Han Jue is a human being who has been an adult according to the law, and he is also a human being who does not hide his selfishness, so he will not try to change other people's minds without the need.

[Listening to a lot of chicken soup, I still can't live this life.]

[I heard a lot of lessons, but I still planted it in a pit.]

When a person has his or her own preconceived ideas, no amount of what others say is better than seeing it in person.

Han Jue is no longer a young man, and he has long passed the age of saying to others 'you should be like this, not like that'.

Faced with Zhang Yiman's idea that he would have tetanus, die at the worst, and have his leg amputated at the lightest, Han Jue believed that the most worry-free solution was to take her to the hospital.

Han Jue himself is a mild [persecution paranoia] patient, so he naturally will not dislike Zhang Yiman's fuss.

Han Jue knew the uneasiness that was like a crow in his throat.

Looking at Zhang Yiman's look that felt that he was about to die, Han Jue thought to himself that even if he didn't take Zhang Yiman, in the end, this silly girl would still go by herself.

He didn't bother to speak, it was better to keep the energy to laugh at Zhang Yiman for a while.

I accompanied me to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor's performance did not deviate from the normal script.

The doctor used a very gentle method to tell Zhang Yiman that she was thinking too much.

"Is it really okay?" After Zhang Yiman showed the wound to the doctor, he immediately wrapped it in a tissue to prevent the wound from being exposed to the air.

She said worriedly, "But I feel that my bleeding hand is unconscious."

The doctor crackled in front of the computer without moving his gaze, playing Zhang Yiman's consultation record, and said with a tired look in his eyes; "Nonsense, you take off the gloves on your other hand, go out and freeze for dozens of minutes and then try it in the air-conditioned room."

"But I was cut off by metal..."

"What metal?"

" Cans, mouths."

The doctor 'Oh' didn't answer.

Zhang Yiman thought that the doctor had detected his mistake in judgment, so she was full of joy and patiently waited for the doctor to re-diagnose her.

As a result, until the doctor finished typing and returned the medical card to Zhang Yiman, the doctor did not say a word again.

"This is gone?" Zhang Yiman wondered if this was a quack.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

In my heart, I felt that this doctor did not treat Zhang Yiman as a person who came to trick or treat, make trouble, and touch porcelain, which is already particularly gentle.

It should be a model doctor in the hospital, right?

The doctor who was questioned by Zhang Yiman in person was not annoyed, his attitude was still gentle, and he said with a smile, "Your thinking is very meticulous, but it lacks strategic height."

Then he drew a distance with his thumb and forefinger, and after thinking about it, he put away his finger and pulled out a distance with his left and right hands.

"Strategic height?" Zhang Yiman tilted his head in thought.

I didn't understand, so I looked at Lin Qian and Han Jue who were watching the play against the wall.

Lin Qian thought for a while and translated, "It's just saying that you are very cute."

"It's saying you're a fool." Han Jue looked at the pictorial on the wall, and translated it casually.

Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue woodily, and Han Jue nodded in response.

I especially miss the time when I could unscrupulously spit on Zhang Yiman.

Where do you think that now, you will be reduced to rubbing other people's poisonous tongues?

The doctor cast an appreciative look at Han Jue, and then nodded to Zhang Yiman with great demeanor.

It's almost a beard.

Zhang Yiman, who was embarrassed and angry, especially wanted to strangle these two bastards.

She stood up angrily and said a very blunt thank you to the doctor, and she was about to leave this place of right and wrong.

When he passed by Han Jue, he found that he was still pitying the doctor, and Zhang Yiman, who was not angry, punched Han Jue's belly.

Lin Qian looked at Han Jue, who was covering his belly, funny, and shook his head, in the old Chinese saying, it is called self-inflicted sins.

Lin Qian followed Zhang Yiman's footsteps, feeling that even under the camera, being with them was like watching a show, and this cover was really cost-effective.

"This is leaving? No more shopping?" Han Jue followed Zhang Yiman's footsteps, touched the down jacket, made a very provocative friction sound, and said in a very salesman's tone.

Lin Qian's face was full of question marks, "This is a hospital, right? And it's still at night, why visit the hospital?"

Zhang Yiman said with a strange look; "Yes, why do you want to go shopping? People with problems should visit the hospital."

As if cursing.

Han Jue also felt that it was indeed a little strange to suddenly ask to visit the hospital, so he touched the back of his head and said, "I'm not here to be funny... In the future, when you record the program, you can say that you like to visit the hospital at night when you are not sick, and everyone will be surprised when you hear it, and ask why you want to visit the hospital... Hey, don't go."

Lin Qian and Zhang Yiman held hands and walked away without looking back.

"You wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom." Han Jue shouted at them.

If you don't listen to your predecessors, you will suffer a loss in front of you, and sooner or later they will regret it.

Han Jue said that he wanted to visit the hospital, and it was not all because it was funny.

When he came to the hospital, he also meant to explore the way.

In the past life, although the domestic medical system had such and such problems, it can be said that it is quite advantageous when compared around the world, among which, the price of medical treatment is very close to the people.

Han Jue remembers going to the United States to play, asking a local friend living in the United States what he needs to pay attention to when going to play, and the friend told him to look at his passport and not to get sick.

Don't get sick, because if you don't have medical insurance, just go to see a cold and hang up saline, and there will be thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars in bills sent over.

Now that the Huaxia here is so developed, Han Jue's soil bun is very bottomless in his heart, for fear that he, a poor man in debt, cannot afford to get sick, so he wants to see if his wallet is enough to support him to get sick once.

Just followed Zhang Yiman, a rich girl who swiped her card all the way, and didn't get any information.

I can only sneak into the village to investigate next time.

Han Jue came to the bathroom, looked at the clean and expansive toilet, and enjoyed the pleasant toilet experience, but his heart was very pessimistic.

When Han Jue was washing his hands in the sink, he looked in the mirror and saw a low-key person walking towards Han Jue.

This low-key does not mean that the other party is dressed like a star and goes out, and the whole body is tightly covered, but it refers to the other party wearing simple colors, old clothes, and inconspicuous hairstyles and appearance.

The skin is very dark and rough, and the face looks like a person with a deep hatred, not like a person who lives a good life. The look in those eyes.

'Plainclothes, cops? Reporter? Killer?'

Han Jue subconsciously speculated in his heart.

After Han Jue washed his hands, he was in no hurry to leave, pulled out a paper towel to wipe his hands on the wall next to him, and carefully dried his hands.

The man walked past Han Jue's back.

Han Jue and the man looked at each other in the mirror.

Nothing happened.

The man went straight to the men's bathroom.

Han Jue stared at the man's back, carefully looking from top to bottom.

One of the man's hands was in the pocket of the down jacket, and the thin trouser pocket was bulging with things, a long strip shaped like chewing gum, lipstick, seals, switchblades, swiss army knives, butterfly knives...

'Don't come to the doctor, right?'
Han Jue guessed, still wondering if it would be the doctor who treated Zhang Yiman's injuries, making people unhappy, people's bitter mouths are stupid, the more he thinks about it when he comes home, the more aggrieved he is, and now revenge is coming.

'Fugitive suspects? Well, it's possible, too...'

Han Jue, who was making up a story with his brain, threw away the paper ball and slowly walked out.

When Han Jue arrived at the door of the hospital, when Han Jue found Zhang Yiman and Lin Qian, they were celebrating Zhang Yiman's great calamity and rebirth, and happily decided to find a dessert shop and eat a few of its desserts to increase their happiness.

Lin Qian saw Han Jue's solemn face, and also looked at the empty watch with fake embarrassment, and replied in the saying of her hometown; "A girl's stomach for dessert is different from the stomach for eating."

"That's right," Zhang Yiman exclaimed, "and it's okay to eat cute desserts."

Han Jue didn't bother to argue with them.

"Then you guys go, I'll go shopping... Bookstores buy a few books and go home."

Han Jue thought that it would be good to say goodbye, and he would have the opportunity to visit the hospital.

Zhang Yiman and Lin Qian waved goodbye to Han Jue and walked to the parking lot.

Han Jue walked to the inside of the hospital, intending to first look at the dresses and appearance of the patients and judge the general economic situation of the people who came to see the patients.

Han Jue put his hand in his pocket to keep warm, only to suddenly remember that his gloves had forgotten on Lin Qian's car.

So, he turned around and trotted outside.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Lin Qian's car driving not far in front of him.

Han Jue could only helplessly watch Lin Qian's car go away and sigh.

Just as Han Jue was about to turn around, he noticed a van swimming silently and slowly.

The van was slow, and even though there were no obstacles or pedestrians on a large stretch of road ahead, the car was slow.

When Han Jue noticed this car, the car had not passed by Han Jue.

The street lamp facilities of the hospital are also unambiguous, at least this section of the road at the door is illuminated, and Han Jue saw the people inside from the windshield.

The driver was a young man, dressed in black and in a black hat, with a clear expression.

'What about the co-pilot? It's the one I met in the bathroom.'

Han Jue thought that he did not have it in this life, the eyesight that has been hurt by electronic products and books since he was a child swears that that person is the protagonist who was used by Han Jue to make up stories.

Because I imagined the plot of the movie based on that middle-aged person, I didn't forget it so quickly, on the contrary, I was very impressed.

The protagonist in this Han Jue's story is now urging something in front of the young man driving, holding a camera in one hand and pointing ahead with the other.

'What are you doing?'

Han Jue turned his head to look, and his brows furrowed all of a sudden.

Lin Qian's car slowly turned a corner at the entrance of the hospital, and then disappeared from Han Jue's sight.

"Boom—"

Before Han Jue's head turned back, he heard the van not far away sharply speed up until it was almost around the corner, and it slowed down again.

And then slowly disappeared around the corner.

Han Jue stood in place and thought for a while, and then, his eyes widened sharply, his lazy body tensed, spread his long legs, and ran towards the entrance of the hospital.

'Grass!'

Han Jue's all-out sprint speed was quite fast, and although there were many people around, Han Jue still did not slow down his speed, shuttling through the crowd at great speed.

Like a fugitive suspect who is planning to break through.

The main reason is that Han Jue's dress, the hat of the down jacket is worn, or the kind with buttons, the face is wrapped particularly tightly, and then a black mask is worn, and he runs so fast.

On the big night, anyone who comes to see it will speculate about Han Jue's identity.

People avoided Han Jue one by one, looked behind Han Jue, and waited for someone behind them to scream and shout to catch the thief.

While running, Han Jue took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Lin Qian.

He had just wondered if it would be a reporter, a paparazzi or something.

However, this may be denied by Han Jue.

Because, when that middle-aged man looked at Han Jue, Han Jue could see that the middle-aged man didn't know him at all!

'I hope it's a paparazzi.'

Han Jue thought so to comfort himself, but the speed did not slow down at all.

For people with [persecution paranoia], [a little doubt] and [nine points of doubt] are the same.

In this strange world, coupled with his profession, Han Jue became more sensitive than in his previous life.

For Han Jue, who gets off two hundred meters in advance in a taxi, never leaks his privacy on the Internet or software, and orders takeaway to let the delivery brother put food at the door, any trace of danger is worth his full effort.

'Hey, it's good to have a false alarm like a silly girl.'

Han Jue ran out of the intersection to find the van, but it was all cars.

The van and Lin Qian's car were mixed in a large group of mobile cars, and they couldn't be seen.

Han Jue was on the phone of Zhang Yiman while trying to stop a taxi so that he could follow.

"Hey, uncle?" Zhang Yiman answered the phone, and the music over there was turned down.

"You guys, wait a minute, pay attention to see if there is a van following you."

Han Jue gasped and said.

"Van? Follow us?"

Zhang Yiman looked at Lin Qian and was surprised.

Lin Qian, who was sitting next to Zhang Yiman and driving the car, heard Zhang Yiman's doubts, and suddenly thought of it from morning to afternoon on the way to the hospital just now, there was a van that followed her hauntingly.

"Van, I don't know if it's the one that has been following me since the morning."

While driving, Lin Qian glanced at the rearview mirror and said softly, "I guess it should be a paparazzi."

"However, at night, in the downtown area, there is only a bright headlamp in the rearview mirror, and even the model cannot be distinguished. Gee."

Han Jue listened to Lin Qian's words, and his eyes became even more cold.

If it is a stolen photo of Zhang Yiman, it may be a paparazzi, however, he has followed Lin Qian since the morning?

'Lin Qian attracts the attention of paparazzi more than Zhang Yiman? What big moves is Lin Qian worth tracking and reporting?'

There are too many doubts in this, and there are too many things that can be imagined.

"Don't hang up." Han Jue said into the phone, "Where are you now?"

Han Jue changed his mobile phone to one hand and anxiously looked around the entrance of the hospital, looking for a taxi.

However, people come and go, people get out of the car, and then go up from the car, and the traffic is full of traffic, there is no taxi, which is really strange.

At this time, the mobile phone is on the call, and it is impossible to switch to using the taxi software.

'What to do, what to do.'

Han Jue thought about whether to learn TV, take a car casually, and then dump it hundreds and eighty thousand dollars to the driver.

Just when Han Jue looked at a car, his face was full of anger, and he was ready to sit on it first.

Suddenly, a voice that Han Jue was extremely familiar with was in this countless noise, like a magnet, attracting Han Jue's attention.

The volume of that sound is not loud, but it just overshadows all other sounds.

"What's wrong." Han Jue turned around sharply.

Behind him, a car that was going to turn into the hospital stopped.

Guan Yi's half of his face was revealed from above a driver's window.

Guan Yi looked at Han Jue's eyes without a trace of pyrotechnics, still calm as a deep pool, still colder than winter.

Han Jue, who held up his mobile phone, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.