Ye Wangchuan's eyes were deep and heavy, and he narrowed them slightly, as if he didn't react for a moment: "Just water?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't asked. It would have been even more awkward if he had. She raised her hand again, a little impatient, to pull at her hat, but then she remembered that someone had just come in and helped her adjust the brim of her hat. She raised her cold white hand to mid-air and then silently put it down, grabbing nothing: "Ah, I just need water for now."
Qiao Nian pursed her lips and said, "I'll tell you something else when I remember."
Ye Wangchuan looked at her hand that was raised and put down unnaturally, and seemed to have reacted. His thin lips slightly raised in a beautiful arc: "Okay."
He took a bottle of mineral water and handed it over.
Qiao Nian took the mineral water he handed over, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.
Pour cold water down your throat.
Her throat, which had been dry for the entire afternoon, was finally moistened. Her frowning brows relaxed and she looked much better.
"Thanks."
Qiao Nian was always generous with her good mood. She raised her eyelids and looked at the man with her pair of beautiful, dark eyes.
Ye Wangchuan stretched out his hand and wiped the water stains on her rosy lips with his fingertips. He was in a good mood and said lazily, "You're welcome."
"Don't you want to recover the data?"
Qiao Nian looked at the computer in the mixing room, hummed, held the water in one hand, and pulled the chair away with the other hand, and said to him quite naturally: "Wait for me."
"Okay, you do it, I'll wait for you." Ye Wangchuan nodded slightly and stood there, his posture tall and straight.
Wei Lou watched the intimate interaction between the two, including Ye Wangchuan helping the girl adjust her baseball cap. The girl's calm and relaxed demeanor was all caught in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but his eyes dimmed.
…
Ye Wangchuan stood next to Qiao Nian like a Buddha. Not to mention others, even Wei Ying didn't dare to act rashly.
Liang Lu was able to keep calm at first, but after Ye Wangchuan came, she was obviously a little distracted. She tried her best to remain calm, but her fingertips couldn't stop trembling with nervousness... Qiao Nian majored in Traditional Chinese Medicine.
You probably don't know how to use computers.
Liang Lu tried desperately to comfort herself, but for some reason her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't stop.
She always felt that this matter was beyond her initial expectations. Qiao Nian was not a soft persimmon that she could squeeze at will. This time, she might mess it up!
The deployment room was quiet, and everyone's eyes were on the girl who was sitting there restoring computer data.
The people from the Wei family couldn't help but surround the girl to get a better look.
Old Master Jiang and Jiang Zongjim did not go in, but stood at the door outside the distribution room. However, the hospital had many large surveillance computers.
Seven or eight computers overlapped each other.
They can see what is happening on the screen even from a distance.
As soon as Qiao Nian sat down, the surveillance images from various parts of the hospital that were being broadcast on the computer disappeared. Then the screen turned black and many digital programs popped up.
Jiang Zongjim himself is a professional engaged in data research and development in this area. When he saw the code appearing on the computer, he was completely stunned.
this…
Does Nian Nian really know how to program
The numbers on the computer screen jumped very quickly, and to others they looked like garbled characters.
But Jiang Zongjim could understand it, because it was the C language used specifically for programming.
Qiao Nian's hand speed is astonishingly fast.
He could only barely make out the row after row of typed C language programming commands.
Mr. Jiang majored in Chinese and had no idea about computer C language. Like most people, he only saw that the computer could display real-time monitoring before Qiao Nian did anything.
(End of this chapter)