Ch 12

　"I've been watching. I'll come find you after the hanging is over." The mother-in-law was not happy either.

　　"What's the use of looking for me? I'm not a nurse!" Zhou Sui grabbed the infusion pole and ran away.

　　The child in his arms was frightened by his angry mother and burst into tears, coughing while crying.

　　...

　　Ji Fanling watched silently from a distance, feeling a little panicked.

　　If it weren't for her, Zhou Sui would have been able to change the child's dressing in time.

　　Ji Fanling stood there and waited for almost an hour. He finally found an empty seat in the middle. As soon as he sat down, a little girl about six or seven years old came next to her. She didn't cry or make trouble. She carried the infusion bag by herself. Ji Fanling stood up again and let her go. Seated.

　　Ji Fanling's feet were numb as he waited and waited. He guessed that Zhou Sui had forgotten about her and squeezed into the crowd again to look for her.

　　This time she found Zhou Sui at the door of the pediatric clinic.

　　Zhou Sui rushed out of the consulting room in a hurry and almost ran into her head-on. Then he seemed to see her and focused his eyes on her face: "Hey, Ji Fanling, you are here."

　　Ji Fanling was concerned: "How is the child?"

　　" The fever is still there. I was given fluids yesterday and was given fluids today. The result is that the fever is even higher, reaching 38.5 degrees." Zhou Sui was very anxious and her eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes. "The doctor said it might be mycoplasma pneumonia and asked him to go to the first floor to take a photo. CT, I'll take him there now."

　　Ji Fanling urged her again: "Go quickly."

　　Zhou Sui called her mother-in-law and went downstairs in the elevator with her child. Ji Fanling didn't want to join in to cause trouble, so she just stood there and waited.

　　The whole floor was filled with sick children, all of them crying loudly like boiling kettles of water, which made people upset.

　　There's nothing you can do about it, because the child just happened to be sick.

　　It was an unlucky time for her to arrive.

　　But how could she say that Zhou Sui would let me stay at your house for a few days?

　　Ji Fanling bit the bullet and waited for another hour.

　　She was probably waiting in line for a CT scan, but Zhou Sui never came back.

　　The girl sighed and walked away quietly.

　　*

　　After leaving the hospital, Ji Fanling remembered that he only had two dollars, which he had spent when he came here.

　　If I had known that I should ask Fu Yingcheng to borrow some change...

　　it seemed that there was no need to go back to Zhou Sui.

　　It was only a few kilometers away, so it didn't matter if she didn't take a car. She just took a walk and went back.

　　I just don't know why, but I didn't feel cold at all when I came here.

　　When we returned, the wind seemed to have become stronger.

　　Walking all the way back to Fu Yingcheng's house, Ji Fanling's face was frozen. He raised his hand and let out a breath, then gently knocked on the door.

　　Waited for a while.

　　The door didn't open.

　　Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment, expecting that Fu Yingcheng was going out.

　　What would make him go out at night?

　　For a moment, another thought came to her mind for no reason.

　　...

　　Maybe he is at home and just doesn't want her to stay there anymore.

　　Was it because she used the mop on her own initiative, or was it because her wet clothes dripped onto the balcony?

　　Ji Fanling was a little panicked, rubbed his face vigorously, and without giving up, went up to knock on the door again, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, and more and more urgent.

　　Knock after knock.

　　After five minutes, the door suddenly opened.

　　The man was wearing white clothes and black trousers, and his long-sleeved shirt was buttoned all the way to the top button. The light-colored mother-of-pearl buttons reflected a cold sheen under the overhead light in the entrance hall.

　　Ji Fanling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, I thought you weren't at home."

　　"There was a meeting in the study, so I didn't hear you." The man's brows frowned slightly behind the lenses, looking unhappy.

　　The corners of Ji Fanling's lips dropped little by little until they were flat.

　　She was annoyed that she was like a nasty stray dog, scowling and troublesome everywhere, delaying her children's medical treatment, disturbing other people's meetings, begging them to give her a place to live...

　　knocking on other people's doors all the time.

　　"Oh, I didn't know you were here..." Ji Fanling pinched her fingertips and said slowly.

　　Fu Yingcheng's voice was cold: "We'll talk later."

　　Ji Fanling immediately shut up.

　　Fu Yingcheng turned to look at her, raised his hand and tapped his ear, and lowered his voice: "...I'm not talking to you."

　　Only then did Ji Fanling see the Bluetooth headset he was wearing.

　　Fu Yingcheng stepped forward and walked from her to the door, saying in a very calm tone: "Come here."

　　Ji Fanling felt guilty about what had just happened, and was rarely obedient, so she came over obediently.

　　Fu Yingcheng was hunched outside the door, one hand resting on the door handle, his posture casual, and his fingers pressed several times on the door lock keypad.

　　Fu Yingcheng: "Give me your hand."

　　Ji Fanling didn't know why, so he stretched out his hand, and he held his wrist through the cuff of his jacket.

　　"...Put out a finger."

　　Ji Fanling reacted: "Wait, do you want to add my fingerprints?"

　　Fu Yingcheng held her wrist and gently moved it forward.

　　The girl's slender fingertips rested on the cold fingerprint lock and were slightly crushed. The groove under the finger lit up and a green circle flashed clockwise.

　　"No need." Ji Fanling flinched a little, but Fu Yingcheng held her wrist firmly, leaving her no room to break free.

　　Press on, release.

　　"If you have a meeting, I can wait at the door."

　　Press and release.

　　"And I'm only staying one more night, so there's no need..."

　　Press and release.

　　With a "ding dong" sound, the fingerprint lock issued a prompt that the authentication was successful.

　　That ding-dong just happened to make up for the skipped beat of Ji Fanling's heart.

　　She has one.

　　A door that opens to her without knocking.

　　Fu Yingcheng let go of her wrist, straightened up, and glanced at her.

　　Ji Fanling subconsciously stepped back, and he took two steps forward, walked into the entrance hall, stood in front of her, and closed the door behind him.

　　The man's chest was very close to Ji Fanling's nose.

　　Closing the door brought up a gust of cold night wind, and the light and lonely woody fragrance of the man blew into my face.