The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 431 Who is Sacred?

After sending off the jade official, Qin Feng was not in a hurry to go back.

There are not many things that must be done today.Do more and do less, the money is the same.

On the side of the road, people come and go, cars and horses are noisy.

He drove aimlessly around the street.

The wind was strong, and the sun was gradually dimming, so I got off the car and went to a nearby teahouse to kill time.

It was still early in the evening.

I ordered a pot of good tea, three or five plates of Beijing-style snacks, and a newspaper of the day in my hand.

Most people enjoy this state very much.

However, the cup of tea in front of him hadn't cooled to the right temperature for drinking, so he couldn't sit still.

That portrait in the pocket is really evil.

Obviously he deliberately didn't think about it all afternoon, but it was as if someone had cast a spell on him, and from time to time a boy's shadow popped up in his mind.

Qin Feng subconsciously took out the portrait and studied it carefully.

While drinking tea, he thought hard, who is this guy named Gu Qilan?

Since the god who has made Sergeant Liu work hard for more than half a year is still free and easy outside, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

In the afternoon at the teahouse, there were not many customers.There were several tables around, and the seats were all empty.

On the contrary, this quiet environment makes it easy to think of some details that are usually overlooked.

He smoothed the crumpled paper vigorously with both hands, and fixed his eyes on the face of the boy in the painting.

The eyes appear to be unremarkable at first glance.

After staring at it for a long time, I can vaguely see the corners of the boy's eyes and the brows are especially vivid.

People looking at the painting couldn't help being secretly surprised: the eyebrows and eyes are indeed very similar to those of Yuguan.

No wonder the experienced old fox stumbled in front of a mysterious portrait.

So, besides the opera singer Yuguan, who else would be born with such a pair of divine and agile eyes?

Qin Feng frowned.

The longer I look at it, the more familiar the faces in the painting become.

This feeling is not illusory.

He is even [-]% sure that he must have seen it in a real life situation and left a deep impression.

After sitting for a long time, in order to avoid back pain, he stood up instinctively to stretch his muscles and bones.

This is the first stretching exercise since I was discharged from the hospital.

After recuperating for a period of time, suddenly moving, it is inevitable that the injured place will be pulled.

Qin Feng felt an indescribable feeling in his abdomen gradually spreading around the wound.

The surgical wound after being shot has almost healed.Activities are fine.

Some itchiness at the scar is a normal reaction.

But, strangely, the face of a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, like a spark flashing past.

"Who was the kid who took me to the hospital that night?"

"It seems that he looks somewhat similar to the person in this portrait?"

Once this confusion arises, it never goes away.

Qin Feng closed his eyes, sat quietly, and continued to think about the events of that night.

He found a mysterious person carrying boxes on a street corner.

He Shi'an and a friend of hers were sent away, and they took their men to check again, but they encountered an ambush on the way.

Except for him who survived, everyone else died.

That night was very hopeless.The bullet didn't have eyes, and it hit his stomach, and the blood was like rain in June, but it couldn't stop.

In a trance, a young boy came over and took him to the hospital on his own initiative.

Through the night, the details of the boy's appearance can no longer be remembered clearly.

The man's voice was somewhat familiar.He was sure he had heard the other person speak before.

"However, I haven't seen many people since I returned to China. There are not many men under the age of 20."

After eliminating one by one, there are only two scenarios for him to be worthy of the title in the end:
"The boy next to He Shi'an who can shoot, why does he always feel that something is wrong with him?"

"She tried everything to cover him that night. Could it be that she had something hidden?"

"The person who took me to the hospital, could it be-"

Qin Feng recalled this incident, and couldn't help but think of the nurse who had a crush on Dr. Zhang when he was hospitalized.

"Xiaomei, Dr. Zhang is having a hard time now, is she okay?"

The wound has healed, but it doesn't mean that they will never meet again.

Just in time to go to the hospital.

Tang Yuexian's car accident was strange, and she might be able to find some valuable clues.

However, Xiaomei's killing of Lao Gao was temporarily helping him to conceal the matter from Sergeant Liu.

He was worried that Zhang Wenxuan had been hit hard by the loss of his fiancée, and Xiaomei couldn't bear to see him sad, so she would definitely take action to vent his anger on his behalf.

Although Zhang Wenxuan was devastated, his reason was still there.He need not worry too much.

After thinking about it, Qin Feng decided to go and see Xiaomei in person.

What if this silly girl can't think about it for a while and does something more outrageous than killing Captain Gao?
Killing another person, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to suppress it alone.

As usual, the hospital is approaching dusk, and there are many fewer outpatients.

Outside the door of the emergency room, Xiaomei's figure looked so beautiful under the light.

Although it was not the first time to deal with her, Qin Feng still stood by the door and watched quietly for a long time.

The nurse's cap on her head was properly worn, and the white nurse's uniform was spotless.

Long black hair was braided into delicate braids, with a small velvet flower in it.

Xiaomei didn't notice that there was a man peeping nearby.

She bent down to change the dressings of the wounded who were whimpering in pain, and then was busy giving needles to the unconscious patients.

Busy to and fro, her footsteps were obviously a little tired, and she just refused to stop in anger.

Suddenly the soles of her feet slipped, and she staggered and almost fell, but she didn't want someone behind her to help her in time.

"It's you? What are you doing here? Haven't you been discharged from the hospital?"

She looked at Qin Feng in confusion, there was no surprise in her eyes, only boredom.

"I'm here to find Dr. Zhang."

This reason is perfect, right?
"He left early. If you don't see a doctor, go back quickly. I still have a lot of patients."

gone?

Qin Feng refused to believe it.How could a famous doctor give up his career easily because of emotional frustration?
"Where did he go?"

"I don't know. I still have something to do, don't ask any more."

She issued an eviction order.But he didn't want to go at all.

"Dong Xiaomei, don't you really dislike me?"

"I treat everyone who sees a doctor equally."

"Every time I see you, I don't look good," Qin Feng pointed to a wounded soldier she had just received an injection in dissatisfaction:
"This person makes all kinds of troubles before the injection. He is afraid of pain and death. You are still smiling to comfort him."

Xiaomei was a little embarrassed to hear that.He dared to come here a while earlier, hiding in the dark and peeping, and he could see the key very clearly.

"What are you going to do? If you don't leave, I'll call someone—"

Her face turned red all of a sudden, she didn't know if she was angry or anxious.

Qin Feng suddenly remembered that the person who sent him to the hospital had really talked to Xiaomei, as if they were still acquainted with each other.

The night he was sent to the emergency room, Xiaomei was also so busy, but she received the boy very kindly.

Oh, yes, what did she call him—
"Xiao Lan?!"

(End of this chapter)