Jiang Li went straight to Fu Wensheng's desk, picked up a blank piece of paper and wrote down several names of medicines, then looked up and handed the paper to Fu Wensheng who was sitting across the table.

"You are my patient. It is my job to treat you and prescribe medicine for you. I hope that Marshal Fu, as a patient, can also follow the doctor's advice."

Fu Wensheng supported himself on the table with one hand, and with the other hand he held the paper that Jiang Li handed over as if it were a cigarette butt.

He curled the right corner of his mouth and moved closer to Jiang Li: "Doctor Jiang, do you want to develop a relationship with me other than just being a patient?"

The distance that was originally a table was suddenly shortened by Fu Wensheng, and now there was only half an arm's length between them.

Fu Wensheng deliberately hooked Jiang Li's finger when he took the prescription. He was clearly wearing a military uniform that symbolized justice, but his eyes were deep and his expression was evil, which made him look like a complete villain.

The strong hormones swept over Jiang Li again, and the bloody scene just now flooded into her mind again.

A hint of unnaturalness flashed across Jiang Li's face very quickly, and she uttered two words under Fu Wensheng's half-teasing, half-serious gaze.

"rogue."

After saying that, she pulled out the finger that Fu Wensheng was hooking and walked out the door.

Fu Wensheng raised his eyebrows, and he wasn't angry no matter what Jiang Li said.

He has a unique taste and loves to watch the appearance of ginger pears when their fur stands up.

"Doctor Jiang, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Now that you're here, if you don't have a cup of tea, people will think I'm neglecting Doctor Jiang."

Jiang Litou didn't even turn around and walked out of the office directly.

"I'll take Dr. Jiang back!"

Zhou Qingshi, who had just gone to the hospital to pick up Jiang Li, was now more perceptive. The moment he saw Jiang Li coming out of the office, he quickly followed her.

By the time Fu Wensheng caught up, Jiang Li had already walked some distance away from Zhou Qingshi.

Fu Wensheng stood at the door and stared at Jiang Li's back, with no concealment of aggression in his eyes.

Zhang Tiedan turned his head to look at Jiang Li, then turned back to look at Fu Wensheng. When he saw the smile on Fu Wensheng's lips, he also started to giggle.

Fu Wensheng looked at Zhang Tiedan with disdain: "What are you laughing at?"

"Marshal, is there going to be a happy event in our military district soon?"

Zhang Tiedan looked at Fu Wensheng expectantly, trying to get some information out of him.

After all, how can gossip be as exciting as what the real person says?

Fu Wensheng is not as stupid as Zhou Qingshi. He immediately understood the meaning of Zhang Tiedan's words.

Fu Wensheng glanced at Zhang Tiedan, then turned to look at Jiang Li who had already walked away.

Zhang Tiedan curled his lips and looked in the direction he was looking. When he saw Jiang Li had turned into small dots, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Don't look, Marshal. They've gone far away!"

"Tiedan, you've been talking a bit too much today."

Fu Wensheng retracted his gaze after Jiang Li turned the corner, put the prescription in his hand on Zhang Tiedan's chest, and turned back to the office.

Zhang Tiedan, who failed to get the words out of him, looked down at the prescription in his hand, and then followed him in: "Marshal, just..."

Fu Wensheng returned to his seat and raised his eyelids to look at him: "Is it because the work I assigned to you recently is not enough? Add some more?"

Zhang Tiedan, who was about to step forward, retracted his foot in disappointment and looked at Fu Wensheng with a flattering face.

"You have misunderstood, Marshal. I will go get you some medicine right now!"

After saying that, he retreated dejectedly.

Fu Wensheng snorted and picked up the document that had not been processed yet.

But my mind couldn't concentrate.

The dense handwriting on the document was all messed up, and finally Jiang Li's face was outlined.

Fu Wensheng raised the corner of his mouth and gently touched Jiang Li's face.

It was true that he had a stomachache just now, but he could bear the pain. He pretended to be in a serious condition just because he wanted to see Jiang Li.

He never thought that he would be so obsessed with someone he had only met once.

After seeing Jiang Li just now, he now felt relaxed all over. Although he had not taken the medicine prescribed by Jiang Li, Fu Wensheng's stomach no longer hurt.

He was poisoned by her, but she was also his medicine.

——

Fu Wensheng spent the night in the lounge, and the next day Dongfang Weiliang sat at his desk and read the newspaper.

By the time he finished reading the newspaper in his hand, the sky outside had become completely bright.

"Someone, drive to the hospital."