My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

Although Lin Wei was tall and long in legs, he hugged him lightly. Song Yuhang was taken aback by the weight, and the corners of his lips tightened.

It was not convenient for her to open the door with her hands on Lin Wei. Fortunately, Fang Xin ran out in time to open the door for her. Song Yuhang took the person in and said, "Thank you."

"It's okay, Team Song, go, we will tell you immediately if we have a clue."

Song Yuhang ran to the driving position, pulled the door to fasten the seat belt, nodded slightly, even leaned over slightly, and carefully pulled up the seat belt for Lin Wei.

When the car drove out of the city bureau gate, there was a red light on the face. Song Yuhang tilted his head to look at her face, only to see that it was too white, and even the bright red lips that had always been bright were lost.

The finger touched her forehead, it was actually hot.

She stayed at work all day with illness like this? !

The more Song Yuhang thought about it, the more unpleasant he was. He had never felt that the red light had been so long, so he simply stepped on the accelerator and stood out from the quiet waiting team.

But she forgot that she drove her own car today. The traffic police was riding a motorcycle and chasing her **** and calling her to stop. When she arrived at the hospital, she naturally got a ticket and got six points from her driver's license. This is a typical case of law-knowing and breaking the law.

She carried Lin Wei all the way upstairs, handed the people to the doctor in the emergency department, watched the doctor press the stethoscope on her chest, and ordered the nurse to give her fluids.

"What's the disease, is it serious?"

"The coma caused by the high fever may be a little pneumonia." The doctor changed the direction to listen to the heart sounds, and took off the stethoscope after a while.

"But don't worry, there is no life-threatening, come and help move your hand to the bed, and then contact the imaging department for a brain CT scan."

After hearing this, she gradually calmed down, and put the person on the bed with a few medical staff, pushed the gurney to the CT room, watched her enter the cabin, and then turned to the medical office to pay the money.

When she returned to the ward again, Lin Fei lay quietly on the bed with an infusion hose attached to the back of her hand, with a seaweed-like hair spreading on the snow-white pillow. She was nestled in the quilt, with her head tilted asleep. That face is even smaller.

The nurse hung another bottle of liquid on the infusion stand next to it: "After this bottle of infusion, remember to ring the bell to tell us to change the medicine."

Song Yuhang nodded: "Trouble."

After the nurse left, she dragged a stool out of the bed and sat down, reaching out to pull the quilt to her chest for her, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of spring under the open neckline.

She inexplicably remembered the tattoo that Jinghong glanced at that night, and remembered Lin Nian's trembling when she flicked it with her fingertips.

It was like a secret, a secret that only oneself and her knew.

Song Yuhang swallowed and swallowed her hair gently to one side.

The porcelain-white skin was quietly exuding his own temptation, and like Lin Wei himself, he often had an unknowing desire.

The air seemed to become dry, Song Yuhang licked his lower lips, put his fingertips on her collar, and unbuttoned the first button. It was not enough, and there was still some distance from the secret.

The second one can vaguely see some scenery, but what she wants to see is the whole picture.

The whole picture of the secret, the whole picture of Lin Wei.

Who made her hide too many secrets?

Thinking like this, Song Yuhang unbuttoned the third button. When the cool fingertips touched the skin, a hot hand touched her wrist.

The temperature seemed to burn her, together with the unusual atmosphere and unconscious mind.

Song Yuhang retracted his hands like lightning, and even leaned back because of the excessive movement and hit the opposite hospital bed.

Lin Fan propped up his upper body, coughed a few times while covering his lips, his face was pale, but his eyes were bright and hot: "Why, did you feel emotional after a fight?"

This question made Song Yuhang speechless. She was not good at hiding herself, and embarrassment surfaced on her face.

Lin Nian relaxes and closes the messy neckline: "You don't have to feel guilty to me. Team Song is a once-in-a-lifetime opponent. Free kick and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. I really want to tell the winner. It's a great game."

It should be said that it has not been so hearty for a long time, not only her blood and tears are vented, but also the anger and resentment in her heart.

She used to think that Lin Wei was the kind of person who was reasonable and unforgiving, paranoid and crazy, but her generosity in this matter far exceeded her imagination, and it could even be said to be taken lightly.

Song Yuhang was taken aback and relaxed, "Nevertheless, I still owe you a sorry sentence. Don't worry, I will accompany you as many times as you need to fight."

Can she get better?

Lin Nian bends her lips slightly, not to say more, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a faint figure swaying at the door of the ward, which was invisible from Song Yuhang's direction.

"A little hungry."

She said so.

Song Yuhang got up: "What do you want to eat, I'll buy it."

"Whatever, just be lighter."

"Okay." She nodded, about to turn around and leave.

Lin Fan stopped her again, "Is it really okay to put down the case and come here?"

She didn't know why she had to add this sentence.

The person paused obviously. She thought she would not answer, but Song Yuhang slowly turned around, looked at her eyes and said: "It's okay, there are other brothers in the Criminal Police Team, so there is no rush to solve the case at this time. For a while."

She answered sincerely, and Lin Nian bends the corners of her lips slightly and said nothing.

When Song Yuhang opened the door and went out, her attending doctor was also walking here with the film.

She gave way to the side, slowed down, and after the person entered, she posted a corner of the wall and heard Lin Nian's suppressed coughs.

"It's not a big problem. I have some lung infections. When the fever subsides, I will use some anti-inflammatory drugs, plus a slight concussion..."

Song Yuhang lowered her eyes and remembered that she had thrown Lin Wei to the ground several times, but the back of her head was on the ground. God, what did she do.

She couldn't listen anymore, she left here as if fleeing in a hurry, and her heart became chaotic as she walked faster and faster.

When the footsteps faded away, Lin couldn't get tired of the trace and let out a sigh of relief before raising his eyes and asking the doctor: "How?"

The doctor looked outside the door, and saw that there was no one to change the title, his face was a little ugly: "Mr. Lin, the situation is not very good, I think it is better to let Lin Dong know as soon as possible."

Lin Yan closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened her eyes as cold as a sword: "This matter can't be known to anyone, including my father, otherwise..."

A thin layer of sweat oozes from the doctor's forehead: "Yes, yes, then Mr. Lin will take a good rest and call us if you have something to do."

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"Buns, fresh buns, five or two for one yuan, four for three yuan..."

"A big bowl of authentic Sichuan spicy noodles for five yuan."

"Qianjiang crayfish..."

As night fell, the entrance of the hospital was always a meeting point for various small vendors. The air was filled with the smell of spicy and barbecued soot. Song Yuhang walked not far along the path in front of the hospital and found a shop selling porridge. Small stall.

She walked over and looked at the sign, the stall owner greeted her warmly: "Miss, what to drink?"

Song Yuhang glanced down at the various porridge spots in the thermos. The stall owner took a spoon and scooped it up. There were only a few grains of rice. The light was still not bright, so that each barrel was dark and hygienic. Naturally, the situation cannot be considered.

She remembered Lin Wei's famous line: "Is this human food? Is this pig food?!"

Song Yuhang took a step back: "No, no more, thank you."

She thought about it, and drove a little farther, until she saw a restaurant specializing in Chaoshan casserole porridge on the side of the road before turning off the fire and ran out of the car.

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When she returned to the ward with the porridge she bought, a familiar man stood at the door of the ward.

Song Yuhang walked over quickly: "You..."

Lin Ge turned around, pressing his index finger to his lips: "Hush—"

Song Yuhang understood. Looking through the glass above the door of the ward, Lin Wei sat on the side of the bed with a pretty girl, showing that she was old enough to be her sister's woman and was playing a stepmother's score.

"I'm tired of it." The woman's nails were longer than Lin's, and the nails were made fancy, almost dazzling under the light, she opened the lid of the lunch box with one hand, and shouted very cordially.

Originally, Lin Nai’s name wasn’t pretty, but it was maverick. Her voice just called "Tired" as "Yanyan", an 18-line country novel, widowed, divorced and widowed heroine. Come.

When Song Yuhang listened outside, he felt panicked.

Lin Tired's face didn't change his face and his heart beat.

Seeing that she had no reaction, the woman was a little bolder, and handed the lunch box to her, holding her throat to speak pretending to be coquettish. She was originally emboldened when she was young, but she just wanted to paint a face with confuses and follow her mouth. After opening and closing, Lin Fan watched the foundation on her face fall onto her quilt.

"Your father heard that you were ill, so I specially asked me to come and see you. You see, the aunty also cooked the seafood soup herself. Try it quickly, and drink it while it's hot."

As soon as the lunch box was opened, the earthy smell of seafood came over. Who is sick to eat this?

Moreover, her mouth abruptly lifted her seniority up.

Lin Nianwei raised her brows, unmoved: "Oh, Lin Youyuan asked you to come?"

The woman twisted her body, frowned her eyebrows, and covered her heart, seeming to be extremely sad, squeezing out two non-existent tears, and pressing the Hermes handkerchief at the corner of her eyes.

"How can I call your dad like that? He still cares about you. You didn't come when I married your dad. We didn't say anything. Your dad still pays you money every month on time. The company There is also a share of your stock, and even several branches have your name..." She said that the corners of her eyebrows and eyebrows were faintly unbalanced: "For the sake of reason, I am all Mrs. Lin, you should also Just call me mom."

It was also a coincidence. She asked someone to call her mother at the door of the Municipal Public Security Bureau in the morning, and then another woman rushed to call her mother in the evening.

Lin Nian looked at her quietly. She and Lin Youyuan were born alike, with good-looking eyes, long and narrow phoenix tails, dark and bright pupils, and they seemed to be affectionate when they were not talking or smiling.

There was a smile on the corners of her lips, and her voice was soft: "Oh? Where did you make your face, it's well maintained..."

She was half talking, and the woman put her hand on her face and smiled: "Yes, I also think that the beauty salon in the east of the city, the face is done well, I have a membership card, and I will go together another day. Ah, as I said, you are older than me, in your thirties. You should take good care of it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Ge covered her face: "It's over."

Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows, and saw Lin tired of smiling, "Yes, I am quite envious. I envy you how can you maintain it so thick."

The woman "chuckled" and laughed before she finished smiling like a **** pinched by her neck stuck in her throat, her lips trembled, her false eyelashes trembling up and down, and she could fall off at any time.

"Who the **** didn't open the crotch door, how did you leak this stuff out of you?" Lin Wei said every word, and the trash talk that he had learned in the streets of Shijin since childhood finally came in handy.

"Hurry up to the urology department to see if there is any problem. Never pee soaks and take a good look at how many catties you have."

"I thought it would be a princess to wear a Chanel and get an Hermes. You don't want to ask which KTV you are working at."

"Want to be my mother? Do you have a key? How many do you have!"

"If you want to be someone else's mother, it's better to hit your head to death and reincarnate as soon as possible and be a company with my mother on Huangquan Road. You may have a chance in your next life."

Speaking of cursing the street, Song Yuhang has really never seen anyone whose combat effectiveness is stronger than Lin Wei.

The two people outside the door glanced at each other, and two words appeared in their eyes at the same time: terrible.

Although the woman is a little bit ridiculous and vicious, she is also an 18th-line actress from a famous background. She blushed when she had seen this kind of battle, and she wanted to rush to tear her mouth apart and move one step ahead of her. It was Lin Fan who took the lunch box and threw it over her face. She scolded and beaten more fiercely.

The woman was splashed by the hot soup and made a terrifying scream. When Song Yuhang and Lin Ge rushed in, Lin Wei copied the iron lunch box with one hand and pulled the woman’s hair with the other, pressing the person on the bed to death. Fight in.

"Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother! Do you deserve my mother's name before me?! I am!"

The infusion stand was crumbling, and Song Yuhang rushed over to stabilize it, holding her down and screaming: "Lin Wei!"

The woman took the opportunity to escape, her hair turned into a chicken coop, her makeup was spent, her brain was bruised by an iron box, and her false eyelashes had fallen out. It was horrible.

She cried and stamped her foot fiercely: "Lin Tired, I'll go back and tell You Yuan, you wait for me!"

"Am I afraid of that old thing? You let him come and see if he dares to precede my mother's name in front of me, don't look at his lame leg now, I can't kill him or me!"

Lin Nianfu became excited again, because she was holding her shoulders and couldn't break free, the iron box in her hand flew straight out and hit her head, and she coughed and panted violently.

Because of the excessive movement, the fluid injection needle was torn loose, and the red blood climbed up the hose, shocking.

The woman escaped from the tin box and saw that she was coughing badly and was still yelling on the spot. Lin Ge was also so angry, her fists squeezed, but she was the wife of Lin Youyuan Ming's media who was currently married. I had to call my aunt, and I had to endure without doing anything.

There was another person who was a step faster than him. Song Yuhang had great strength. He rushed forward and lifted her collar to lift the person up like a chick, pushed and shoved it back, and threw it out the door all the time.

"Get out! I want to hit you if I don't leave."

The woman was trembling with anger. She threw her hand away and looked at Lin Nai who was coughing repeatedly. Her tone was yin and yang: "Okay, Lin Nai, you really have a good brother and a good friend. I see how arrogant you can be. At that time, let's wait and see!"

Song Yuhang slammed the door, isolating the rooster from the door.

The woman patted the soup residue on her body and left bitterly. When she turned around, it happened that an old woman also came in this direction.

The woman was covered in silver hair with a neat and tidy set. She wore a low-key Tang suit coat that could not see the brand. She was supported by the housekeeper next to her, and she also carried a soup Gu in her hand.

At first glance, she came to visit the patient. The woman sorted out her clothes, scratched her head and greeted her with a gesture: "Oh, sister-in-law, what brings you here?"

The old woman glanced at her carelessly, as if she didn't recognize who she was at all, then turned to her servant and said, "Where is the pheasant?"

The woman's face was green with anger.

The servant respectfully said: "I don't know, it may be from a nearby KTV private room, madam, it's important to visit the lady."

The woman nodded and was helped by the servant to walk into the ward.

The woman stayed where she gritted her teeth with hatred, and almost broke her handkerchief.