Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Li Wenyan smiled at Jiang Qing, his eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, looking very friendly.

But he did not hand the pen and paper he had prepared to Jiang Qing. Instead, he gently patted the spot at the end of the bed where the sun shone, tilted his head and looked at Jiang Qing: "Is it okay for me to sit here?"

Jiang Qing neither moved nor spoke, and there was no response.

Li Wenyan did not feel anything was wrong. He turned around, moved a wooden chair provided by the hospital, sat down and started painting.

What do you mean?

Jiang Qing looked up suspiciously at Li Wenyan who was behaving strangely in front of him. Could it be that the psychiatrist also had mental problems?

Li Wenyan wrote very quickly, and every stroke seemed to be under his control. Not long after, he tore off the first page of paper and handed it to Jiang Qing. He held the thin paper between his slender fingertips. When he stretched out his hand, a gust of wind was raised, and the strong smell of disinfectant penetrated into Jiang Qing's nostrils.

Jiang Qing took the drawing paper without saying a word. Li Wenyan drew a sketch of Jiang Qing.

The brushstrokes are clear and crisp, not appearing too messy. The thin Jiang Qing is leaning on the bed, his eyes looking straight in the direction of the painting.

"Like it?"

Li Wenyan stood up from the wooden chair and moved closer to the head of the bed, but did not sit down. Instead, he stood beside Jiang Qing.

"…Thanks."

"Ah... if you didn't say you like it, then that means you don't like it."

As Li Wenyan spoke, he looked up at the ceiling, and a sinister gleam flashed across his eyes.

When he lowered his head and looked at Jiang Qing again, he had regained his gentle appearance. He still had a friendly smile on his face, but he ruthlessly took away the sketch he had just handed to Jiang Qing.

"Tomorrow, I'll draw you another satisfactory one, okay?"

Jiang Qing didn't say anything else, just nodded.

Li Wenyan's smile deepened. He placed the painting back on the notebook, turned around and left the ward.

It seemed that he came here just to paint a picture for Jiang Qing.

Li Wenyan walked out of the ward and walked back to his own clinic. His office had a simple layout, with a desk in front and a trash can next to it. He walked towards the desk without any pause, while grasping the sketch in his hand, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

When it was time for Jiang Qing to change her dressing, the nurse came in with a tray and helped her remove the gauze bit by bit, revealing the hideous wound inside. Because the skin and flesh had been turned inside out when she was sent to the hospital, Jiang Qing was subsequently given more than a dozen stitches.

Jiang Qing quickly accepted the wound. After all, she had just come out of a doomsday world full of zombies.

"Don't use this hand anymore, okay?" The nurse rewrapped the gauze and said to Jiang Qing earnestly, "The stitches look a little bit broken, don't use too much force to hurt yourself."

Jiang Qing smiled at the nurse and remained silent.

In the last world, she wanted to speak but ended up being mute. In this world, her personality has become taciturn.

After the dressing was changed, the detective guarding her brought her two test sheets for her to fill out, using a black crayon that was easily broken.

Jiang Qing recalled some memories of her original body. In the room full of splattered blood, she grabbed the boy's hand holding the bone-chopping knife, chopped her arm hard, then pushed him to the ground and picked up the fallen bone-chopping knife.

She silently wiped the fingerprints off the handle of the knife with her sleeve, and finally held it tightly with her own hand.

The young man was stunned, and Jiang Qing looked at him with his slightly lighter eyes, and said seriously: "You won't be caught, I will go to jail for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the old residential area, followed by a continuous sound of police sirens. The boy was forced to the ground by the back of Jiang Qing's bone-cutting knife.