"So it's all true?"

Quiet, looking at the ceiling and murmuring.

She was attacked.

Or in the street, the other party is how want to kill themselves, actually in such a time to start.

Silently watching the nurse skillfully put on the hanging bottle for herself, quietly leaning on the pillow behind her. After a while, she looked up and asked, "when can I leave the hospital?"

"Discharged?" The nurse didn't seem to hear it very clearly. She repeated herself, and then said, "I think the gunshot wound is not a trivial matter."

"So?"

"Everything depends on the decision of the hospital. Your wound is a little deep. It doesn't hurt anything important."

"In addition..." She suddenly frowned, holding an empty bottle of hand a Zheng, tangled way, "Miss, what's your occupation?"

Quiet a Leng, how nice to talk about this kind of thing, is really angry, or afraid of death, worried that those people rush to the hospital to kill her?

I'm afraid the latter is more likely.

She didn't want to talk so much nonsense to the nurse. She covered the quilt and didn't answer the nurse.

What quiet didn't know was that at the moment when she covered the quilt, the nurse's eyes flashed with complicated eyes.

Originally, I just wanted to lie down for a while, but unexpectedly, I fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she felt the noise outside. She looked up and saw that it was Bai Jingan.

Wearing a white coat, clean and free from lead dust.

He's a doctor? I can't believe it. Is it reliable to be so young?

But I'm fine. Maybe I have two brushes.

And Bai Jingan also seems to find quiet wake up, put down the things in hand, asked: "wake up?"

"Well." She nodded quietly and leaned on the pillow. Her eyes were staring at the quilt cover all the time. She didn't dare to look at Bai Jingan for fear of being found out.

Bai Jing'an seemed to see through her mind. The corner of her lip raised and called out: "officer an, why, don't you know me?"

A word, quiet suddenly a Zheng, the whole person is very stiff, she pulled the corners of her mouth, dry said: "do we know, met too many people, do not remember."

"I don't remember..." Bai Jingan touched his chin and kept mumbling. He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "well But how do I feel that there are always people following me several times recently? "

Quiet heart hair empty, eyes to turn around, forced himself to calm down, explained: "may be your illusion."

Bai Jing'an's eyes flashed. He stared at her and asked, "Oh? If this officer is really staring at me, you can check it for me

Quiet for a moment, check? Who are you looking for? Are you looking for yourself?

It's not a fool.

However, now she can only be ambiguous, perfunctory way: "OK, free will, I will."

The door squeaked open at this time, and the nurse with the tray called out: "Dr. Bai, can we start now?"

Bai Jingan nodded. The nurse put the tray on the bedside table and took out some scissors and other things.

Look at the quiet, a face of surprise, her lips are trembling, puzzled pointed to the things around, stuttered: "you, what are you doing?"

The nurse frowned and explained, "check it out."

Said, quietly watched Bai Jingan approached her, there is a very strange feeling in the quiet chest overflow.

That pair of art like hands stretched out, a little bit closer, a little bit closer, and a centimeter later, the quiet suddenly said: "wait a minute!"

Bai Jingan's hand suddenly stopped in the air. The nurse frowned and her face was already stained with displeasure. She said, "this patient, do you want to say that you are afraid of pain, so do you want us to give you an anesthetic injection?"

Quiet where can't hear her mouth disdain, in fact also can't say up in the heart, just feel strange, hesitated for a moment, said: "do you want to change a doctor to check for me."

"Why?" Bai Jingan picked eyebrows and asked, "do you dislike me?"

"No Quiet quickly shook his head, "just think, I don't have much problem, don't need to check."

She wants Bai Jingan to leave in a hurry. It's really a headache.

What if you think of it.

She's still a little scared.

"Why not, this patient, you have to think about your body." The nurse frowned deeper.

Quiet helpless, how to say anything has her what matter.

Quietly, he looked up at Bai Jingan. He nodded immediately and said seriously, "I think that's the truth. How to say, you are also my first patient. I must take good care of you..."

After the words quiet has not to listen to, she is now full of words, the first patient!

Take yourself to practice!

Quiet feel chest a breath did not spit out, keep panting, Bai Jingan said: "check it."From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word again. It was more at his disposal than cooperation.

At the end, Bai Jingan went back directly, but the nurse didn't leave. Standing in front of the quiet bed, he said with condescending contempt, "you still dislike our doctor Bai. So many people are fighting for it, and it's cheap for you."

Quiet suddenly laughed, pointed to her and said: "fight? Are you kidding? Those people don't have brain problems. Who likes to go to the hospital

"You The nurse gazed at the silence and tried to stop talking.

Quietly looked up, cold eyes swept her, a way: "out!"

"You

"I say it!" Quiet and repeated a sentence, but this sentence with an attitude that can not be overturned.

The nurse angrily took her things and walked out of the door. The sound of closing the door was very loud.

Probably not satisfied with the quiet attitude, so what.

Thinking about this time, I'm afraid that the police station may be looking for themselves. Jingjing plans to call there. Just at this time, the door just closed suddenly calls again.

She puzzled to see a bunch of people crowded into the ward, the first one, quietly asked: "Song Chen, how do you know I'm in hospital?"

I haven't said that yet?

Song Chen was also startled, staring at her with big eyes, "it turns out that the unfortunate person is you."

There are very few cases of shooting. There has been no such thing in broad daylight for decades. It's not bad luck.

The Bureau specially arranged for him to come here to trace this matter. He thought that there was something important. Now I don't need to ask. I understand.

Quiet glared at him, "how to talk, do you think I want to!"

I think too much about my feelings. People just come to deal with it. They don't know who I am.

The interaction between the two people seems to be in a daze for a long time in the eyes of others. This is Do you know him?