Tang Qingqian chuckled: "Wen Lan, didn't you say you were responsible for me, but now you don't even dare to answer her call?"
She was wearing a suspender skirt and stepped on Qin Feng's lower abdomen with a little force: "Hurry up!"
Qin Feng took a deep breath and answered the phone: "Sister Lan."
"Xiao Feng, are you okay?"
Wen Lan's voice is full of magnetism, like a breeze blowing through her earlobes.
"Well, I'm fine."
Qin Feng nodded subconsciously: "Last night..."
"Are you free at noon?" Wen Lan asked.
"It should be fine."
Qin Feng thought for a while and said truthfully.
"Let's have lunch together and I'll send you the address later."
Wen Lan was about to hang up the phone when she suddenly said: "Give the phone to Qing Qian."
Qin Feng handed the phone to Tang Qingqian: "It's for you."
"What else can you say?" Tang Qingqian sounded impatient.
"I just want to tell you one thing."
Wen Lan spoke in a low tone: "You can act silly, but don't bring Qin Feng with you. He shouldn't get involved in your affairs. You should know how dangerous last night was."
"Yes, he is dangerous, but I am not!"
Tang Qingqian asked back: "Call Yan Qing now. I will not marry Yan Zihao. Let their family give up on this idea."
"Tang Qingqian, have you ever had any trouble? Is this something that can be resolved with a phone call?"
Tang Qingqian sneered stubbornly: "I haven't made enough trouble, I plan to marry Qin Feng, and I will get the certificate from him tomorrow!"
With that said, she ignored the shocked tone, hung up the phone and threw it aside.
After doing this, she seemed to be liberated.
He lowered his head in despair, curled up on the bed, and cried softly.
Qin Feng had a dull look on his face, not knowing how things got to this point.
He didn't know what was wrong with Tang Qingqian, and he didn't know how to comfort her.
After crying for a while, Qin Feng found a tissue and handed it to her.
Tang Qingqian raised her head with pear blossoms in the rain: "Qin Feng, you have made me miserable, and I will live a miserable life with you."
Qin Feng was stunned: "Do you really want to marry me?"
Tang Qingqian's beautiful eyes were cold: "How dare you go back on your word?"
Looking at the stubborn eyes of the imperial sister in front of him, Qin Feng opened his mouth and his mind went blank.
"roll!"
Tang Qingqian got out of bed, grabbed his arm, opened the door, and pushed him out: "Get out! I don't want to see you!"
"How come this woman can fall out of love faster than she can flip through a book?"
Qin Feng muttered, and then noticed that the corridor was full of young nurses and female doctors who had just gotten up, looking at him with shock and gossip.
"Idiot!"
He screamed, covered his face and ran away.
The morning was uneventful, Qin Feng spent most of the time in Zhang Qingyuan's ward.
When he learned that Qin Feng was the miracle doctor who treated him, Zhang Qingyuan was shocked for a long time before he regained his consciousness.
"Taiyi Divine Needle, Guanyin Hand."
He looked at Qin Feng who was sitting in a chair in a daze: "What is your relationship with the Qin family of the four major medicine clans in Shangjing?"
Qin Feng just raised his head and said nothing.
Zhang Qingyuan smiled bitterly: "Are you broken up in love? Or do you still have a crush on someone else's girl? Do you need me to help you with your matchmaking?"
He likes Qin Feng very much. First, because of the loss of ancient Chinese medicine, he sees hope in this young man.
The second is Qin Fan's character of not fighting or grabbing, which makes him vaguely want to accept disciples.
"How long until I can be discharged from the hospital?" he asked again.
Qin Feng subconsciously replied: "Three to five days. If you recover well, you can be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow."
"Have you ever thought about going to Beijing with me?"
Zhang Qingyuan looked at him: "Mr. Ning admires you very much. You have a great platform to go to Beijing and a high starting point, which will be very helpful for your future life."
Qin Feng then raised his head and found Zhang Qingyuan's eyes full of sincerity.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I have no plans for the moment. My mother is still in the county seat and I don't want to go too far."
Qin Feng stood up and looked at the time: "It's time for me to get off work. Mr. Zhang has a good rest."
He sat half-heartedly all morning, just struggling for time, thinking about how to explain it to Wen Lan when he went to see him later.
"Da da da!" With the sound of high heels hitting the floor, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Tang Qingqian walked in with an impeccable temperament in a white coat.
She has long hair, a beautiful face, and amazingly long legs.
Anyone who sees Tang Qingqian will have a feeling in their heart: goddess.
Her beautiful eyes were cold. After entering the room, she first said hello to Zhang Qingyuan, then put her hands in her pockets and stared at Qin Feng.
"The emergency department on the fifth floor needs thirty oxygen bottles. You can send them up now."
Qin Feng was stunned: "It's time to get off work, Director Tang, I still have something to do."
“What can be greater than the patient?”
Tang Qingqian's pretty face sank: "Don't you know these oxygen tanks are life-saving tools for patients!"
"Even the big things should wait until the move is completed before leaving."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out. When she reached the door, she paused: "There are many people at noon. Please take the stairs and don't affect other patients' use of the elevator."
She put her fingertips on Qin Feng's eyebrows: "You are not allowed to leave until you finish moving."