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   It's just that she still doesn't know who that person is.

  Thinking about Nan's family, Murong Qiao subconsciously thought of Nan Jin whom he had seen in the hospital before.

  The last time I saw Nan Jin lying on the bed, I met him by accident.

  Thinking of this, Murong Qiao's mind once again saw Nan Jin lying on the hospital bed and looking at her eyes shining, and suddenly couldn't help feeling soft.

  His illness looks very serious, but he is lying alone in the hospital, maybe there is no one to visit him...

  Murong Qiao also thought of Nan Jin's falling out with Nan's family before, and even thought that the people in Nan's family might not know what happened to Nan Jin.

  Murong Qiao immediately decided to go to the hospital.

   Think of it as looking for the second brother, and take a look at Nan Jin by the way.

  Murong Qiao thought to himself, seeing that his second brother was always busy with research, he asked the kitchen to make a chicken soup and took it to the hospital.

  Same as last time, Murong Qiao is very familiar with Murong Zheng's office.

   "Second brother!" Murong Qiao knocked on the door and came in, raising his voice to greet Murong Zheng.

  Seeing Murong Qiao appear here, Murong Zheng glanced at her in surprise, and then moved the tip of his nose, smelling the strong fragrance in the air.

   "The chicken soup I brought you." Seeing that his eyes fell on his hands, Murong Qiao quickly put the chicken soup brought over on the table and opened it.

  The insulation bag she used, when she opened the lid, she could smell a mellow and delicious smell, which could not help arousing people's appetite.

   "I don't eat chopped green onion, and this chicken soup is very oily, which has exceeded my daily intake." Seeing the sporadic green on the soup, Murong Zheng spoke in the usual style.

  Murong Qiao raised her eyebrows, but she wasn't annoyed. Anyway, she had made sufficient mental preparations before coming, and she was gradually getting used to Murong Zheng's style.

   "The seasoning and spices used exceeded the standard," Murong Zheng sat motionless in his seat, without the slightest wave of emotion in his words. "In the end, chicken broth doesn't have a lot of nutritional value."

   Didn't expect her good intentions to be so picky and useless, Murong Qiao was forced to listen to Murong Zheng pick and choose the chicken soup he brought, and was also a little speechless.

   Knowing Murong Zheng's habits, Murong Qiao was a little helpless, and even felt that it was really rare for the second brother to maintain this style until now.

   "If you don't drink it, I'll take the chicken soup away." Since Murong Zheng doesn't like it, Murong Qiao doesn't intend to waste it.

  She puffed her cheeks angrily, and reached out to take it away.

   As a result, just as the lid was screwed on, Murong Zheng held down his hand before taking it away.

   "You don't take back what you give away." Murong Zheng said it as a matter of course, and then put the chicken soup aside very naturally.

   Before Murong Qiao could react, he watched his second brother put the chicken soup on the shelf next to him, looking at the height, as if he was afraid that he would be able to take it away.

  It's amazing to be tall.

  Seeing the other party accept the chicken soup, Murong Qiao couldn't help turning his head to the side and chuckling.

  Second brother is still a little cute.

   "I'm going to the bathroom." Murong Qiao found an excuse to go out.

  Murong Qiao walked out of the second brother's office, stood at the door and paused for two seconds, then walked towards the other side of the corridor.

  Nan Jin's ward is over there.

  Murong Qiao walked lightly, slowly approaching Nan Jin's ward, looking in through the transparent glass window through the corner, and saw Nan Jin's existence almost immediately.

   I haven't seen him for a while, and the other party seems to have changed a lot.

  Nan Jin was still wearing the hospital gown, but she looked more empty than when Murong Qiao saw him last time, her figure seemed to be a little thinner, and even the complexion on her face didn't look very good.

  The only exposed skin is the back of the hand where the drip is applied. The blue blood vessels are particularly prominent, and the complexion is pale and somewhat unhealthy.

  Murong Qiao found an angle where the other party would not notice and watched Nan Jin silently. The other party was lying quietly on the bed at this moment, seemingly asleep.

   Seeing Nan Jin's haggard look, Murong Qiao couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was feeling.

  She subconsciously felt the pleasure of revenge. Seeing how weak Nan Jin was now, she felt that the other party had received what she deserved.

  But then he realized that Nan Jin and himself were also brothers and sisters, and couldn't help but want to sigh. It was supposed to be a close relationship, but in the end it turned into the current scene.

  Murong Qiao stood there silent for a moment, the last thing that came to mind was Nan Jin's eyes that suddenly lit up when he saw him last time.

  The light was too dazzling for her to forget.

   It's just that Murong Qiao always keeps Nan Jin and his past actions in mind.

   "Miss, do you want to visit?" A nurse's friendly voice woke Murong Qiao from his thoughts.

  She glanced at Nan Jin who was still sleeping, then shook her head. She had no plan to meet Nan Jin.

  The nurse saw that Murong Qiao was not a family member, so she didn't pay much attention and continued to do her own thing.

  The nurse walked through the corridor, came to the door of an office, and knocked on the door politely.

   "Come in." A cold voice sounded from inside.

   "Doctor Murong, these are the sample materials you want." The nurse opened the door and went in, and neatly placed the materials in her hands on Murong Zheng's desk.

   It was just the faint fragrance in the air that made the nurse startled, and couldn't help sniffing her nose.

  This taste is chicken soup...?

   "You can go out now." Seeing the nurse standing there motionless, Murong Zheng said expressionlessly.

  The nurse was instantly pulled back from her thoughts by Murong Zheng's voice, said sorry quickly, and pushed out of Murong Zheng's office.

   Probably my own illusion, how could a person like Dr. Murong drink chicken soup.

  The nurse shook her head and left along the way she came.

  Seeing that the door was closed, Murong Zheng took out the chicken soup that had just been opened a little bit from the cabinet, and placed it in front of him.

  He took a sip, and a disgusted expression appeared on his face, but he didn't stop drinking the soup.

  If you drink too much chicken soup, you will get tired, and Murong Qiao didn't bring much, so Murong Zheng got the bottom of it after a few sips.

   Today's chicken soup tastes pretty good.

  After he finished drinking and put away the tableware, Murong Qiao also came back.

   "Second brother, are you not going to the laboratory?" She asked seemingly unintentionally.

  Murong Qiao remembered that Nan Jin was lying in Murong Zheng's laboratory last time, but the situation he saw this time was obviously not as good as before.

   "There is already a solution." Murong Zheng replied, the solution is already there, so there is no need to go to the laboratory.

  During the previous research, Murong Zheng had some ideas. After this period of painstaking research, Murong Zheng has come up with a set of plans that can cure the disease.

   "It was solved so quickly, the second brother is amazing." Murong Qiao opened his eyes wide in surprise, he didn't expect Murong Zheng to find a solution so quickly.

  Knowing that this disease can be cured, Murong Qiao unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his heavy heart also eased a little.

  The subconscious relaxation of her body did not escape Murong Zheng's eyes. Seeing Murong Qiao's reaction, Murong Zheng immediately thought of the patient who called her Qiao Qiao before.

   Murong Zheng realized almost instantly that Murong Qiao's question was about caring for that patient.

  His face was always indifferent, except that the corners of his eyes drooped a little and imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth, which were slightly raised because of Murong Qiao's arrival, were flattened again.

   It was clearly the same face, but it felt a lot colder all of a sudden.