After Song Xi returned to the bedroom, turned on all the lights in the house, and stood in the bathroom. She saw herself covered in blood in the mirror, and the **** scene of the street appeared in her mind, scaring her to quickly take off her clothes. There were patches of blood on her belly and on her chest. She took off her underwear and wanted to take a shower. Then immediately, she thought of George Sheng and said, don't touch the wound.

Wet the towel, and Song Xi wiped it over a large area, trying to make herself forget those shocking images. However, no matter if you open or close your eyes, those images seem to be sleepy, haunting her, and she seems to be able to listen. The tragic wailing at the scene.

She kept persuading herself to calm down and calm down. When she came out of the bathroom, Song Xi climbed onto the bed. She was a little afraid of the total darkness. After turning off the headlights, she kept the bedside lamp. She thought it would be better with bright light, but Song Xi Lying on the bed with my eyes closed for a long time, I was so scared that I was sweating coldly. Even though my body was exhausted to the extreme, my nerves did not dare to relax a bit.

This feeling is like cutting meat with a slow knife, like those who are suspicious and mentally lax, in the end they can only put themselves to death.

Song Xi took Qixi and Coke in his arms, hoping to get some sense of security from them. Seeing them sleeping soundly, Song Xi couldn't help feeling jealous. It was so good to be able to sleep.

Thinking of sleeping, Song Xi inadvertently thought of George Sheng. She only occasionally suffered from insomnia. He said that he has been like this for nearly ten years, and he hasn't been insane yet?

But after another thought, looking at his weird character now, Bacheng can't sleep well. If his insomnia is cured...Hey, where did you want to go?

Song Xi turned over, a little irritable.

Silent night, warm lights, and Song Xi who couldn't sleep on the bed, she found that only when she thought of George Sheng, those **** pictures wouldn't appear in her mind. Could this be the legendary fight with poison?

Just thinking about it, the phone rang suddenly, and she was in the shadow of a snake, how could she not be so scared?

Beautiful eyes glared, and only reacted after three seconds. I don't know who called in the middle of the night. Song Xi was still a little annoyed in her heart until she saw the word'S' displayed on the screen.

After three in the middle of the night, what did he call for?

After staring at the screen for a few seconds, Song Xi still opened the connection button and pressed it to her ear, "Hello?"

George Sheng's voice came from the phone, "Go downstairs."

Song Xi asked: "What are you doing?"

He said: "Come to my room."

Song Xi felt strange in her heart. If she changed to a second man, she definitely thought the other person was harassing her, but changed to George Sheng...not afraid, he is Monk Joe.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. He went all the way to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Song Xi pushed the door and walked in. Not long after he saw a pair of long legs lying on the side of the big bed, George Sheng was lying on the bed and reading. Seeing her come in, he raised his eyes and motioned to the aromatherapy burner on the coffee table, "Take it away." ."

Song Xi stared at the aromatherapy burner for a moment.

What does he mean?

George Sheng's face was as usual, and he said lightly: "It's useless to put it here, you can use it."

Song Xi was naturally upset. Although she wasn't asleep, she told her to go downstairs in the middle of the night so that she would take away the things she gave him?

Before tonight, she might have asked without holding back, but right now, the anger was only in the bottom of her heart a few times. Song Xi's face was calm, she walked to the coffee table, picked up the aromatherapy burner, and raised her eyes to ask: "Anything else?"

George Sheng didn't look at her, his eyes fell on the book, "No."

Song Xi turned around and walked out. George Sheng on the bed lifted his eyelids and looked at her back, secretly saying no thanks, impolite.

Song Xi went back to the room. After experiencing too much this day, she didn't even have the strength to be angry. She sat on the bedside with the aromatherapy burner, feeling sour in her heart.

Looking up at the coffee table opposite, it was supposed to be the candy in his room, but now they are all on her side. The two are upstairs and downstairs. The room layout is the same. The trance was still a few days ago. She went to his room every night. Sending medicine to him, although it was difficult at that time, I still hoped that the relationship between the two would become closer, and now I want to come, it is idiotic.

Looking at the aromatherapy burner in her hand, Song Xi still liked it, he didn't need to pull it down, she used it herself.

Lighting the incense burner, Song Xi lay on the bed, staring at the faint smoke on the stove in a daze. I don't know if he was really anxious, or the fragrance of the medicine had its effect. Song Xi fell asleep for a while, just dreaming. Inside, it was all fighting and killing, and it was bloody.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Song Xi stared at the white canopy in a daze. Her body was stiff. After half a minute, the phone alarm clock rang to remind her that it was time to wake up for work.

Today she had a relatively large operation. Because the process was complicated, Ding Huiqin personally cooperated with her. When the operation lasted for an hour and a half, Song Xi was sweaty, and the little nurse beside her was helping her with a towel. Ding Huiqin saw it. , Said: "What's wrong? I'm not feeling well?"

Song Xi lowered her head, her hands kept moving, and she replied, "No."

Ding Huiqin said: "Look at your complexion. Didn't you rest well last night?"

Song Xi responded.

Ding Huiqin said: "If you are tired, don't force it. I will do the rest for you."

Song Xi replied: "It's okay, I can."

The operation lasted for a total of two hours and fifty-eight minutes. The process went smoothly and the results were perfect. Ding Huiqin said, “I will take the video back to other doctors as teaching materials.”

Doctors' surgical procedures can be used as teaching materials. This is an absolute honor in any field. Only some directors and deputy directors with particularly deep qualifications have had it. There are only a handful of young doctors like Song Xi.

Song Xi is well-known professionally, and only at this moment will he show a satisfied smile.

Going out with Ding Huiqin, Song Xi said, "Director Ding, I'm about to start writing a thesis recently, you can help me see it when you come."

Ding Huiqin said: "Just start preparing now? Didn't you start writing long ago?"

Song Xi concealed his guilty conscience with a smile and replied aloud: "I didn't have any inspiration a while ago."

Ding Huiqin said: "I think you still don't want a job title or a salary increase."

In a word, Song Xi could only laugh.

Han Chunmeng was still happily in Mincheng. After get off work at night, Song Xi was alone and was planning to find a quiet place to prepare the thesis materials. Someone called her and Song Xi saw that it was Huo Jiamin.

Huo Jiamin asked her out for dinner, Song Xi agreed. Forty minutes later, the two met at the Japanese food store.

After Song Xi took her seat, she smiled and asked, "Why are you free to ask me out today?"

Huo Jiamin propped his chin and replied aloud: "I want to invite you out every day. I know you are busy. I am sorry to disturb you. Today, Zhisheng called me and said that something happened to you yesterday. I asked you to come out and talk and chat."

Hearing this, Song Xi was taken aback.

Huo Jiamin looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Don't tell him, he won't let me tell you."