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"As the attending doctor, did you know that Xu Qian had a stomach ulcer that was not cured?"

The air in the office has been frozen and frozen. As a bystander, Zhen Yi is too embarrassed to breathe. As far as Xu is concerned, they are still facing away from them, staring at Lulu on the window sill.

An Yao bit her lip for a second or two, and said: "Xu Qian had stomach ulcers, but she didn't seek medical treatment, but bought medicine for herself, so there was no record in her medical record. I asked her if she had No stomach problems, she said she didn't. "

The words didn't stop there. The long eyes under the thick eyebrows narrowed slightly, and the research judged: "You should think of checking the stomach ulcer first when you prescribe this medicine."

"Yes." An Yao frowned slightly, but his tone was calm. "Xu Qian refused to do gastroscopy, which was too painful; she refused to cook barium, which was uncomfortable. She said she had no stomach problems. I insisted on letting her do barium. . But the accuracy of the barium meal is not 100%, and it is normal to omit the subtle symptoms. "

Somehow, Zhen Yi's emotional balance was biased towards An Yao again. She kind of believed her, but she relieved a little.

But look at the words and see if he believes. He never reveals a little emotion.

In the face of An Yao's words, he nodded slowly, seemingly casually saying: "Professional doctors can see from the mouth and face of the patient whether the patient has gastric ulcer."

His tone was quiet, but countless strings were instantly stretched in the calm air.

Zhen Yi is afraid of the atmosphere. The two people's calm but vaguely competing atmosphere is too oppressive.

And she felt again that no one wanted to escape the interrogation. The best place for him is a psychiatrist, but an interrogator.

It was An Yao who defeated first.

She supported her eyebrows and tried to support herself, her fingers shaking, and said softly: "I'm sorry, it was my negligence."

But this sentence did not win his spare.

"Other doctors will be negligent, but An Yao, will you be negligent?" Yan Ge stared at her eyes.

His meaning is obvious.

An Yao was startled. He raised his head and looked at him incredulously for a second. Then he panicked to see the words, and soon lowered his head again. His shoulders collapsed. He said: "I have been disturbed by a little private matter these days. I am sorry."

The more you say, the lower your voice.

"It was my negligence that the barium meal check was OK, and it was the final result. I never thought about confirming it again. It was my fault." She held her eyes tightly and tried her best to restrain her lips, but her lips tremble.

"Speech." Yan Xu turned around and called him very softly.

It seems that I want to say something, but I don't need to say it.

He glanced at him and calmly looked at An Yao: "Everyone will make mistakes and must remember the lesson, but don't indulge in self-blame."

The words are brief and cold, which is a great encouragement.

An Yao shook her shoulders and covered her head with her hands deeper, unable to see her emotions clearly, but Zhen Yi felt that she might be crying.

The expression was light and shallow, she glanced over to see Zhen Yi, pulled her feet out of the door, and motioned for her to go out.

Zhen Yi followed him into the corridor.

The indifferent but subtle questioning that she said just now made her heart go up and down.

Did An Yao kill someone on purpose?

The words changed later, was it true or was it true?

I really want to ask.

Just think about the posture that he asked An Yao just lightly, but it was really scary.

She lowered her head and slammed her cheeks.

"Are you a frog?" He spoke indifferently, his eyes moved away sometime.

"..."

He silently looked at her for a while and said, "An Yao has nothing to do with this matter."

"Eh?" Is he a roundworm in her stomach or what?

Zhen Yi: "Since she has nothing to do with this matter, you still forced her to cry?"

Yan Ge's face stiffened: "Where did I make her cry? She wasn't moved to cry because of my comfort?"

There are three black lines on Zhen Yi's head: Your brain circuit is so abnormal, does your brother know?

"Furthermore, you reversed the logical order." The expression was right. "It wasn't that I forced her to ask her if she found that it had nothing to do with this matter; but by asking her, she found that she had nothing to do with this matter."

Zhen Yi wondered, "But in my opinion, the words you asked made An Yao suspicious."

"I suspect her, she has suspicions? Can the two be equal?"

Zhen Yi blushed slightly, and the logic was indeed wrong: "Then how do you judge that she is not lying?"

"Expression and body language."

"Want to hear the details." She turned her back on her hands and tilted her head, looking at him with interest.

Somehow, her interested eyes made him feel inexplicably good, but her expression was still indifferent:

"Ordinary people will be slightly nervous and messy when they are questioned; but An Yao is a rigorous and indifferent person, so at first she behaved calmly and orderly, it is understandable."

"Well." Zhen Yi nodded guilty.

When she reads detective novels, she always says that people who are calm and have clear regulations often make sufficient preparations in advance, so she doubts An Yao for a little. Now think about it, slightly embarrassed.

"I asked her how to make sure Xu Qian didn't have a stomach ulcer. She lowered her head and touched her brow, her eyebrows closed tightly. She was quite ashamed and painful. Her hands were shaking and she kept blaming herself."

Words are not flat,

"I said that when a professional doctor can observe through the mouth, her eyes are looking down uncontrollably, her mouth is always squeezed, and there is a tendency to try to cover it with hands, which is a deep shame.

I clearly suspected her. She was shocked, her pupils dilated, and she was angry. Can immediately be transformed into a shame of forbearance. "

"Wait a minute," Zhen Yi listened fascinatedly, interrupting, "I change my expression immediately, isn't it a disguise?"

The expression lowered his eyes, and looked at her, a subtle look flashed:

"Contrary to what you think, the truly shocked expression is quite short. Even if it seems to remain, the micro expression is actually different from the first second, and most of them will become empty and dull."

"Oh this way." Zhen Yi was even more guilty, pretending to be surprised and pretending to be seen through thousands of times before him.

"When I said my last sentence, the tone emphasized" Don't indulge in self-blame ", she heard" self-blame ", her shoulders were tight, and she relaxed. Because I said her thoughts, she felt tingling but subconscious Slightly relieved. "

"Wow, you are so good." She looked at his handsome face and sighed. She really thought he looked too handsome and sexy.

The words met her star-like eyes, and the always indifferent person was slightly uncomfortable, and looked away. After a few seconds, I continued: "Looking at objective evidence, medical records, An Yao insisted on making barium meal for Xu Qian. This is a fact. The accuracy of the barium meal is beyond her control. This is also a fact. she was."

"Eh? Why is it biased?" Zhen Yi was strange.

"Nothing is absolute. There will always be tiny other possibilities." He said naturally.

She can't take his truer character, but she is also realier,

"Then you give me a tiny possibility to listen to me?"

"What if Xu Qian could kill or not?" Yan Ge looked at her. "If she finds a stomach ulcer, she will be given a change of therapy to let her live; if she is not found, she will be killed with the correct but dangerous therapy."

Zhen Yi was stunned. Such casual recklessness was more terrifying than murder. "Don't say that. Don't say that. I don't think An Yao is like someone who takes his life as a joke."

"It's not like that."

"Don't you just look at her expression to judge?" Zhen Yi tried to help An Yao to say good things, and finally changed her impression, and in case she was really like this, the words should be pitiful.

"It's hard for ordinary people to disguise their micro-expressions. Even if they disguise one, they will move their whole body. But there are a few people who can do it. Of course, I don't mean An Yao. I believe her. But like I said, There is no absolute in everything. "

Zhen Yi didn't say anything, but what happened was only An Yao's own heart.

She was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Speech?"

"Ok?"

"Do you think that the two of us are close together?"

"" Sure enough, she can transfer to this topic at any time.

He looked at her silently, his eyes asking: please argue.

She interpreted stress-free, ran to him in front of her, carrying her hands, and stepped back step by step as he progressed, with a big smile:

"Just now, you said I listened, and I asked you to answer. I am willing to listen to your world, and you are willing to solve my doubts. No one is bored and no one is boring. Isn't it very versatile?"

He was silent. He discovered this problem long ago.

She and he fit very well and very well.

Zhen commented that he did not respond and was dissatisfied: "You said, isn't it? Say!"

He pursed his lips and nodded extremely lightly.

Her smile widened again, and all her brows and eyes were full of smiles. Holding his head up, he stepped back.

After walking a few steps and remembering something, I whispered:

"I sometimes lie to you, can you always tell?"

"Sometimes?" Yange raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling that her wording was open to question. "It's often."

Ao!

Suddenly, her face was hot again, and she remembered all the moments when she opened her eyes and talked nonsense in order to abduct him. What a shame, let her drill a hole.

He squinted and saw her head down, blushing, like a little tomato moving slowly, but couldn't help but slightly moved, he looked up at the front, his voice was low alcohol: "Sorry, I am do not mind."

You love to lie, I love to cooperate, that's it.

Zhen Yi's heartbeat inexplicably missed a beat, as if the smell of disinfecting water in the air had become fresh.

The red on the face gradually faded, one willing to fight, one willing to suffer, what embarrassment?

At the corner, he said: "Let's see the party that day."

When I went to Huaisheng's ward, I discovered that Yan Xu and An Yao had been there.

An Yao leaned back against the wall, turned his head in a bad mood, and looked at the trees outside the window, enchanted;

Yan Xu stood beside her, covering half of her figure. He was talking to Huaisheng in bed. With his hands in his pockets, Ying's appearance of dust was exactly the same as his words.

Zhen Yi was a little surprised.

Yan Xu always evades alienation in front of strangers, and conversation is to kill him. But at the moment, he stood up for the woman behind him.

Huai Sheng was making final preparations for the kidney transplant operation, but he looked sullen and very sad. Although he got a precious kidney, his beloved Xu Qiao died.

Huai Rumei sat in front of the hospital bed and was unwilling to visit these people. He was very repulsive: "Is there anything to wait for Huaisheng to finish the operation after a few days. He is very weak now."

Yan Xu didn't hear it. The black eyes under the thick eyebrows were clear and deep, only staring at Huai Sheng: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"What's her dream?" It sounds unreasonable.

"Dancing." Huai Sheng looked sad.

Yan Xu nodded his head. Like his words, he had a natural sound quality, which was very nice, but did not fluctuate:

"The deceased doctor is my fiancee. She is a very good cardiologist. She is currently only the assistant to the chief surgeon. But she will definitely grow up as a chief surgeon and save many people. This is her dream. The deceased, she dared not take the scalpel anymore. "

He said it like a routine, very stiff, without a little bit of emotion, but An Yao turned his head and looked at his back, his eyes wet.

Zhen Yi was suddenly moved.

I have seen Yan Xu and An Yao many times together. The two have never held hands in front of outsiders or even talked much. She does not know their private mode of getting along.

I thought that An Yao, like her, loved hard work; but actually, no.

An Yao is worthy of Yan Xu; Yan Xu is also worthy of An Yao.

To Yan Xu, looking at a person's eyes, talking to him, and listening to his answer are actually very difficult and frightening things. But he was willing to do this for An Yao.

Zhen Yi changed her mind and thought of words again.

In fact, he is the same. But because of her, he can almost be like a normal person now. Although in the eyes of normal people, he is still very abnormal.

The paragraph just now was the longest one that Yan Xu said to strangers in his life. He was not used to it. He lowered his eyes, paused, and lifted up again, looking at Huai Sheng: "Can you understand?"

Huai Sheng nodded, ignoring Huai Ru's dissuasion, and decided to answer the question. He also asked: "Can you understand the sorrow of my lost lover?"

Yan Xu remained silent for a long time and said honestly: "No. Because my lover is not dead."

"..."

Zhen Yi touched her nose gently.

Yan Xu didn't realize his words were wrong and asked the question: "Why did the deceased escape from the hospital that night and go to the bar with you?"

"Actually, we didn't let Sissi go. She had to follow. That day, Qiao Qiao and I wanted to go. Qiao Qiao's body was getting worse and worse, and many things she didn't want to do were not done." No sound.

Sadness filled the ward.

Only Yan Xu's face was rigid and immovable. Except for being a very handsome man, he really has no expression.

He only grabbed his concern: "This is not the first time you took her out?"

"Yes." Huaisheng's face was pale due to illness. "She was afraid that she wouldn't have a chance in the future. Let me do something with her after a while."

Yan Xu didn't care and interrupted: "The deceased is your girlfriend's girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"The deceased is in hospital, why did you take her out?"

Zhen Yi heard halfway and felt that something was wrong. Later, she discovered that Yan Xu did not need a person's name.

Huai Sheng hadn't spoken yet, and if Huai saw that he was too tired, he answered for him:

"Xu Qian loves to be lively, crazy and playful, listening to us going to the bar and arguing about going. She said that she was in good health, and her parents fussed to force her to be hospitalized. We did n’t care. She has always been a mistress, we They are used to it. No one can stop what she wants to do. "

Zhen Yi thought about it and interjected and asked, "Before Huaisheng and Xu Qiao went out, Xu Qian would also quarrel and follow?"

Huai Ru was stunned, hesitating, Huai Sheng replied: "Yes. She is very close to Qiao Qiao, and she follows everywhere."

Yan Xu continued: "Why would she drink that night?"

"She played the bullfighting performance in the bar, and when she came down, many people gave her wine."

The words frowned.

Zhen Yi explained: "Men in the bar have a good impression on women and they will deliver wine. Xu Qian performs well on the bullfighting and naturally attracts attention."

He listened to his words and lost his mind slightly: he did n’t buy her wine

Huai Ru said: "Xu Qian is a rich girl with a temperament too stubborn. She must drink, I can't stop it, and Huai Sheng advises her. But ..."

Yan Xumu, the question is almost privately stitched: "Why does she play bullfighting? She has heart disease, why don't you stop it?"

Huai Sheng said: "She has too much temper to stop."

Yan Xu lowered his eyebrows and thought about it.

Hearing the faint voice of judgement came: "She was losing her temper at the time?"

Zhen Yi was stunned, thinking he was so keen that he didn't let go of the corners.

"Ok."

"why?"

"She loves anger. She was okay the moment before, and she immediately changed her face."

"Who provokes her?"

"No."

The speech paused for a moment, and put it another way: "You said she was fine the moment before."

"Correct."

"Who was talking to her and what did she say before her mood changed?"

Huai Sheng's eyebrows twisted together, wondering: "Nothing special."

"You don't think it's special." His logic is rigorous enough to make people collapse. "That's what someone said."

"My sister said that pretty dancing and good balance, if not sick, can spend the whole song on the bullfight."

Huai Ru: "Qiao Qiao learns to dance."

The words didn't stop: "Then?"

"Cici said that she was also very powerful. We didn't say anything." Huaisheng scratched his forehead, a little crazy, "No one really said anything."

Zhen Yi understood that it was precisely because everyone said nothing that dampened Xu Qian's vanity and self-esteem.

Out of the ward, Zhen Yi and An Yao exchanged glances: the two brothers' brief but seamless inquiry made them guess.

Unexpectedly, Yange said to Yan Xu: "Huairu is a little nervous, Huaisheng did not lie, and the deceased may drink voluntarily."

"Ah?" Zhen Yi was surprised, "I think it was Huai Ru's conspiracy. An Yao, right?"

Anyao nodded.

"why?"

Zhen Yi said: "Xu Xianai and Xu Qiao are competing, listening to them saying that Xu Qiao is good, and vanity is trying to prove that she is powerful. And she is likely to like Huai Sheng, and she has followed them three or four times. For wine, Huai Sheng advised her not to drink, but she wanted to drink more. "

An Yao agreed: "She may not know the seriousness, and may feel that hurting her will make the man feel bad."

The words and words are pursed and the expression is very puzzling.

Speech: "Why do women have such strange ideas?"

Zhen Yi: "..."

Thanks to him asking questions can make people collapse, but he knows nothing about human relations!

When I was about to say something, I suddenly felt that there was a **** in the front corner looking mysteriously here. It was weird, like a peeping; she glanced at her eyes and looked at it, but the shadow flashed away.

Zhen Yi is only a boring person.

An Yao didn't know and said, "It's true. I'm Xu Qian's attending doctor. I can feel it when I get along. Xu Qian likes Huai Sheng. Huai Ru certainly knows, maybe he knows Xu Qian's condition, so he's not a weapon. Let Xu Qian ... "

Yan Xu frowned: "Why did she do this?"

An Yao and Zhen Yi exchanged glances and whispered: "Perhaps because of Xu Qian's kidney."

"Xu Qian's kidney and Huai Sheng match, but her illness is still cured, and Huai Ru may be anxious." Zhen Yi felt heavy and asked for help. "You didn't see anything from her expression just now?"

"She's a little nervous and still very contradictory. Although there is a cause for the incident, it is not necessarily the" cause "you said." The consistent and objective statement, "Of course, what you say is possible, but it cannot be ruled out that she has nothing to do with this matter. "

Zhen Yi said "Oh" and asked again: "How can we find out the truth?"

"Why do you need to figure it out?" The typical language replied.

It doesn't matter what he does, he doesn't care.

Zhen Yi: "..."

An Yao sighed: "Even if Huai Ru is really intentional, there is no evidence. A character like Xu Qian is too easy to be used by others ..."

Before she finished, she turned her head.

Just a moment ago, Yan Xu touched the back of her hand and put it back in her pocket. She said, "Rusheng, I am hungry." Every second, "Rusheng, are you hungry?"

An Yao's lips were bent very shallowly, and the tone was inadvertently gentle: "Let's go eat."

Zhen Yi immediately raised her hand: "The last time I and Yan Ge ate Sichuan food, it was super delicious."

Speech: "..."

Zhen Yi stared: "Do you have an opinion?"

"No" said the expression.

Look at the probe: "What about words?"

Do you have any opinion on Sichuan cuisine?

Yan Xu stood beside An Yao. After ten seconds, he silently raised his eyes: "I am here."

"..."

After a few seconds, a soft tone, "Can't you see me?"

"..."

It ’s not like asking you this. It ’s all right ...

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