Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

  Chapter 85 Things I've Been Doing

  Mu Qingcheng took a shower, almost the whole process of cold water.

   This allows the body to gradually reveal a sense of sobriety.

   She pulled out a set of white sportswear, blew her hair randomly, and then quickly went downstairs.

   in restaurant

   Mr. Mu was already sitting down, and when he saw Mu Qingcheng coming, he beckoned her to sit beside him.

   However, the coldness on her body made the old man frown instantly, raised his hand, and felt the coldness on the back of his granddaughter's hand.

   "Qingcheng, are you sick?"

"no."

   Mu Qingcheng shook his head, letting the old man come to check the temperature of her forehead.

  Simply, a piece of ice cold.

   The old man's worried expression gradually let go, but he still asked worriedly,

   "Drink some **** tea for a while, girls don't catch cold, it's not good for your health."

"Okay, I know."

   Mu Qingcheng nodded obediently, and quietly began to eat.

   this side

Hospital

   Mu Qing chatted casually with the girl named Xia Wan.

   Although the other party was a little colder than him, he didn’t feel any slights.

  Xia Wan's attitude is cold but natural, it can be seen that her nature is like this.

   It is rare to be able to say such a few words to him.

   So, after the two said goodbye, Mu Qing continued to go outside to breathe.

   And Xia Wan spun her heels and went directly to the office building behind.

   At that time, at the door of the dean's office.

   For Xia Wan's appearance, the secretary at the door was not surprised.

   It's just that the expression was inevitably contemptuous, looking at the "proud" little girl, she opened her mouth, full of disdain,

   "Wait, the dean is on business."

".Um."

  Xia Wan nodded, turned and sat aside.

   After a full twenty minutes, the secretary reluctantly knocked on the table and said,

   "Hey, you, come in."

  Xia Wan was still neither angry nor annoyed, got up without any expression, and entered the room.

   turned a blind eye to the blank eyes of the secretary behind him.

   Now, inside the house

   The man with a lazy and disdainful posture placed his legs on the table, but he still did not restrain himself when he saw Xia Wan.

   With a contemptuous and arrogant attitude, he pointed to the information on the side coffee table and urged,

   "It's all there, hurry up, I have something to do later."

  Xia Wan didn't answer, didn't even give each other a look, and went straight to the coffee table and sat down.

   In front of him is a table full of patient information.

   Most of them are incurable diseases, complicated and dangerous.

   And this is what Xia Wan has to do every two weeks, to clean up the mess for her half-brother, in exchange for her own living expenses.

   In other words, almost all of the critically ill patients treated in this hospital came from Xia Wan.

   At this moment, Xia Wan quickly wrote down the diagnosis and treatment plan while flipping through the case files.

   But when he turned to the bottom, he accidentally saw a familiar case.

   On the name column of the case, it was written: Mu Qing.

  Xia Wan's eyes flashed, she raised her hand, and pulled out the document.

   Such unusual behavior caught the attention of her "brother".

   Before he could speak, he heard this girl, who has always been taciturn, take the initiative to say,

   "Xu Maoyan, why did this case take so long?"

   "Tsk,"

   The man who was called by his name looked unhappy. He was about to answer when he suddenly heard his cell phone ring.

   And after answering the call for only two or three seconds, the man's expression suddenly changed, and he said clearly and cautiously,

   "You wait."

   After he finished speaking, he walked over, grabbed Xia Wan's arm, and rudely pulled the person off the sofa,

   "You go first, come back in two days."

  Xia Wan, Mu Qing's case, was directly pushed out of the office by Xu Maoyan before she finished reading it.

   Even before she could gain a firm foothold, she hurriedly closed the door.

With the sound of   -, that impatient look made Xia Wan smell a touch of deja vu.

   The taste called "conspiracy".

   You read that right, a new CP has appeared~~~

   (end of this chapter)