"Me?" Lynch pointed at himself in surprise.

The doctor immediately understood that Jiang Ruoqing must have misunderstood, but he was able to get out of touch, so he immediately started the cheating mode and hurriedly pushed Lynch and said, "That's right, it's you, Dean Jiang told you to go in quickly."

Lynch glanced at the doctor with contempt and said coldly: "This phone doesn't seem to be mine, right?"

"Then whose phone is this? It's best to stand up now!" Jiang Ruoqing put down her brush and glanced at everyone coldly. The coldness in her eyes made all the doctors shudder.

The doctor was even more scared and shivered. He never expected that Jiang Ruoqing was really angry. Her cold aura was simply terrible. Moreover, Jiang Ruoqing fired people and never talked about any relationship.

"Well, Dean Jiang, this phone is his." The boy's legs were trembling, his tongue was knotted. After saying that, he turned his back and secretly clasped his fists at Lynch, and said pitifully: "This friend, please help me. I finally got into this hospital and I have to pay the mortgage every month, but I must not be fired..."

I have to say that Jiang Ruoqing's cold iceberg momentum is indeed a bit scary.

Even Lynch felt chills all over his body, as if the temperature around him had dropped sharply a few degrees.

"It seems wrong. Jiang Ruoqing's body seems to be stained with a ghost energy..." Lynch's eyelids jumped, and he secretly opened his divine eyes. He took a look, but saw a cold and black air around her, which was obviously extraordinary.

"Friend, can I treat you to dinner? Or maybe it's okay to take good health..." The doctor begged, almost kneeling down for Lynch.

"Forget it, look at your bear-like appearance, I'm afraid I'll be scared to death."

Lynch shook his hand in anger and then walked straight into the office.

After a normal person dies, his soul will enter the cycle of reincarnation, but for some reasons, some souls will become ghosts, and the aura of these ghosts is extremely cold.

Jiang Ruoqing now obviously had some contact with Yinhun, and was accidentally infected with these things.

But she was naturally cold and she would not feel anything. But this anger released these ghost energy. The doctor just now had a thin figure. If the yin energy entered the body, he would probably not be able to recover for a while.

However, Lynch was not afraid of these yin energy. He quietly used the Hunyuan Zhenqi to disperse the yin energy she had unintentionally released.

Jiang Ruoqing didn't know what was wrong. As soon as Lynch came over, her momentum seemed to be three points weaker.

The doctors present couldn't help but be slightly stunned. It was also very strange that as soon as Lynch entered, it seemed that Jiang Ruoqing was not so angry?

"Director Jiang, do I have any questions?" Lynch asked.

Jiang Ruoqing came to her senses and glared at Lynch and said, "Why do you have to use your phone to take a secret photo?"

Lynch shrugged and said, "I said this phone is not mine, do you believe it?"

"So, are you here to learn painting?" Jiang Ruoqing changed her tone and suddenly said, "Yes, since you also know ink painting, then tell me, what is the most basic thing in ink painting?"

This made Lynch stump. He didn't come to learn how to draw, but he just saw her painting seriously and didn't come up to disturb her.

However, when Lynch's eyes fell on the rice paper on the drawing board, he suddenly said, "I can't draw, but I know there is something missing in your painting."

"Oh? What's missing in my painting?"

Qiao Bing glanced at Lynch with interest.

He liked painting since he was a child. Although he studied medicine, he has been painting every day for so many years. Her paintings have also participated in large exhibitions and have been praised by contemporary painters. Many people want to worship her as their teacher.

But to this day, no one has ever said that there is anything missing in her paintings.

"Although I have never painted it, I know that if a painting is unforgettable, it must have a soul." Lynch said in a good manner.

"What do you mean is that I lack soul in the painting?" This is the first time Jiang Ruoqing has heard such an interesting answer.

"That's right, something can survive with a soul. No words, it's just a dead thing, no meaning!" Lynch said lightly.

In fact, the paintings made by Jiang Ruoqing are already very good, especially the one she just drew.

In the sunset scenery by the sea, seagulls soar, the waves are like white flowers, the red sun hangs, and the sea is quiet. On the beach by the sea, there is also a girl in a gauze dress, with a graceful figure, swaying in the beautiful scenery of the intersecting sea and sky, staring into the distance, with her hair flying, and beautiful and beautiful.

Even if the master wants to say a good word in this ink painting, Lynch still blames it for not enough.

The doctor who was watching the fun outside the door was suddenly dissatisfied, especially the person who painted the painting was still the goddess Jiang Ruoqing in their minds.

"Director Jiang, I think this kid is clearly talking nonsense."

"That's right, how can this painting draw the soul?"

"He said he had never painted it, but I think he was deliberately pretending."

There was a sense of discomfort in the noise.

Jiang Ruoqing couldn't help but raise her hand and said, "Ying Jing, let me hear what he said."

Lynch pointed to the painting and smiled slightly, "If I guess correctly, the woman in this painting is like you, it should be the one who paints you."

"Yes, every painter will subconsciously bring himself into the painting." Jiang Ruoqing nodded. The scenery in this painting is beautiful, peaceful and natural, and unrestrained, which is exactly what she wants.

"It's a pity that this painting only focuses on form and has no emotions." Lynch said lightly.

"emotion?"

Jiang Ruoqing couldn't help but be stunned. These two words were extremely unfamiliar to her. She was cold by nature, and she had never been in love before, and she didn't know how to express her emotions.

"Yes, only emotions can make this painting come alive." Lynch said.

"I think what you said is too mysterious. Drawing only requires expressing what you want. Why do you need to add feelings?" Jiang Ruoqing shook her head and said.

"You don't understand. Things with emotions and things without emotions are completely different. This is where the soul in the painting is."

Jiang Ruoqing became more and more confused as she heard it, and she couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Can you still make this painting have a soul?"

"Director Jiang, how about we bet?" Lynch suddenly said with a smile.

"How to bet?"

"If I could give this painting a soul, how about you give me a hug?"

"You!" Jiang Ruoqing's face suddenly turned cold and frost. She didn't expect that Lin Qi would make such an excessive request, not to mention that there were so many doctors watching here.

"Director Jiang, you drive this person away."

"Yes, he is here to make trouble. How could Hua have any soul?"

"Pretending to be a fool, to put it bluntly, it's just teasing our Dean Jiang, a shameless guy."

When these doctors heard Lynch’s request, their eyes turned red. Jiang Ruoqing’s clean body could not be desecrated!

However, Jiang Ruoqing has loved painting all her life. In order to improve her painting skills, she once traveled through mountains and rivers to visit famous teachers in the mountains.

She hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I can bet with you, but if you want to fool people, I believe everyone will blow you out."

"Yes." Lynch nodded and asked, "Do you have water?"

"Only mineral water." Jiang Ruoqing threw a bottle of water under her feet.
Chapter completed!