She wiped her tears with her hands and straightened her hair a little. She lowered the window, ignored the cold air coming in from outside, and asked coldly:

"what else can I do for you?"

Zhang Wei bent down to discuss with her:

"binger, my car is broken and can't be started. Can you..."

Before he finished, sang Bing said in a cold voice:

"get in the car."

The man was surprised for a moment, but soon went around the front of the car to the co driver's side, opened the door and sat in.

"I knew you didn't have the heart to let me freeze outside," he said as he built a seat belt

Sang Bing started the engine directly and replied in a bad voice:

"no, I just don't want to get entangled with you, and I won't say hello when I meet you on the road in the future."

Zhang Wei didn't mind the tone of her voice at all. On the contrary, she felt very happy. She adjusted her sitting posture before opening her mouth:

"you still have to keep your spirit, otherwise you will sleep..."

"You don't have to worry about my business. I won't go to your clinic."

"Don't, binger. You can't stop treating a disease just because something happens. I'll tell you that your disease can be large or small, and if it's serious, it may develop into depression. It's definitely not alarmist."

Sang Bing scornfully opened his face, glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"what's the relationship between my depression and you? People who have nothing to do with my illness."

As if suddenly hit by a blow, Zhang Wei leaned back on the back of his seat, his voice was not loud:

"don't get angry with your body. Can you tell me what you want me to do? I can do what you want me to do. Bing Er, you are all yourself for so long, aren't you tired?"

Holding the steering wheel of the hand instantly added strength, sang Bing tightly pursed his lips and did not say a word.

Seeing that she seemed to be moved, Zhang Wei struck while the iron was hot and said:

"bing'er, it's not easy for us to meet. God knows how lucky I am to know you and become the private doctor you have chosen among thousands of doctors. I try my best to understand your illness and know your helplessness. I always want to help you with all my heart. I hope you can trust me, Bing Don't push me away. Even if we don't like it, we can at least restore the stranger... "

With no expression on his face, sang Bing asked faintly:

"what would you do if the old man asked you to kill me in the future?"

One sentence scared Zhang Wei to look at her, then shook his head and retorted:

"no, no, no, I know the old man, he won't do this, he appreciates you very much!"

Sang Bing sneered and calmly turned around the corner before answering:

"I'm just making an analogy. Are you so nervous?"

"Don't make such a joke, binger. I don't want to lose you. Even if the master orders, we can escape. I can't kill you."

"What if you were to kill someone else?"

Sang Bing's tone was plain, and she was not impatient.

Zhang Wei shook his head in distress, as if immersed in pain. He took off his glasses, covered his face and said:

"don't ask me this kind of question, OK? I don't know. I don't want to kill people. The old man won't let me kill people. You're too nervous, binger. You should relax..."

Sang Bing glanced at him, looked at his embarrassed expression and said with a funny smile:

"now it's you who are nervous. Tell me, what are you nervous about? Has the old man given you such a task? "

"No, absolutely not!"

Zhang Wei shook his head and denied it without thinking.

Looking at Zhang Wei in the front passenger's seat, sang Bing gives a meaningful smile and reminds him in a low voice:

"you're wearing too much today, and you're sweating."

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