After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  Chapter 133 The second brother invites you to dinner

  Everything was like a coincidence. Nan Qiao didn't expect to meet Murong Zheng after being dragged away, but also met Nan Jin.

  Nan Qiao didn't speak, and gently raised her feet to stand not far from the hospital bed, just enough to see Nan Jin's situation in her eyes.

   "I shouldn't—hiss!" Nan Jin was in the middle of speaking, when the pain suddenly became so severe that he almost cried out.

  He wanted to explain what happened before, but then he felt a cold needle pierce his leg, which made him interrupt what he wanted to say.

   Murong Zheng looked at the chattering Nan Jin, and slowly injected the liquid in the syringe into the person's body.

   Really noisy.

  Seeing the person stop talking, Murong Zheng relaxed his frown slightly.

   It's just that Nan Jin's willpower is stronger than Murong Zheng thought. Enduring the pain, he looked at the position where Nan Qiao was standing just now.

  Clearly knowing that he couldn't see it, but he still stared at that place persistently.

"I believed Nan Zhi's words at the beginning, and I couldn't help but blame you for everything, and I just blamed you." He tried his best to keep his voice down, but his throat was so tight that he could still hear people crying because of the pain when he listened carefully. trembling.

   "I don't expect you to forgive me..." Nan Jin took a deep breath with a bitter tone. "Just, I just want to ask you to give me a chance to make up for it."

   This matter has always been a knot in Nan Jin's heart.

   Hypocrisy.

  Murong Zheng stood by and looked at the painful expression on Nan Jin's face, and these two words slowly came out of his heart.

  Just relying on Nan Jin's description in a few words, Murong Zheng can outline how difficult Nan Qiao's previous life was.

  He snorted, which was very obvious in the quiet research room, but Nan Jin was so focused on Nan Qiao that he didn't notice it at all.

  In Murong Zheng's view, Nan Qiao is obviously living a carefree life now, and doesn't need any so-called "compensation" at all. The appearance of Nan Jin will only remind Nan Qiao of those bad memories, causing troubles to people.

  Such behavior, isn’t it considered secondary harm?

   For no reason, Murong Zheng glanced at Nan Qiao, seeing the cold expression on the other side, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

   Nan Qiao narrowed her eyes, she never thought that Nan Jin would mention this.

  The other party's expression was sincere, and it didn't look like a fake, but for the Nan family, that was the past that Nan Qiao didn't want to mention.

  Nan Qiao took a deep breath, suppressing the bad memories that started to roll in his mind.

  She subconsciously wanted to make it clear to others decisively, and also hoped that Nan Jin would stop looking for her, but seeing Nan Jin's sickness now, her cold tone softened somehow.

   "You should take care of yourself first." She didn't want to mention these things again, but what she said fell into Nan Jin's ears, as if it had a different taste.

  He smiled happily, and when he heard people talk about him, he felt that Nan Qiao had been softened by him, and he was awkwardly caring about himself.

  Nan Jin bent her eyes, and a few more smiles appeared on her pale face, and she seemed much happier.

   It's just that Murong Zheng is not so happy.

  If it was normal, Murong Zheng wouldn't care much about what the patient said, and he wouldn't answer anyway.

  But today is different, Nan Jin's enthusiasm for Nan Qiao makes Murong Zheng feel that Nan Qiao is extremely noisy.

  Nan Qiao touched her arm and glanced at the temperature of the air conditioner. It was clearly not low, but she felt a little cold.

   "If you don't want to be paralyzed, relax." Murong Zheng's voice came out of the mask and fell in Nan Jin's ears, giving him the illusion that he was colder than before.

   Before anyone could react, Murong Zheng exerted force on the two hands on Nan Jin's legs, and then heard a crisp sound.

"Well!"

  Unbearable pain came from the wound, Nan Jin clenched her teeth subconsciously, not wanting to let out a cry of pain, showing her weak side in front of Nan Qiao.

   "You go out first to avoid contagion."

  Seeing that Nan Jin's face turned pale from the pain, Murong Zheng withdrew his hand in satisfaction and spit out a sentence.

  Hearing what Murong Zheng said, Nan Jin subconsciously wanted to call Nan Qiao. After all, he still had a lot to say to others, but it was followed by another pain, which made Nan Jin shut his mouth tightly.

  Nan Qiao realized that this sentence was said to himself, so he didn't say anything, just nodded and left the room.

   Coincidentally, she didn't want to talk to Nan Jin either.

  Nan Jin was in so much pain that she didn't dare to open her mouth, so she could only watch the person leave, feeling extremely aggrieved.

  When Murong Zheng saw this expression, he felt a little bit happier.

   I didn't know what happened inside, but after waiting for a long time, Murong Zheng came out.

  Through the crack of the door that was not closed, Nan Qiao saw Nan Jin who seemed to have fallen asleep inside.

   "Second brother, you won't be infected, right?"

  As soon as Murong Zheng went out, he heard Nan Qiao asking him.

  Caring about him first when seeing people, Murong Zheng's mood improved a lot.

   "This disease is not so contagious."

   Murong Zheng, who was in a rare good mood, even added a few words to his words.

  Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows when he heard people say that, and couldn't stop thinking for a moment.

   It's not so contagious, why let her out?

  She felt as if she had discovered something, but she didn't say anything when she saw that her second brother was in a good mood.

   Just taking advantage of the time when people were inside, Nan Qiao also had some guesses about Murong Zheng's research.

   "Are you working on this?"

Nan Qiao asked, and couldn't stop looking at the photos on the wall. The whole wall was pasted with various bone photos and X-rays, many of which were marked. Looking at the obviously problematic leg, Nan Qiao felt that he had already got the answer.

   "New disease, research it."

  Murong Zheng nodded in recognition.

In the past half a month, the hospital discovered a brand-new disease. The symptoms were that most of the patient's wounds showed signs of decay, and after scraping off the carrion, there was a tendency to spread to the bones, causing more serious symptoms. Symptoms, severe is unable to move and may even undergo amputation.

After several investigations, the cause could not be found and effective treatment could not be carried out. The Central Hospital had no choice but to ask Murong Zheng to help. After all, the bones were involved, and Murong Zheng was a rare genius. The method is also uncertain.

   When it comes to professional knowledge, Nan Qiao doesn't know what to say, so he can only respond silently.

   Fortunately, Murong Zheng didn't feel embarrassed at all. He didn't get a response from Nan Qiao and didn't respond. He directly put the rotten flesh sample he had just taken from Nan Jin's leg aside for low-temperature preservation.

   Regarding this disease, Murong Zheng has not made any major breakthroughs yet.

   And Nan Qiao also took out his mobile phone and sent a message to An Nuo. Just now, he was only looking at Nan Jin and Murong Zheng, and almost forgot that An Nuo was still outside.

  She hurriedly asked worriedly where he was now, An Nuo was in a wheelchair, and Nan Qiao was afraid that something would happen to him.

   Fortunately, there was a quick reply, saying that after Nan Qiao was taken away, a kind nurse came to help her.

   "Dinner, are you going?"

   Nan Qiao, who was typing and communicating with someone, obviously didn't realize that Murong Zheng was approaching. He didn't even catch Nan Qiao's attention until the other party came in front of him and made a sound.

   "Huh?" Nan Qiao responded.

  She subconsciously raised her head to look at the tall Murong Zheng. From this angle, she even had to raise her head to meet his eyes.

   "Eat." Murong Zheng repeated impatiently.

  Although he still wanted to continue researching here, when the people inside woke up later and had to talk to Nan Qiao again, Murong Zheng immediately dismissed this idea.