Han Qianling was sitting in the doctor's consultation room. Opposite him, the doctor with golden glasses put down the examination report in his hand.
"I'm inclined to have no problem with this report." The doctor nodded to Han Qianling.
After waiting quietly for a while, he said softly again: "And I think, you can believe the feeling. Sometimes the body is far more sensitive than our mind. If you feel that the magical dishes of the town can heal you If you're sick, then you should try it."
Han Qianling shook his head slowly: "It's not a magical dish from a small town." It was just that person who made it, only that person...
It wasn't until the words blurted out that he realized what he had said.
The doctor looked at his patient with peaceful eyes.
Han Qianling has been treating him here for three or four years. Just like every doctor who had taken over Han Qianling before, Han Qianling's illness made almost all doctors feel frustrated.
But doctors are used to this frustration—that's what medicine is, and when you get to a certain position, you realize that doctors aren't omnipotent.
Therefore, they should look at this issue with a more forgiving perspective, and they should also be more humble in the face of the unknown.
But what surprised the doctor was that Han Qianling had always chosen to stay with him for treatment—according to Han Qianling's medical records, the doctor originally thought that this Han would always be an impatient person.
Especially, under the circumstances that he really couldn't relieve Han Qianling's pain, and failed to make effective treatment for Han Qianling.
But Han Qianling said, "Of all the attitudes of doctors, you are the one that makes me the most comfortable."
Han Qianling added: "I have completely accepted and got used to the fact that there is no cure for my disease."
He has been staying at the doctor's place for diagnosis and treatment, regularly doing physical examinations at the doctor's place, holding the medical examination report to listen to the doctor's interpretation, and occasionally making several appointments for physical abnormalities.
It is also through these exchanges that doctors get to know more and more about their patients.
Han Qianling is a gloomy, inaccessible, but polite enough person. He doesn't use power over others, but perhaps because of the strange disease he was born with, he has little interest in the whole world.
He is able to achieve such dazzling achievements purely because he is too superior, not because of how persistently he loves his career.
Moreover, the doctor can fully judge from the traces in Han Qianling's behavior that he had an unfortunate childhood.
Sometimes doctors also guess that the other party's disease is caused by psychological problems? While this is rare, it is not uncommon.
However, Han Qianling refused psychological counseling. With the depth of his guard, whether it is hypnosis, humanistic or cognitive therapy, it is impossible for anyone to successfully give him a psychological counseling without his consent.
So Han Qianling and his disease were in a stalemate.
The doctor has taken psychology as an elective. Over the years, he has also gained some experience in how to deal with his patients. Seeing that Han Qianling's expression was a little stunned, he slowly guided Han Qianling: "I can feel that this trip to the small town is an experience that you will never forget."
"Indeed." Han Qianling hesitated for a few seconds, and still spit in the face of an acquaintance doctor, "My assistant took the opponent's money, and I just fired him and sent him to prison for investigation. Although I have noticed the traces, I Still a little disappointed."
"I passed by the town because I went to see the newly purchased mine. The original schedule was to leave in the afternoon, but..."
But he was destined to pass through that town, and then smelled the fragrance that filled half of the town.
No, not only because of the aroma of the food brought by that top-notch cooking.
Through the thick door, the moment Han Qianling knocked on the door, his heart almost jumped to his throat, as if someone was attracting him, which was unprecedented, something he had never experienced...
It was as if the missing soul had finally been pieced together.
Then the door opened, and he saw the thin and tall young man.
The other has bright, warm eyes.
Afterwards, he misunderstood that the young man had induced him to become addicted to drugs, and according to the words of the other party, he had just returned from the city, and the difference between his schedule and Han Qianling's schedule was not even half a day.
This deepened Han Qianling's suspicions, making him think that the young man came prepared.
To be honest, although it was not revealed on the outside, this discovery has deeply broken Han Qianling's heart.
Fortunately it was just a misunderstanding.
But this misunderstanding was too embarrassing, and he didn't even know how to face the other party again.
The kind-hearted doctor spoke to Han Qianling in an encouraging tone: "I just told you that sometimes, the human body is very magical, it knows what it needs better than the mind. At some point, maybe you should Trust your heart."
Han Qianling lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
After the second hand hanging on the wall made several laps, Han Qianling finally spoke.
"Maybe you are right." Han Qianling admitted, "Also, I have to get my suitcase back."
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Han Qianling imagined the most likely expressions the other party would have when they saw Luo Jiujiang again: anger, disgust, disdain, like seeing the trouble of walking on a large beach... Anyway, he has been used to seeing them since childhood. Those ones.
But he never expected that when Luo Jiujiang saw him, the first emotion on his face was a surprise.
He didn't even hide this abnormal emotion. From the moment he saw Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang's eyes lit up: "Are you here?"
Listening to his tone, it was as if the last time they met, Han Qianling did not send Luo Jiujiang to the police station because of an embarrassing misunderstanding, but instead invited him to a five-star hotel for a seafood feast.
Han Qianling was a little embarrassed: "Cough, I..."
"I've been worrying about you." Luo Jiujiang said rudely and simply.
Han Qianling was stunned on the spot, unable to say a word.
"You looked so miserable that day, and I'm afraid you'll have any gastrointestinal problems coming back. The gastrointestinal problems are usually old ones, and it's so torturous - how are you now? Feeling healthy?"
Han Qianling tried hard to hear a bit of irony.
Admit it, not at all.
He took a deep breath and tried to regain the sanity he had kept before knocking on the door: "I'm here this time to apologize for my behavior last time, and... um, my suitcase. "
If the suitcase has not been thrown away without you venting your anger. But if you lose it, you lose it, there is nothing important in it. Han Qianling thought secretly in his heart.
He was quite happy to know that because Luo Jiujiang threw his things, he vented all his anger.
If Luo Jiujiang showed a guilty expression, then Han Qianling would have a new excuse to re-enter the room, even though he would face Luo Jiujiang's embarrassed face at first—this was Han Qianling's original idea.
But what he didn't expect once again was that Luo Jiujiang's smile deepened: "The suitcase? I always keep it well, because I'm afraid there is something important to you in it."
"I've been waiting for you to come back and get it, come with me."
Han Qianling walked into the door that he had been led into once again. This time, he walked in without much fuss, no need to spend money or scheming, and it was as easy as the last time.
This made him almost have an illusion: as long as the person in front is leading the way, every road after that will be so easy to walk.
Luo Jiujiang pushed Han Qianling's suitcase to him.
The surface of the suitcase is very clean, not even a bit of dust has fallen, which makes one can imagine how meticulously Luo Jiujiang takes care of his things these days.
Han Qianling opened the silver trolley case, and the hair in the zipper was still in the same place, which showed that Luo Jiujiang had not touched his things.
After confirming that his belongings were all intact, Han Qianling raised his head, his expression almost moved and confused.
—A good person like Luo Jiujiang actually exists in this world
This is really contrary to everything he has accepted and faced in the first half of his life.
Luo Jiujiang was already squatting beside him, smiling warmly at him: "How is it, is the thing still there, no less?"
Han Qianling was speechless, he could only shake his head.
"That's good. You haven't answered my question just now. How about your body? Is it better?"
"I'm much better." Han Qianling whispered.
He didn't lie. Almost like a miracle, from the moment he walked into the house, he had felt the pain quickly leave him, replaced by an unprecedented ease and health.
Regarding this, the system has something to say - in order to fear that Han Qianling would think that he was poisoned again, Luo Jiujiang deliberately released his spiritual energy and compressed it in the entire room.
It takes a lot of energy and energy to do this. Keluo Jiujiang doesn't mind at all.
Now the spiritual energy in the room is as thick and dense as glue. If Han Qianling doesn't feel relieved, then there is a problem with Luo Jiujiang's strength.
"You'll be fine." Luo Jiujiang breathed a sigh of relief, "The town is a little far away, so it's not easy for you to come here. Are you hungry now? I'll make some for you. I still remember your taste, I don't like it. Meat and fishy, do you prefer fresh vegetables?"
"… "
Han Qianling lowered his eyes silently.
There was some cash in the suitcase, and Han Qianling also carried a bank card close to him, and his mobile phone could also transfer money.
This time, he came here to find the "special effect food medicine" made by Luo Jiujiang, and for this reason, he even planned to take out a contract of hundreds of millions.
Money, power, beauty... There is always something that can impress Luo Jiujiang.
But now, Han Qianling felt that putting those things together and thinking about Luo Jiujiang side by side was simply a tarnish to Luo Jiujiang.
"Sorry." Han Qianling said in a low voice, "I can eat meat and fish, and I have no taboos. I have to apologize to you for everything that happened last time."
"What did you say?" Luo Jiujiang said through the kitchen wall, neither light nor heavy, "Isn't it right to protect yourself when you go out, you have to be vigilant - but it's great to be able to eat meat, I'll cook it for you Lotus root pork ribs soup, right?"
Click, it couldn't be clearer, Han Qianling heard the sound of the thin ice breaking in his heart.
In that short moment, he suddenly realized that he might be planted this time.
He had never succumbed to violence, feared the darkness, was not angry at the insinuations and insults... Yet he was so easily succumbed to a smile and a greeting.
Han Qianling felt tempted.
Just because of Luo Jiujiang.
… definitely not because the lotus root pork ribs soup has not been eaten yet.