process……

Very pleasant.

The man took the lead. Afterwards, Yu Jiawei fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, due to her biological clock, she woke up a few minutes before the alarm on her phone rang.

The pillow is empty, like a happy dream.

There is a note pressed under the phone.

The font is meaningful and vigorous: I need to travel for work, so I will contact you tonight.

Yu Jiawei woke up instantly, all her sleepiness gone.

She sat by the bed for a few minutes until her phone rang again, which brought her back to her blank thoughts.

There was an unknown call on the phone screen.

"Hello, hello..."

"Is she Yu Jiahang's sister?" A strange male voice said, "This is the Xiguan Police Station."

Yu Jiawei hurriedly took a taxi from the hotel to the police station, reported her identity, and the police registered her and took her to the office.

"Fighting, please sign here." The police officer said, "This is the diagnosis certificate issued by the other party. Yu Jiahang's injuries are relatively minor."

Yu Jiawei signed and glanced at it.

Zheng Siyu, male, 18 years old, suffered traumatic brain injury, the length of the injury was two centimeters.

Her eyes were fixed on the doctor's signature column for three seconds, and she asked the police officer: "Can I take a photo of it?"

"Can."

In the office, Yu Jiahang sat on a chair by the wall, his head lowered, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked the expression on his face.

When the door sounded, he raised his head, his eyes met Yu Jiawei's, and he opened his mouth silently: Sister.

Yu Jiawei walked to Yu Jiahang, stretched out her hand and pulled him up.

His hand grasped the boy's wrist bone, and he gasped.

Yu Jiawei glanced at his wrist, then looked up at the bruises on his face and the cracks at the corners of his mouth, "Been beaten?"

Yu Jiahang's eyes were full of resentment, and he raised his hand and made quick gestures, which was dizzying.

A sneer came from the side, "Mute."

Yu Jiawei turned her head around. On the other side, stood a young man with injuries on his face. He had windy red hair, gauze wrapped around his forehead, and was dressed in a fashionable fashion.

"A mute is a mute. He will be disabled for the rest of his life. What do you think I am doing? I am right."

Yu Jiahang was about to charge forward again, but Yu Jiawei grabbed his elbow and gave him a warning look.

The police officer yelled at the side: "Are you still causing trouble in the police station?"

The young man pocketed it nonchalantly and clicked his tongue.

At the door, a police officer called out: "Zheng Siyu, your family is here to pick you up."

Zheng Siyu walked out. As he walked, he stretched out his hand and gestured his middle finger downwards on his back.

Yu Jiahang almost rushed forward again.

To the right of the police station entrance, a black private car parked. A bodyguard in a black suit opened the car door for Zheng Siyu as he approached.

Zheng Siyu bent down and went in, "Uncle, thank you for troubling you to come all the way."

Chen Dongduo glanced over and glanced at the gauze on Zheng Siyu's forehead.

"I pretended to be fake, and there was no blood on the gauze."

Zheng Siyu chuckled, raised his hand and pulled off the gauze. His forehead was smooth and clean, with no injuries at all. "Thanks to Dr. Fang for issuing the certificate for me."

Chen Dongduo sneered coldly, "I'm used to you too."

His eyes fell on the other side of the car window. Yu Jiawei walked out of the door, with black pencil pants outlining her straight and beautiful legs.

Zheng Siyu looked over and said, "Uncle, which one suits your taste? She has a hot body and good looks." He whistled, "That little mute sister."

The wind ruffled the ends of Yu Jiawei's hair. She reached out to stop a taxi, skimmed the dark car's dark body wrap, got into the car, and gave the address of the hospital.

When Yu Jiahang heard this, he said in sign language: "Sister, no need, I'll just go to the drugstore to buy a bottle of spray."

Yu Jiawei glanced at him, "Doesn't your hand hurt?"

Yu Jiahang wilted and lowered his head.

When she arrived at the hospital, Yu Jiawei signed up for the surgical number, "I'll sign up for Fang Baixuan's specialist number."

There were quite a few people queuing up. While the number was being called, Yu Jiawei bought Yu Jiahang a bottle of water and asked the team leader for a day off.

Team leader: How are your customers doing?

When it comes to customers, Yu Jiawei gets a headache.

She replied: [It’s a little tricky.]

The team leader sent a voice message: [Give me the result before get off work today at the latest. The complaint has been sent to Mr. Pei. Do you still want to fight for the position of deputy team leader? 】

Yu Jiawei threw the phone into her pocket, took two deep breaths, took it out again, and replied: [I understand.]

She thought for a moment and then sent another WeChat message to the customer. A red exclamation mark appeared in the dialog box.

She was blocked.

The two words "garbage" above are glaring.

A female voice called an expert sounded overhead, and Yu Jiawei led Yu Jiahang to knock on the door of the expert's room.

Fang Baixuan, who was wearing a white coat, sat behind his desk, took the medical card from Yu Jiahang's hand, swiped it, and checked Yu Jiahang's wrist and facial contusions.

"It doesn't matter if the cartilage tissue of the wrist is bruised or the face is scratched. Be careful not to get wet." Fang Baixuan prescribed several medicines. "Go get the medicine."

He clicked the mouse: "Next."

But the woman standing in front of him still stood still.

Fang Baixuan frowned, "Do you have anything else?"

Yu Jiawei didn't say anything. She put her mobile phone on the desk and zoomed in on the photo on the phone screen with two fingers.
Chapter completed!