried to defend himself: "My leg injury won't heal for another two months, I..."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Song Qingyou said calmly, "I haven't finished speaking yet."
Fu Wenzhou thought there was room for maneuver and gave him a fawning look.
Let whoever wants to copy Buddhist scriptures do it! He certainly doesn't want to.
To everyone's surprise, Song Qingyou immediately said, "Copying Buddhist scriptures is to help you calm your mind. As for your lying—starting tonight, you'll be sleeping in the guest room for a month... or maybe a week."
Fu Wenzhou felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, as if the sky had fallen. He cried out in agitation, "No way! I won't sleep in a separate room from you! I'll copy Buddhist scriptures, I'll copy them for a year, or even a lifetime, as long as I don't sleep in a separate room from you! Impossible!"
If I can't be affectionate with Youyou for a week, what's the difference between that and killing him?
Let alone seven days, he couldn't even stand one day!
Fu Wenzhou stood up anxiously, trying to negotiate with Song Qingyou: "Youyou, I was really wrong. I just didn't want to make you angry. I didn't lie to you on purpose. I'll tell you everything from now on. Can you punish me in a different way? Anything is fine, just don't sleep in separate rooms. I can't sleep in separate rooms from you."
Song Qingyou left without even glancing at Fu Wenzhou, saying "There's no room for discussion."
Fu Wenzhou had shot himself in the foot this time. He had nowhere to vent his resentment. The thought of having to sleep in the guest room for a week made Fu Wenzhou's brows furrow tightly, and he kicked the innocent stool next to him.
Remembering that the stool was the color Song Qingyou liked, she hurriedly bent down, picked it up again, and wiped it clean.
That night, Fu Wenzhou slept in the guest room, getting up dozens of times throughout the night, and sat on the floor in front of Song Qingyou's door.
I never dare to sit for too long, for fear of being discovered.
Fortunately, spring has arrived and the weather is getting warmer, so Song Qingyou is not as afraid of the cold anymore.
Fu Wenzhou comforted himself and, in the latter half of the night, simply took a blanket and fell asleep at Song Qingyou's door.
His biological clock is very early. He woke up again less than three hours after falling asleep. His right leg was injured and he couldn't exert much strength. Fu Wenzhou slowly stood up, leaning against the wall, casually dusted off the dust on the corner of his clothes, and went downstairs to make breakfast for Song Qingyou.
When Song Qingyou woke up, Fu Wenzhou had just finished preparing breakfast.
Song Qingyou rubbed her sleepy eyes, still holding two Buddhist scriptures in her hands, and said, "I'll copy these tonight."
Fu Wenzhou had no objection, took it and put it aside, then picked up Song Qingyou with one hand and placed her on the chair, "Copy more, copy two copies, can I sleep with you tonight?"
Song Qingyou looked up at him and decisively refused: "No."
Fu Wenzhou pursed his thin lips, and seeing that there was no room for discussion, he peeled an egg for Song Qingyou without saying a word, venting his displeasure on the eggshell.
Song Qingyou said, "Your leg isn't healed yet, so leave a lot of things to the maids."
Fu Wenzhou: "No."
Hearing him use her words against her, Song Qingyou couldn't help but laugh and say, "You're just being childish."
Fu Wenzhou slammed the egg into Song Qingyou's bowl and said righteously, "I'm not a child. I'm 22. We can get our marriage certificate in four months. Song Qingyou, stop talking about me like a child all the time."
Song Qingyou nodded gently: "Okay, I won't say anymore, Fu Shisui."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
Song Qingyou patted his head: "Dingsheng's newly developed medicine is about to enter the trial phase. I might be quite busy during this time and will be home a little late."
Fu Wenzhou frowned upon hearing this: "Isn't Dingsheng managed by Yan Shaoqin?"
Song Qingyou: "He is in charge, but I am the direct supervisor of the R&D department, so I definitely have to pay attention. This is the first time in China that a special drug for treating neuroblastoma in children has been independently developed. If successful, many ordinary families in China who cannot afford the drug will be able to afford the cost of the drug, and those children will have a better chance of survival."
Imported drugs are not covered by medical insurance these days, and their prices are simply too high for some ordinary families. Countless families have gone bankrupt trying to treat a child.
That's why Song Qingyou insisted on setting up a drug research and development department at Dingsheng.
She studied medicine; she was a doctor.
Saving lives and healing the wounded is a skill and a responsibility bestowed upon this profession by God.
Although she once chose to give up for revenge, her original intention has never changed.
Fu Wenzhou scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed it to her, then said in a deep voice, "You plan to include the medicine in the medical insurance?"
“Hmm.” Song Qingyou did have this in mind: “However, this requires approval from the drug administration department, and we will have to negotiate. We are still far from that point. We need to develop the drug first.”
Fu Wenzhou pondered for a moment, "What about the costs? Your R&D department is currently the department that spends the most money at Dingsheng, right? So far, it has yielded nothing. If this drug is really developed, and you include it in the medical insurance and cooperate with the country, it means that the profits will be reduced by at least 90%. Will Yan Shaoqin agree to that?"
Song Qingyou choked for a moment, which was uncommon.
Her R&D department doesn't just spend money, it's practically burning money.
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