Wen Qi rushed in and saw He Jie staring at her own blood-stained fingers with tears in her eyes.

  "It's all over, and my fingers are also ruined."

  Fortunately, the wound was not serious, and she went out to find a first-aid kit to bandage it.

  In front of the dinner table, Wen Qi stared blankly at the dishes on the table, but couldn't find one that she could eat.

  "What are you staring at? Let's eat!" He Jie was excited, she didn't even bother to remove her apron. She was always extremely confident in this aspect, for example, she was very satisfied with the dishes she made.

  Wen Qi picked up a pair of chopsticks and put the dish into her mouth with a heroic expression, swallowing it down without chewing much.

  The taste is still as always indescribable.

  A pungent and strange smell stimulated Wen Qi's sense of taste, she drank several big mouthfuls of water before recovering, "Cough, too spicy."

  "Then, have some congee."

  He Jie, with a band-aid on her little finger, brought over a bowl of porridge for Wen Qi. Wen Qi carefully examined it and found that among all the dishes on the table, only this porridge looked normal, but somehow the flavor didn't seem like something He Jie could make.

  "Yesterday evening, you called me on the phone, why didn't you say you were in the village? And still being polite with me?" He Jie picked up her chopsticks and probably felt at a loss for words too, so she just ladled some porridge into her bowl to drink.

  Wen Qi brushed through Weibo, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but laugh: "I'm really doing nothing."

  "You said you're in danger and I shouldn't go save you? This time you're fine, but what about next time? What if something happens, it'll be too late for regrets!"

  "Don't worry, there won't be a next time, I've learned my lesson." Wen Qi thought about yesterday's events and felt more and more frightened. When she recalled the conversation between Li Xin and Wang Hua in the middle of the night, her back felt chilled to the bone.

  If Xia Wei and they hadn't arrived in time, she might have really spent the rest of her life in that village.

  "It's really a case of 'poor mountains and evil waters producing rebellious people', what era are we in now that this kind of thing is still happening?"

  He Jie's eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

  "I won't go again from now on." Wen Qi let out a long sigh and didn't have the heart to eat anymore.

  The relationship between He and Mingzhen has been lukewarm lately, and with what happened yesterday, the chaotic scene would be unbearable for anyone.

  Yes, otherwise he wouldn't have left so early, without even waiting for her to wake up.

  The only possibility is that He Mingzhen was also anxious. He has severe mysophobia and may be the same with emotions.

  Wen Qi flipped through her phone's interface to WeChat, and in the conversation window with He Mingzhen, she quickly typed a few words: Thanks for yesterday.

  But she didn't send it out, hesitated for a moment on the send button, and finally chose to delete.

  Today, according to reason, Wen Qi should have gone to work. Wen Jianzhong had arranged a job for her before his death. At that time, she had to persuade Wen Jianzhong with great effort to let her go to the hospital where He Mingzhen was located.

  At that time, I thought it was beautiful, always thinking that as long as I could get a little closer to him, everything would be fine. But now, the situation is a complete mess.

  After seeing off He Jie, she fell into endless entanglements again.

  The next day at the hospital, Wen Qi first found her father's old friend from before, Song Yuan. She was able to enter this hospital thanks to Song Yuan.

  Song Yuan warmly received her and after introducing his work, took Wen Qi on a tour around the hospital.

  "In a new environment, it's inevitable to feel uncomfortable. If there's anything you need, just come find Uncle Song."

  Wen Qi nodded, "It's already a lot of trouble for you to work here."

  "You little girl, what else do you need to say to me? I've watched you grow up, and your aunt and I have always treated you like our own daughter. Whatever you need, just say it, your father is not here, I should be the one taking care of you."

  "Don't worry, if there's really anything you need, I'll definitely help you out."

  Wen Qi accompanied by a smile, chatted with him for a few words, and Song Yuan went to attend the meeting again. She walked out of the elevator, passed by He Mingzhen's clinic, and her eyes involuntarily glanced inside.

  Nobody is there, He Mingzhen is not around.

  Shouldn't you be seeing patients at this time? Where can I go if you're not here now?