She is the Third Kind of Stunning

Lu Yinxi instinctively leaned back.

Jian Qing stood up straight, tapped the table twice with her fingertips, and the table made a crisp "duk-duk" sound.

She looked at Lu Yinxi, slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and gave a rare smile.

Not a self-satisfied mockery, but a calm smile of a young scholar with a well-thought-out plan.

It's like a child making a childish provocative behavior, but an adult is unconditionally tolerant.

Lu Yinxi suddenly blushed.

She really felt that this person's personal morals were a bit corrupt, and she even wanted to check the papers to see if there was any academic misconduct.

Being laughed at like this, it seems that she is treating the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Jian Qing lowered her head and rolled up the cuffs of her white coat: "I'll go to the consultation, you check it slowly, and when you come back, you will print a copy of the test paper for you to do."

Shame and embarrassment were instantly covered by the fear of the exam, Lu Yinxi grabbed Jian Qing's wrist: "You didn't say you were going to take the exam just now..."

She suspected that the man was out for revenge.

Jian Qing responded slowly: "It's not too late to say now." After a second pause, he pushed away Lu Yinxi's paw, and said coldly, "In the hospital, don't touch me without washing your hands."

Lu Yinxi resentfully withdrew his hand and put away his phone, not daring to check Jian Qing's papers again.

She could see that this man was avenging himself.

Deadly cleanliness, be careful.

After the consultation, Jian Qing did not return to the department, turned around and left the tumor building, took off her white coat, and walked into a beverage shop at the south entrance of the hospital.

It was the last month of the semester, and almost all the students in the store were medical students. There were thick blue books and white papers in front of them.

It reminded Jian Qing of Lu Yinxi who was aggrieved and memorized the documents in the office.

The young female clerk greeted with a smile: "Welcome, what do you need?"

Jian Qing looked down at the menu.

The nouns on the menu were all unfamiliar, so she asked the clerk, "Which ones are the top three in terms of sales?"

"Oh, these types, Siji Milk Green, Boba Milk Tea, and Boba Milk Green are all favorites of the students nearby."

"Two cups of each, less sugar, hot, with whatever toppings you want."

"Okay." After paying the bill, the clerk looked at Jian Qing with a smile, and asked in a friendly manner, "Are you the doctor of Fu Yi?"

Jian Qing nodded and hummed.

The clerk continued to speculate: "Would you like to invite Corey's interns to drink milk tea?"

Jian Qing hesitated for a second, then continued to nod.

There was something wrong with the child's mood, like a cat that had been brought home, panicked and extremely unadapted to the unfamiliar environment.

She wants to appease.

The clerk showed a sure-fire expression.

The doctor in front of him was wearing a white woolen sweater, a white coat hanging on his arm, and a light blue mask covering his mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of deep eyes. His cool and gentle temperament was incompatible with the youthful atmosphere of the beverage shop.

Like a calm scholar, he suddenly broke into the snack shop to buy candies that children love.

When packing, the clerk gave some extra desserts.

Jian Qing thanked him for taking it, took the milk tea and dessert, and went back to the office in the second tumor area, but did not see Lu Yinxi and his graduate student Wei Mingming.

Only the chief resident Zhang Yue and the advanced student Zhao Wenqian remained in the huge office.

She put down the milk tea dessert and asked Zhao Wenqian in front of the computer, "What about them?"

The tone of the inquiry was calm.

Because the two remaining people in the office—Zhang Yue was taking time out to video chat with his girlfriend, Zhao Wenqian was silently typing on the progress of the illness.

It wasn't a tense atmosphere, which meant that during the time she was away, there was no particularly urgent situation in the ward.

"The two younger sisters went to the classroom to endorse." Zhao Wenqian, who was busy writing medical records, raised her head, saw milk tea and desserts, happily jumped three feet high, and hurried to wash her hands, "Leader, I love you!"

The second-line duty of the department will take turns to pack breakfast for the staff on duty, but it is rare to buy milk tea and dessert as a supper.

Jian Qing nodded expressionlessly, expressing that she had received love.

Afraid that the milk tea would get cold after a while, she took a few cups and put them in an incubator to keep warm.

When I came out, I saw Zhao Wenqian was still writing the medical records, so I said, "Go back early, and write tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go back after I finish writing this."

Different departments have different atmospheres. The oncology department is a department with a relatively depressing atmosphere. It has dealt with various cancer patients all year round. Most of the medical staff who can stay in this department for a long time are optimistic and open-minded, or people who are indifferent and difficult to empathize with.

Although there are also the old problems of public institutions, such as seniority, strict hierarchy, and clique formation, most of the time they get along in a friendly and harmonious way.

Not long after Zhao Wenqian left, Lu Yinxi returned to the office from the demonstration classroom.

"Doctor Jane, I've finished memorizing it, and I can take the exam."

Jian Qing handed the printed test paper to Lu Yinxi: "45 minutes."

The content of the test paper covers the basic introduction of Jiangzhou First Affiliated Hospital, the business scope of the comprehensive tumor treatment center, and some basic tumor knowledge.

It's like an entry test paper.

Half an hour later, Lu Yinxi handed in the paper ahead of time, and Zhang Yue handed her a cup of milk tea and said with a smile, "Here, my senior sister invited everyone to drink, it's still hot."

Zhang Yue and Jian Qing came from the same school and are still studying for a Ph. D. Now they are going through the most difficult stage of chief resident. When they get through it, they can directly take the examination of attending doctor after graduation.

The Chief Resident Physician, commonly referred to as the boss, is the only way to be promoted to the chief physician. He stays in the hospital 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, and is responsible for routine consultations, teaching interns, and administrative work in the department.

The first sentence when the quality control department and the medical affairs department came to the clinical inspector was: Where is your boss?

Originally, Zhang Yue was assigned to teach Lu Yinxi by the Department of Medical Education, but Jian Qing then took him over in the name of an acquaintance.

Lu Yinxi took the milk tea: "Thank you Brother Zhang."

Jian Qing stretched out his ears, waited for a while, but didn't hear Lu Yinxi thanking himself, the hand of correcting the paper paused for a while, and changed the score from 98 to 89.

Lu Yinxi took the test paper and looked at it, and became angry like a puffer fish.

Only one multiple-choice question was wrong, how could it be 89?

Jian Qing ignored her resentful eyes, lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, with a calm expression: "It's getting late, go to rest."

After Lu Yinxi drank the milk tea and digested for a while, he was driven into the duty room to rest.

The duty room of the hospital was dark and cramped, with no windows, and the beds were bunk beds with iron frames.

Lu Yinxi recalled that when she was very young, her father hadn't died yet, and he would take her to the hospital even if he didn't worry about leaving her at home alone when he was on duty.

At night, let her lie down and sleep in the duty room.

It was the same dark room, and the same old canopy bed.

In winter, her father would put a thick coat on the bed as a quilt for her.

She doesn't like hospital quilts, which always smell of disinfectant.

Now this bed has no peculiar smell, only the cold fragrance that permeates the heart.

It was exactly the same as the fragrance on Jian Qing's body.

That clean freak always brings sheets, blankets, and pillowcases from home when he is on duty, and he is very particular about it.

Lu Yinxi was a little reluctant to sleep, and could not sleep. He leaned on his arm and silently counted the time in his heart.

It is now the beginning of January in the new calendar, and the director asked the actors to intern in the hospital for 2 months, and the shooting will take about 3 months.

The remuneration of domestic young actors is used to paying in installments, and they will not be settled in one lump sum. After about 5 months, all the remuneration will be paid, which can be about 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.

It's not as big as the millions of big stars, but it's enough for her to live abroad for a while.

She does not intend to participate in the grievances and grievances of the paper people, and she does not want to interfere with the direction of the story. The initial plan is to hide abroad, stay away from these plot characters, be a salted fish, and wait quietly for the finale of the story.

In this way, it might be possible to return to the real world.

Lu Yinxi turned over and thought silently—is there any way not to stay by Jian Qing's side during these five months?

This medical drama will be filmed in Fuyi in the future, and experts from Fuyi will be hired to check it out. She plays an oncologist. As long as tumors are involved, Jian Qing cannot be avoided.

Unless you don't take this drama.

But in this strange world, she is penniless, has no relatives, and doesn't even have a friend she can trust. How can she survive?

It's not that she can't hold down her figure to do part-time jobs. In the early years, she distributed flyers, worked as a group performer, worked as a corpse, and worked as a model. She did all kinds of part-time jobs.

It's just that the price/performance ratio is relatively low.

In addition to picking up ready-made filming, what kind of part-time job can I earn 100,000 to 200,000 in 5 months?

Anyway, the ultimate goal is to survive, go to the finale of the story, and return to the real world.

After some self-guiding, Lu Yinxi leaned on his arm and glanced in the direction of the door.

There was a faint light coming through the crack at the bottom of the door. It was the light from the office.

Jian Qing let her in to sleep, but she stayed outside.

not tired?

Lu Yinxi stared at the beam of light thoughtfully, after a while, slowly got up, tiptoed to open the door and walked out.

In the office, Jian Qing was wearing a thin white coat, lying on the table with her right arm pillowed, her eyes closed, and her thick long eyelashes cast a shadow, covering the dark circles under her eyes.

It's not that this person is not sleepy, it seems that he just doesn't want to sleep in the dark duty room.

She seems to be used to sleeping in the light.

Bright moonlight, bright lights in the bedroom...

Lu Yinxi stood there watching for a while, but did not wake Jian Qing up.

She went to the changing room to take off Jian Qing's overcoat, covered Jian Qing lightly, and then went back to the duty room to rest.

It was dawn all night.

Lu Yinxi woke up early.

She thought that Jian Qing's left palm had stitches yesterday, so she couldn't get wet, and it would be inconvenient to wash her hands.

But she was too embarrassed to take the initiative to help, and she seemed to be courteous for nothing, so she leaned against the bathroom door, watched Jian Qing brush her teeth, and waited for Jian Qing to ask her for help.

Jian Qing didn't look at her from the beginning to the end, with her gauze-wrapped left hand behind her back, she finished brushing her teeth with one hand.

Lu Yinxixin said that you can brush your teeth with one hand, but you have to twist the towel with both hands when you wash your face?

Jian Qing ignored the existence of Lu Yinxi, picked up clear water with his right hand, wet his face, wiped the facial cleanser, patted it clean, then took out the disposable face towel on the shelf, and wiped the water stains.

Still operating with one hand.

After washing, with a clean face, she walked up to Lu Yinxi and looked down at her: "Stand still, wait for me to help you wash?"

Being ridiculed coldly, Lu Yinxi snorted softly, went in to wash up, thinking that you can brush your teeth and wash your face with one hand, and let's see who will help you when you take a shower!

While brushing her teeth, she fantasized in her mind that at night, Dr. Jane begged her to help her take a bath, wipe her hair and body, comforting herself with the method of spiritual victory.

I was on duty last night and had to stay in the hospital in the morning before I could rest in the afternoon.

The oncology department belongs to the internal medicine system, and there is no major operation in the surgical system. After the early shift, the teaching rounds will start, and the inspection will last for an hour or two. The rest of the time is to issue doctor's orders, see patients, and write medical records.

After get off work, Lu Yinxi and Jian Qing returned home and shared the same room without unnecessary communication.

Lu Yinxi guessed that maybe Jian Qing himself was taciturn. Due to his work, he needed to communicate a lot with patients, family members, and colleagues in the hospital. After returning home, he naturally didn't want to talk too much.

Problems that many medical workers have

— I am used to life and death and struggle in clinical practice, and my emotions are repeatedly stimulated, and the emotional threshold becomes very high. As long as life and death are not involved, I will be more indifferent to the pain and emotions of people around me, leaving comfort and companionship to unfamiliar patients.

Just like her mother Gu Mingyu.

Indifference is indifference.

Lu Yinxi doesn't care about Jian Qing's attitude at all, and he doesn't have the slightest interest in Jian Qing.

She didn't even regard Jian Qing as a real person, but only as a paper man in the virtual world, like an NPC in the game world, a tool man who can use to pass the game.

Do you need to care about the attitude of tool people?

Of course not.

Last night, after not sleeping for a few hours, Lu Yinxi was so sleepy that his eyelids twitched. After eating a few bites at noon, he went back to his room to sleep.

When he woke up from his lunch break, he walked out of the bedroom with a dazed look, but there was no one in the living room.

This apartment is on the 27th floor. It has four bedrooms and one living room. It has a duplex structure. The decoration is simple and clean.

There is no smell of fireworks, like the Guanghan Palace where Chang'e lives, it really responds to the literal saying "the heights are too cold".

Exactly the same as the owner of the apartment.

Lu Yinxi walked around a few times, but found no one in the room, so he wandered to the balcony outside the living room.

On the balcony, the sun is shining.

Lu Yinxi walked over and saw the woman on the reclining chair, wrapped in a white bathrobe, with a slim figure and a pretty face.

She closed her eyes and lay on her back on the bench, revealing her fair neck, her soft chest undulating slightly with the rhythm of her breathing, her long hair, which was as thick as seaweed, was not wrung out, and fell naturally, water droplets dripped from the tip of her hair, hitting the ground, shattering into one piece.

The golden sunlight hit her body, coating her with a hazy filter, just like the east wind thawing, melting the ice and snow, revealing her various amorous feelings.

Lu Yinxi stayed where he was, admiring it for a while, moved a small chair, sat down, poked Jian Qing's shoulder, and said softly: "Hey, let me help you dry your hair."

The person on the recliner opened his eyes and looked over coldly.