"I have a small cold, I have taken medicine. I will take good care of myself. You can go on a business trip with peace of mind."

Finally, the drunkard's text message was sent, but the text message content was so concise.

After a few words, it was about to end again.

The drunkard's abnormality these days made Qingyi feel very crazy and tired.

"What's wrong with you recently? Is something wrong? Why is it a little weird?" After editing the text message, Qingyi hesitated and didn't send it.

The drunkard was avoiding him, obviously not wanting to tell him whether he should ask?

Qingyi was afraid that the drunkard would not tell him the truth after he asked. He didn't want to experience the feeling of loss.

He was also afraid that his questioning would make the drunkard unhappy.

At this time, the sound of boarding was already heard on the radio, and Qingyi suddenly became anxious.

In the end, he deleted the text message and edited it again.

"I think you have not looked very good recently. I will take you to the hospital for examination when I come back on a business trip. We agreed last time."

The last time the alcoholic suddenly felt stomach upset, he said he would take him to have a checkup, but the alcoholic was unwilling to go.

Until Qingyi got on the plane, the flight attendant prompted to turn off the phone, and Qingyi didn't wait for the drunkard's reply.

Qingyi felt even more uneasy and anxious.

He looked at Jun Moyan who was looking at the documents beside him, and seemed to have something to say, but in the end he said nothing.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jun Mo Yan asked without raising his head.

"...No." Qingyi shook her head slightly.

Jun Moyan took back his eyes from the documents, then raised his eyes and looked at him.

After staring at Qingyi's bad face for a while, the worry in his eyes made Jun Moyan a little confused.

Jun Moyan, for some reason, suddenly said, "Is there something wrong with the drunkard?"

After asking this question, Jun Moyan himself was a little surprised why he asked this.

It is unlikely that the company is going to be. Qingyi’s family affairs have never been mentioned, and it is unlikely that red and white clothes are going to be so that there is only alcoholic.

After such a rule, Jun Moyan felt that it seemed as if he was asking.

"without."

"..." Seeing that Qingyi was unwilling to say it, Jun Moyan didn't ask any more questions and continued to look down at the documents.

"Speak if you have any difficulties." He looked and said again.

"Yeah." Qingyi replied lightly, looking a little absent-minded.

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The nurse walked in with two bottles of medicine. As soon as she stepped into the ward, she heard something falling down.

He looked up and shocked her.

She hurriedly ran up and put two bottles of potions in her hand aside, squatted down to help the patient who wanted to get out of bed but fell to the ground in a mess.

"You have just finished the surgery and the anesthesia has not yet completely gone. Why have you got out of bed? The needles have been removed."

"... Charger, is there a charger?" The drunkard was stabbed with needle eyes, and his bruised hand grabbed the phone in his hand, feeling very excited.

Because he didn't know the severity of force, the back of his hand that had just pulled out the needle had already oozed blood, and the back of his hand was still stained on his phone.

The anesthetics in his body have not completely receded, and his body is completely out of control by his brain. He wants to stand up, but he can't do it at all. He can't even catch his cell phone.

No one knows how difficult it was to reply to Qingyi just after pressing one word at a time.

The anxious and crazy helplessness he almost burst into tears whenever he typed a wrong word.
Chapter completed!