The green camphor tree has a deep view

In the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, Jiang Xueming moved all the luggage to the open space on one side of the lobby. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, found an empty seat on the bench against the wall, and sat down to rest for a while.

People were coming and going in the hospital, but Jiang Xueming was in no mood to pay attention. He just stared at the hospital gate, waiting for Zhu Yu to drive over to pick him up.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the door. Jiang Xueming blinked, thinking he was seeing things. When he looked carefully again, he found that it was indeed the person he knew.

"Mr. Song!" He greeted from a distance, with some surprise in his tone, "You are here at the hospital too?"

Song Jingshen saw him pause, then turned around and strode towards him.

"Did you come here with Zhu Yu?" He asked with a gentle expression, as if casually.

Jiang Xueming smiled a little embarrassedly, with some sweetness in his smile. He and Zhu Yu have been together for so many years, and the teachers and students in the Department of Electronics have become accustomed to the two of them sticking together. Unexpectedly, even Song Jingshen, who had just arrived, thought so.

"Well, I'm here to pick someone up." Jiang Xueming said, glancing at the luggage in front of him, "It's a lot of stuff, we need to drive."

Song Jingshen followed his line of sight and glanced at the several woven bags on the ground that were stretched to their deformed shapes. He frowned and asked, "Why is it so messy?"

"We don't have enough suitcases, so we bought a few woven bags at the door." Jiang Xueming smiled, "I'll unpack them when we get to the rental house, so they won't get damaged."

Song Jingshen hummed, and then thought of Wen Qing's tired face last night, and sighed slightly: "Where are you going to move your luggage? My car is at the door and can take you there."

"No, no, Zhu Yu will be here soon." Jiang Xueming waved his hands repeatedly and added, "Your car is too big, it will not be convenient for you to get in later."

Song Jingshen raised his eyebrows and said nothing more. He silently made a rough assessment of Wen Qing's current financial strength.

"Your hand...what's wrong with it?" Jiang Xueming asked, looking at his hand. He remembered that Song Jingshen was still playing tennis vigorously on the court a few days ago, so why was his right hand wrapped in gauze now?

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Song Jingshen smiled, stood with him for a while, and suddenly changed the subject.

"Xue Ming, do you have a prejudice against me?" He asked this suddenly, leaving Jiang Xue Ming a little stunned.

"Why did Mr. Song suddenly ask this?" Jiang Xueming smiled awkwardly, "I have no right to have a prejudice against you."

"Yeah." Song Jingshen nodded, glanced at the door, and then looked at Jiang Xueming, "In business, I don't think I'm a good person, but for scientific research and academics, I always keep a bottom line, that is, I don't falsify or play tricks."

Seeing Jiang Xueming looking up at him with a little surprise and surprise in his eyes, Song Jingshen paused and continued: "There is something you may know, but I still want to tell you in person."

"You say." Jiang Xueming said.

"The doctor I originally chose was you, not Zhao Jin. Gu Huaiyuan should have told you." Song Jingshen looked at him with a deep gaze, "I know you must have your reasons for not wanting to be with me, but I have never given up on fighting for you."

"Mr. Song, I... don't have any special reason, I just want to do some pure research." Jiang Xueming chose his words carefully and spoke stutteringly.

"Zhu Yu mentioned your interests," Song Jingshen nodded to show his understanding, "I heard from Zhu Yu that you have helped a lot with her team's work, but working on data is really a waste of your talent."

Jiang Xueming shook his head repeatedly and couldn't help but smiled, "It's not right not to help my own wife. Besides, there's a Wen Qing in her group who does very good data. She doesn't even look down on the work I do."

Hearing him casually praise Wen Qing, Song Jingshen was very pleased in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He continued to fight for Jiang Xueming: "Your strength is not in data processing. Mathematics is just a tool. It's enough. Maybe Zhu Yu has also told you that the base station project is speeding up and it is a time when we are short of manpower. As long as you change your mind, you can come to me at any time."

As they were talking, Zhu Yu walked quickly from the entrance of the hall and called Jiang Xueming from a distance. When he saw Song Jingshen standing next to Jiang Xueming, he was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"Mr. Song, you came at a great time. Are you here to help Wen Qing move as well?" Zhu Yu asked with a smile.

Song Jingshen glanced at the slender figure following Zhu Yu, raised his right arm slightly, and said, "It's not a coincidence. I'm injured and can't move things. I can drive a car."

Zhu Yu took a look at the woven bags on the ground, made a quick decision, turned around and said to Wen Qing: "My truck is small, and I can't carry so many in one trip. Why don't I ask Mr. Song to help? His truck is big, and he can do twice as much in one trip."

Wen Qing glanced at Song Jingshen's arm and asked hesitantly, "Have you finished examining Mr. Song's injury?"

"I've finished." Song Jingshen lied in front of Jiang Xueming, the eyewitness - he had just walked into the hospital lobby, how could he have "finished" it now?

Jiang Xueming glanced at Song Jingshen's face from the side, and then he changed his mind and tacitly did not expose him. Instead, he bent down, picked up a woven bag in one hand, and said to Wen Qing: "Let's do it. It's getting late, don't you still need to pick up your cousin?"

Wen Qing suddenly remembered that today was Friday and Jing Long's kindergarten was over at four o'clock, so it was already past two o'clock.

Seeing that she didn't object anymore, Jiang Xueming asked her and Zhu Yu to go to the ward to pick up Zhou Wen, and he and Song Jingshen were responsible for packing the luggage. Wen Qing nodded and went with Zhu Yu.

Seeing them enter the elevator, Song Jingshen slowly walked to Jiang Xueming's side, a smile on his face: "I'll remember what happened today, Dr. Jiang."

Jiang Xueming's face was calm, and he said lightly, "It's just a piece of cake." After a pause, he added, "If you really want to do something to her, no one can stop you. But she is a good girl, you'd better not hurt her."

Song Jingshen was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but wonder what he meant. However, Jiang Xueming dragged the woven bag without stopping and strode out of the hall door.

After a while, the trunk of the black G-Class was filled with woven bags. Song Jingshen pressed the remote control of the car key, and the trunk lid slowly fell down. The shiny car logo on the rear concealed the shabby interior.

After Jiang Xueming sat in the passenger seat, Song Jingshen started the car and drove to the hospital gate. As soon as he stopped, he saw Wen Qing and Zhu Yu supporting a woman wearing a mask and a hat, carefully moving out of the door.

Song Jingshen couldn't help but frown. On the day of the family meeting, Zhou Wen looked quite energetic, but how come she looked like she was dying after just a few days of not seeing her?

And she - he looked at Wen Qing's thin figure - she would rather take care of such a patient alone than accept his help!

The slender fingers holding the steering wheel turned pale, and Song Jingshen's eyes became more and more gloomy.

As if noticing his change in attitude, Jiang Xueming asked tentatively: "Let them take Zhu Yu's car?"

Before Song Jingshen could answer, he heard a gentle thank you from behind: "Thank you for coming here. You've been a great help."

Jiang Xueming turned his head and looked out of the half-open car window, only to see that the female patient had taken off her mask, revealing a soft face, smiling at him politely.

In addition to gratitude, that smile also contained a hint of sadness, and her sick posture was like the delicate ladies swaying in the wind in ancient paintings, which stunned Jiang Xueming for a moment.

"No... you're welcome. Please come in and sit down." He was about to get out of the car and wanted to help her open the back door.

"No, I'm a patient, it's not convenient for me to take such a nice car." Zhou Wen shook her head, "You should take your girlfriend's car."

"But my car is full of people. The back seat is full." Zhu Yu called Jiang Xueming, "Get off and take my car. Let Wen Qing and my aunt take the car."

"No, no, no..." Zhou Wen turned around and went to Zhu Yu's car, breaking away from Wen Qing's hand that was supporting her. "Qing'er, you take the big car, and I'll take Xiao Zhu's car."