Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

At first glance, Song Pingqing seemed to sleep very late, but in fact it was less than ten o'clock when he finished packing and went to rest yesterday.

Although six hours of sleep is not enough, it is enough to stay awake and busy.

Song Pingqing drove all the way to the place Murong Xue sent her in a text message, only to realize that what she meant by "taking Shen Wushuang for a check-up" did not seem to mean a hospital, but a private sanatorium.

This is really getting further and further out of the city.

Song Pingqing was not very familiar with the road, so it was inevitable that he was delayed a little longer on the road.

As soon as you turn into the internal road entrance of the hospital, there is a security booth with extremely strict inspections.

The car in front of them was stopped. Song Pingqing was about to put the car in neutral and park for a while when another security guard, who was 1.9 meters tall and had a strong build, guided them in from the other side.

There is no need to think about it, it must be Murong Xue who arranged for someone to give notice in advance.

To enter the main area of ​​the sanatorium from here, you have to drive through a forest of tall trees.

This section of the journey is about five or six hundred meters long. The road is extremely wide, with a runway on the side. There are also several electronic signs on both sides responsible for checking the mileage, as well as water tanks for direct drinking water.

After driving all the way through like this, when you see the gray-white main building complex, you will already have a sense of tranquility and isolation from the world.

There was another big door, which was opened when I saw their license plate number clearly.

Song Pingqing drove attentively, secretly complaining in his heart: No wonder some novels have heroines who can't escape from the hero or who are sent to a sanatorium arranged by their parents.

It is very difficult to escape without some special training. Just take the dense surveillance with no blind spots as an example. Just avoiding surveillance is a technical job.

This was probably the first time that Shen Wushuang had seen such a sanatorium. Although she tried her best to remain calm, her gaze that occasionally lingered on a few places still made people feel her emotions.

After all, this place does not look like a hospital, but more like a modern manor. The air does not have the typical smell of disinfectant in a hospital, but rather the fragrance emanating from the gardens on both sides.

Song Pingqing still handed the car keys to the other party and gave a tip. When he turned around, someone came to take it.

The nurse in a light blue uniform had a very pretty face. She took Shen Wushuang's ID with both hands and spoke softly:

"I'm going to check you in. Do you have any room requirements? Are there any common allergens?"

After Shen Wushuang answered all the questions, the nurse did not turn around immediately, but took a few steps back before quickly going to handle the formalities.

Seeing Song Pingqing looking around, Murongxue simply said, "Before Grandpa died, the medical resources he transferred were from here."

"I said that nurse uniform looked familiar." Song Pingqing nodded.

The furniture in the ward here is not dominated by dazzling pure white, but warm white and beige to soften the senses. The structure of one bedroom and one living room looks inexplicably creamy.

When the three of them walked into the ward, a bunch of fresh lilies had been placed on the table in the living room, with a few drops of crystal water on the petals.

For this examination, Shen Wushuang has been fasting and abstaining from water since last night, and any blood tests that can be done in the ward will also be completed in the ward.

"Come on, it's such a nice place, you young people should go and do what you should do." Shen Wushuang smiled and started to drive people away, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

It is a kind of confusion and bewilderment about one's own illness and future.

Alas...forty years old is indeed an age when life is in full bloom.

Shen Wushuang has not married or had children in these years. Although she has had several male companions, they have come and gone, and there is always a lack of kinship between them.

"There are several other tests to be done today. We will accompany you to do them before we leave."

Song Pingqing walked to the side, took out some milk from the cupboard, and handed a bottle to Murong Xue: "I haven't had breakfast yet, drink something first."

Murong Xue opened it and was about to pass it to Shen Wushuang, but she saw Shen Wushuang shook his head: "The doctor said before that I need to control my intake of these foods."

Long after Song Pingqing revealed some of his intuition to Murong Xue, Murong Xue sent many people to investigate.

Judging from the feedback received in the past two days, there is indeed something unusual about Shen Wushuang's illness.

However, before the official test results come out, it is not appropriate to say such things to the person concerned, so as to avoid false joy and further worsening the condition.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding without saying anything.

The nurse in charge of Shen Wushuang's ward knocked on the door and said to Shen Wushuang:

"The preliminary blood test has been sent to the laboratory for expedited analysis, and the results will be available this afternoon. Several in-depth tests require going to a specialized department, which is already prepared. Let me take you there."

Those who can work in such private nursing homes not only have good family conditions but also have very good personal skills.

Song Pingqing and Murong Xue could not follow in, so they could only sit on a bench outside and wait.

Looking at the purple flowers blooming all over the garden, Song Pingqing's hands began to itch. He reached out and plucked one, and was about to put it in Murong Xue's hair.

"Stop it. I'm annoyed." Murong Xue dodged.

"Who's making trouble? It's really beautiful." Seeing that she really didn't want to, Song Pingqing had to give up and threw the little flower back into the flowers. "Relax a little, don't be so nervous."

"I'm not nervous." Murongxue leaned back in her chair and looked up at Song Pingqing, "I'm just wondering if there are any useful people in Shenzhen."

Song Pingqing paused for a moment: "Do you want to solve it all at once?"

She originally thought that Murong Xue's help to Shen Wushuang would stop at accompanying her to complete the examination in the hospital.

After all, Shen Wushuang is an adult who has been in society for many years. He is not like a child who needs help from others to make decisions on everything.

"Yes, if we want to help, we must help to the end."

Although Murong Xue's eyes fell on Song Pingqing, her thoughts drifted through her to a faraway place: "I think Aunt Shen probably doesn't have anyone very reliable around her."

People who can be trusted may not necessarily have the ability, and people who are able may not necessarily be trustworthy.

Otherwise, such a big trap would not have been set up by others.

Song Pingqing was about to say something when the nurse in the department came out first: "Shen Wushuang's family member, right? Come to the printing room over here to get the film."

Isn't this too fast? !

Neither of them spoke anymore. Murong Xue went to pick up Shen Wushuang, and Song Pingqing went to get the film. They each went about their own business in tacit understanding.

"The film looks good, there's nothing wrong with it." The doctor in the printing room handed the film to Song Pingqing, "I wish her good health."

Song Pingqing simply thanked him, took the film and went out.

"Congratulations, Aunt Shen." Song Pingqing waved the bag in his hand towards the two people who were walking towards him, "You are very healthy."

Shen Wushuang's steps suddenly stopped.