Chapter 111

"No, but Zhang Ting's state at that time was tense and inexperienced. It's reasonable to judge his death only on the basis that the other party's body was covered with blood, and he would not be charged with making a false confession." Zhong Wenjing sighed, "but in any case, this is worse for Zhang Ting."

Yang Yi thought for a long time and said, "I think it may be helpful to change the angle of view."

After staying in Zhong Wenjing's office for more than an hour, Yang Yi returned to his office. There were four or five missed calls in his mobile phone. Two of them are Wang Jiaze.

I was about to call him back, but I saw his message.

First time, I'm sorry I can't make an appointment to Los Angeles

Yang Yi looked at the message, stunned. She is not depressed that he can't accompany her home at night. She doesn't worry about not seeing her parents. What she cares about is what happened and he is in such a hurry to go to Los Angeles? International flights should be advanced a lot. Even if he flies a private plane, he has to have time to apply for passage.

She tried to make a call to him. The phone was turned off.

She breathed. Let's wait until he gets to Los Angeles. Anyway, he's safe and everything is fine.

Zhong Wenjing held on for several days, and finally got a high fever. When she got off work, she took a taxi to the First Affiliated Hospital, embracing her hot and cold self. She thought it was time to find a man, who could rely on her and live together.

When she got out of the car, she could not help feeling bleak when she saw the dark sky and the dark street lamps.

It's illness that makes me so sentimental. Ah, she wants a man, a man who can hug her and take care of her when she is sick.

Entering the emergency room of the First Affiliated Hospital, she took a number and began to wait a long time.

When it was finally her turn to see the doctor, she was no longer well. Hard bite teeth into the clinic, see the doctor is a water when the little girl, suddenly there is no sense of security. Sure enough, emergency is not reliable. Such a young girl, looking at the doctor's license, is still an intern.

Is she OK?

Preparing to speak, a calm voice behind him rang out: "grace, I'll come."

Zhong Wenjing looked back and saw a middle-aged male doctor. This time, she was more at ease. The doctor gave her the most basic examination, and then asked her to take blood for blood routine examination, and then decide whether to give injection or infusion.

Zhong Wenjing went to the blood drawing room and chanted: "now the doctor will see a doctor, always call people to draw blood."

What to do? Do you want to draw blood? She's afraid of drawing blood. Why don't you just run away? Go to the clinic. The clinic can give an injection without drawing blood.

In the hesitation, a clear female voice said: "come here. Come here. "

Zhong Wenjing looked around and found that a woman doctor in the blood drawing room was calling her. She is a beautiful woman doctor. She seems familiar with her eyes, but Zhong Wenjing can't remember where she met her. She walked to the woman doctor in a daze.

"Are you sister Wenjing?" Asked the woman doctor.

Zhong Wenjing nodded.

"What's wrong? Come on, give me the card. "

Zhong Wenjing gave her the card mechanically. "Are you?"

She laughed and said, "I'm Yang Yi's sister. Yang Siyuan. "

Zhong Wenjing suddenly realized, "it's you. No wonder you look so familiar. I seem to hear that you are still in school. Why did you graduate so soon

"I'm interning now." Yang Siyuan said with a smile, "come on, I'll draw blood for you and stretch out my hand."

Zhong Wenjing stretched out his hand and quickly retracted back. "Are you afraid?" Yang Siyuan asked with a smile

"I'm very afraid of drawing blood." Zhong Wenjing clenched his fist nervously, "or don't you draw blood. Can you prescribe some medicine for me?"

"I can't write a prescription. It's going to be a disaster for our professor to know." Yang Siyuan said, "my blood drawing technique is good. It doesn't hurt. Come on."

Zhong Wenjing bit his teeth and put it together. What's more, Yang Siyuan stabbed herself in and couldn't find the blood vessel. Yang Siyuan was a little embarrassed: "sister, your blood vessels are very thin."

Zhong Wenjing called out: "this is the reason why I am afraid of drawing blood. I always get blood after being pricked for seven or eight times. It's very painful."

Yang Siyuan was under a lot of pressure. When she said this, she immediately relaxed and groped for her blood vessels, but her blood vessels had been sliding and she couldn't find them. When she was in a hurry, the person she was always looking forward to seeing appeared. She quickly called: "Professor, please come here to guide."

There are three black lines on Zhong Wenjing's forehead. As expected, she is another experimental object.

The man who came back here is Jiang Wen. This makes Zhong Wenjing in a better mood. Jiang Wen was wearing a white coat and a mask, showing only a half year high nose and a pair of single eyelid eyes.

Zhong Wenjing greets him. He nods and puts on rubber gloves. While preparing to draw blood for Zhong Wenjing, he explains with Yang Siyuan. Zhong Wenjing looked at his clean white long finger holding the needle, pressed a few times on the back of her hand and pricked the needle in. Soon, blood flowed out along the hose.As expected, the professor is a professor, and his skill is extraordinary. Zhong Wenjing doesn't know if it's because of nervousness or confusion. The whole person lies on the ground.

After a brief vertigo, she opened her eyes and saw Jiang Wenzheng listening to her heart rate with a stethoscope. Her heart beat sharply. Jiang Wen looked at her strangely, her eyes burning at him. Oh, she's really attracted to this man.

Although he is not the traditional handsome guy with long eyebrows, he is very tasty. The more he looks, the better he looks.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Zhong Wenjing pointed to his throat: "it's very painful. It's probably suppurative."

Jiang Wen takes out the duck tongue plate and flashlight from his pocket and makes her open her mouth. Zhong Wenjing does it obediently, with a pair of eyes staring at others. Jiang Wen helped her see the end of the treatment, said: "throat inflammation is OK, wait for blood routine to see if white blood cells are too high, if not too high, prescribe some medicine to take."

"Thank you so much."

Although Yang Siyuan is smiling, her eyes are strange. Zhong Wenjing is a human spirit in the shopping mall. How can she not know the little mind of a girl. It's just that Professor Jiang treated her as a teacher.

"Jiangwen," cried Zhong Wenjing when he saw Jiang Wen ready to go, "can you prescribe some medicine for me later?"

"Wait for the blood routine report to come out and see the situation before prescribing the medicine," Jiang said

Zhong Wenjing nodded and watched his figure gradually leave. It's strange that Mingming Jiangwen is not high and not so handsome. She hasn't seen him several times, but somehow she feels a little excited.