Chapter 089 Special Teacher [19] Midnight Contact, Don't Tell It
"Where have you gone?"
The lights in the corridor were slightly dimmed, and the edges and corners of Jiang Ke's face were coated with a soft light. It didn't look as cold as his tone.
Walking straight towards him, Mo Qing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"
Jiang Ke locked his eyes on her: "Catch the thief."
Mo Qing curled her lips slightly, stood still two steps away, and looked back at him with a slight smile.
"Mr. Jiang," she shouted, her eyes sliding down, brushing over his brows and the bridge of his nose, and resting on his thin lips openly and nakedly, "Has your mouth always been so hard?"
The darkness in Jiang Ke's eyes suddenly became intense.
His Adam's apple slid slightly, and after a moment, the fluctuations in his eyes calmed down, and he asked again: "Where are you going?"
"Beat Liang Xuzhi."
Mo Qing averted his eyes, turned around and walked to her bedroom door.
The moment she opened the door, she paused again, turned around, her eyes caught his, and warned: "Don't tell anyone."
Jiang Ke stopped her: "Wait."
"Um?"
Mo Qing waited for him to continue.
Jiang Ke asked: "Are you a regular employee of the Eighth Base, or an outside member?"
"None of that."
Mo Qing replied quietly and entered the door.
As soon as the lights came on, the door was closed.
The photosensitive lights in the corridor were turned off, and the field of vision suddenly fell into darkness. Jiang Ke stood still, and Mo Qing's gaze just now seemed to have substance, leaving traces of every part of the skin she glanced over.
There was a faint fragrance in the air, which seemed to come from her body and lingered for a long time.
Jiang Ke pursed his lower lip.
*
That night, Liang Xuzhi was rescued until midnight and was not dead.
The next day, he just woke up and saw Wen Yingxue standing by his bed.
Liang Xuzhi's mouth was dry and he made a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "Where is Mo Qing?"
"Really Mo Qing did it?" Wen Yingxue was slightly surprised and frowned.
"It's her." Liang Xuzhi clutched the sheets tightly, with veins jumping on the back of his hands that were covered in bruises. His eyes were red and he said with hatred, "There is also a prescription..."
Wen Yingxue hurriedly asked: "I didn't find it. Is it in her hands?"
Liang Xuzhi recalled that scene.
Mo Qing lit a fire in his hand, and the paper was burning, turning into ashes bit by bit in front of him.
Murder and heart-wrenching.
Mo Qing did it.
For him, who has been longing for the prescription, nothing is more painful than having the prescription destroyed in front of him.
He was trembling all over, biting each word with blood: "It was ruined by her."
"Destroyed?" Wen Yingxue was suddenly shocked.
The rumored prescription would never be burned. On this day, the only thing she thought about was how to "take back" the prescription. She never thought about the possibility of the prescription being destroyed.
"She burned her. I saw it with my own eyes." Liang Xuzhi's eyes were bloodshot. He was obviously as weak as an old man, but as crazy as a devil. "Go and find out who she is. Kill her. I will make her bones shattered."
Ashes, buried with the prescription!"
Wen Yingxue paused for a moment, collected all her emotions, and said calmly: "I understand."
She persuaded Liang Xuzhi to lie down, poured Liang Xuzhi a cup of tea, and comforted Liang Xuzhi with a few words on the grounds that he was "physically critical."
Liang Xuzhi's cell phone rang, and a call came in.
Wen Yingxue helped him pick up the phone, answered the call, and handed the phone to his ear.
Liang Xuzhi said a few words, then his face changed drastically. After responding stiffly, the phone call was cut off. Liang Xuzhi was so angry that he didn't care about his pain. He grabbed the phone and smashed it against the wall.
The phone instantly disintegrated and fell into pieces.
"Teacher Liang." Wen Yingxue was confused and shouted.
"The Pharmaceutical Association has leaders," Liang Xuzhi gasped, his eyes widened with anger, and he gritted his teeth with every word he said, "I hope I can put things to rest."
Has the Pharmaceutical Association made a statement?
Wen Yingxue frowned: "Who?"
"have no idea."
"Is it Mo Qing you're protecting?"
"I don't know, I didn't say it clearly." Liang Xuzhi took a deep breath and gritted his back molars so tightly that he almost broke his teeth.
"Teacher Liang." Wen Yingxue's voice was soft and gentle, without any extra emotion, "Maybe it can't break Mo Qing's muscles and bones, but it can cure her a little bit."
Liang Xuzhi paused, looked at her with questioning and irritable eyes, frowned and said, "What can you do?"
Wen Yingxue did not explain in detail, only said: "Just wait."
*
Inpatient department, single room on the third floor.
When it got dark, Mo Qing came to the hospital to visit Jing Su. She didn't have the consciousness to see patients, and she was empty-handed and didn't bring anything.
She knocked on the door, and when Song Yiyuan said "Who is it, come in", she unlocked the door.
The single room was not spacious. Jing Su was lying on the bed, awake, looking up at the ceiling, with a feeling of despair. Song Yiyuan moved a stool to the side and sat with his legs crossed, playing mobile games.
Oh, he's wearing headphones.
After the door was pushed open, Jing Su and Song Yiyuan both looked over.
"Here we come..." Song Yiyuan greeted her, glanced at her hands again, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "You really didn't bring anything with you."
"I'm not used to that." Mo Qing said frankly.
Song Yiyuan: "..." OK, I don't count on her anyway.
Mo Qing asked: "Is there any movement?"
She was referring to Wen Yingxue's side.
"No." Song Yiyuan shook his head, "I didn't see anything wrong with her. This morning, she came over specifically to check on Jing Su's condition. She only talked about her injuries and nothing else."
Mo Qing knew how many cities Wen Yingxue had, so it was not surprising that he could do this.
She asked again: "How long will it take to be discharged from the hospital?"
"Before the final exam, the doctor said he is recovering well." Song Yiyuan glanced at Mo Qing, then at Jing Su, and said with some gloating, "No one can escape the exam anyway."
Mo Qing didn't know what was so cool about Song Yiyuan.
After all, although Song Yiyuan didn't have to take the exam, he was betrayed by his friends every day.
Before meeting Huo Si and Song Yiyuan, Mo Qing had never seen a few selling friends who could sell things so naturally.
"Teacher Song." Jing Su suddenly spoke, tilted his head, and looked up at Song Yiyuan, who was sitting beside him, not leaving.
Song Yiyuan asked: "What's wrong?"
Jingsu said: "You can go out and get some fresh air."
"You are sensible." Song Yiyuan moved his shoulders, stood up, and threw his phone into his pocket. "What do you two want to eat? I will buy it for you?"
Because of Mo Qing's instructions and what she did last night, Song Yiyuan didn't sleep a wink for almost a day and a night, and he could be said to be "always within sight" of Jing Su's care.
Even when Jingsu went to the toilet, he had to open the door.
Fortunately they are all men, otherwise it would be easy to act like a pervert.
Isu felt uncomfortable.
Song Yiyuan also felt suffocated.
Mo Qing thought for a while and said, "Jianbing fruit."
"Okay." Song Yiyuan nodded hurriedly and turned to look at Jing Su. Just as he was about to ask, he spoke before Jing Su, "You can just drink porridge. You need to avoid dietary restrictions."
Jingsu: "..."
Don’t ask in the first place!
A waste of mood.
Although Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe are brothers, Jing Su feels from the bottom of his heart that Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe are far different.
Song Yiyuan finally had the opportunity to go out for fun. He was in a good mood. When he went out, if he didn't care about his image, he would definitely hum a tune or something.
After a while, only Mo Qing and Jing Su were left in the ward.
Without the lively atmosphere of Song Yiyuan, the room suddenly fell into silence. Even the footsteps in the corridor and the voices outside the window seemed so loud and clear.
After a while, Mo Qing walked to the bed, used his feet to push out the chair that was too close to the bed, and Shi Shiran sat down.
Jingsu looked at her, waiting for her to speak first.
——Intuition told him that Mo Qing had something important to say.
——Of course, what he didn’t know was that three seconds later, he would rather become deaf.
Mo Tingting was also direct, without any hesitation, and said calmly: "I destroyed the prescription."
"What?"
Jingsu was so shocked that he forgot that he was injured and stabbed in the abdomen. He sat up suddenly, as if he was a corpse, so scary.
However, the next moment, the wound on his abdomen was pulled, pain hit him, and he lay back down again in pain.
He curled up on the bed and took a few breaths of cold air. It took him a while to recover.
Mo Qing just watched him struggle. He didn't have the compassion of a doctor at all. He didn't even say a hypocritical "Are you okay?"
Jingsu's eyes were wide open, bright and full of confusion: "Why?"
"A piece of waste paper will cause harm to the world." Mo Qing said lightly, his eyes paused for a moment on his complicated face, and then added, "If you want to know the prescription, I can write it to you and treat it as compensation.
.”
Jingsu was stunned: "Do you remember the prescription?"
Mo Qing nodded: "Yeah."
Jingsu looked at her with hesitation and confusion in his eyes, but after a while, they all turned into relief.
"There's no need to write it to me." Jing Su lay still, pursed his lips, and continued, "You can just give it to Song Yiyuan and ask him to hand it over to Song Jianghe."
Calm down and suddenly you can accept this incredible thing.
This was originally Song Jianghe's thing.
He also wanted to return the property to its original owner.
Later, it was taken away. If it weren't for Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, not only would the prescription not be recovered, but his life might not be saved.
How to deal with the prescription is beyond his control.
"oh."
Mo Qing finally agreed.
She would not give the prescription to Song Yiyuan, nor would Song Yiyuan ask her for it. After all, Song Jianghe was no longer here.
"By the way, your hands..."
Jing Su suddenly thought of yesterday's scene, glanced at it, and unconsciously slid towards the fingers of Mo Qing's left hand.
"Um?"
Mo Qing raised his left hand.
Her fingers were as slender as green onions, white and smooth, and her hand shape was very beautiful. However, that was not what Jingsu wanted to see.
Jingsu thought of the scene he saw when he was unconscious...
Mo Qing half-crouched in front of him, cut his finger, and the blood dripped onto the three silver needles. Then a fantastic scene happened, the silver needles absorbed the blood and gave off a different kind of luster.
That scene, every detail, reappeared repeatedly in his dreams, like a nightmare.
However, there were no wounds on Mo Qing's hands.
——No one can heal so quickly.
After a long while, Jingsu shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
Maybe, it's his hallucination.
No.
It's just an illusion.
Maybe there are some strange things in this world, but they are not what he should know.
…
Song Yiyuan went out for half an hour before returning.
Mo Qing left a bottle of pills for Jing Su and was about to leave.
She took the pancakes and fruits bought by Song Yiyuan, said "Let's go" and left the ward. From the beginning to the end, there was not a single polite word.
"Wait a minute." Song Yiyuan followed him out of the ward.
"What's up?"
Mo Qing looked back at him, opened the plastic bag containing pancakes and fruit, revealing a third of the food, opened his mouth and took a bite, not caring about the image at all.
"How long do I have to guard?" Song Yiyuan asked.
"Let's observe it for a few days." Mo Qing was not sure, so he said instead, "You can ask Hoss to find someone to replace you."
"Good idea."
Song Yiyuan patted his head and gave her a thumbs up.
"By the way, the prescription..." Song Yiyuan paused for a moment, and after making sure there was no one else in the corridor, he lowered his voice and said, "I have no objection to how you handle your things."
"Um."
Mo Qing responded calmly.
Song Yiyuan choked up: "At least I'm polite."
Mo Qing was too lazy to pay attention to him. Then, she glanced at the ward and asked, "Where is his father?"
"I called his dad at noon. His dad was betting and told him not to ask for medical expenses." Song Yiyuan said in a rather unhappy tone.
Speaking of this, Song Yiyuan thought of another good thing: "Oh, Hoss said that the base will cover all his medical expenses."
Mo Qing was very interested in the generosity of this base: "Is your base very rich?"
When Song Yiyuan mentioned this, his tone was sour: "The base has no money, but the people have money."
"How to say?"
"You will know after a long time." Song Yiyuan shook his head with emotion.
Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders and didn't ask any more questions.
*
A week passed, and neither Wen Yingxue nor Liang Xuzhi made any move.
Liang Xuzhi transferred to the hospital and returned to the imperial city.
Wen Yingxue returned to school as usual.
It seems like nothing has changed.
The senior year of high school is tight, and the winter vacation has been postponed for ten days. This means that after the city's joint entrance examination is over, they will have to make up for ten more days before they can receive the precious vacation.
However, not many students complained.
Most students want to try their best before taking the college entrance examination.
Who wouldn’t be happy to lose a few days of vacation and exchange for a brighter future?
The final exam ended in two days, and students were complaining because it was far more difficult than before. Mo Qing easily answered the questions and handed in the paper, and went to the Goblin Shop in the evening.
When entering the lounge, Mo Qing saw a familiar backpack and a few books, and asked Goblin, who was serving tea and water: "Is Jingsu still staying with you?"
"right."
Goblin placed tea, snacks and fruits on the kotatsu.
Mo Qing frowned.
"His dad seemed to have gotten a lot of money and was in a good mood, so he wanted to ask him to go back." Goblin explained, "But he felt that it was too far away from home, and arguing with his dad delayed time and affected his studies, so after he was discharged from the hospital, he
Stay here with me."
"oh."
Goblin sighed: "This kid is quite motivated."
Mo Qing was noncommittal.
It is said that Isu was always in the top ten of his age before, but he missed the college entrance examination and was delayed for a year. When he re-study this year, the classmates he met were all a bit strong, and their score rankings were not good enough, but they were still in the top twenty of his grade.
Such a person, with very little talent bonus, will definitely be ruthless in learning.
"Where did his father get the money?" Mo Qing asked again.
"Who knows." Goblin clicked his tongue, "I plan to empty the warehouse a little more and make it available for accommodation. Waiting for the next semester, time will be even tighter. You know, in the few months before the college entrance examination, time will follow.
It was like hitting the accelerator, whoosh...oh, no more."
Mo Qing had never taken the college entrance examination, so he had no such experience and could not resonate with Goblin.
but--
Looking back on these past few months, a lot of things have happened, and time really flies by.
After Jingsu finished the exam, she studied by herself in the classroom. Mo Qing stayed with Goblin for a while. Around nine o'clock, she wanted to leave, but as soon as she walked out of the door, she saw Jiang Qiyi running over.
Jiang Qiyi ran until he was panting, and stopped after a buffer. Before he could take a break, he shouted: "Something happened! Jingsu's father, that lunatic, said he wanted to die with Jingsu!"
