The breeze is blowing and the sun is shining.

Tianhe Hospital in Nanshan City is still busy, but there is a place that is very quiet.

There is a small poplar forest in the hospital, where patients who are usually hospitalized will take a walk. There is a small path in the poplar forest leading to a small villa that is only two stories high. If you don’t pay attention, it is easy to ignore this small red brick villa hidden by poplar trees.

Unlike the modern buildings that towering the hospital, this small red brick villa is full of historical atmosphere.

It is said that this small villa is the earliest building of Tianhe Hospital, with a history of hundreds of years. It is the only ancient building left over from Tianhe Hospital to this day.

However, this small villa has never been open to the public, and those who come here can only observe this historic building outside the small villa.

The north-facing room on the second floor of the small villa has several long stainless steel tables filled with bottles and jars, as well as some precision instruments and equipment.

At a long table leaning against the wall, a man in a white coat sat dignifiedly, with a white microscope in front of him.

A pair of sharp eyes focused on the drop of red liquid on the lens, and his hands with silicone gloves gently twisted Nuren on the microscope.

After a while, he raised his head, picked up the electronic pen casually placed on the table, and drew several symbols on the light curtain on his left.

He has a pair of fascinating peach-eyed eyes, a angular face, a high nose, and a slightly pursed thin lips that give people the illusion that people should not enter. His skin is very white, even whiter than most girls, as if he has no sunlight all year round.

Putting down the electronic pen, Mingyu picked up the computer that was placed aside, pressed a button, and another light curtain immediately appeared in front of him.

He reached out and widened the light curtain, moved to the light curtain where he recorded the symbols, and then typed a string of numbers on the keyboard. A string of dense words immediately appeared on the light curtain, with many headache-producing medical professional words, but Mingyu could browse quickly.

He picked up an electronic pen and drew a few times on the light curtain. Mingyu took off the glass sheet on the microscope and put it in a plastic box beside him, and then put it in the refrigerator beside him.

Ming Yan walked to the window and looked at the green poplar trees outside the window.

It’s almost the end of January now, and only in a place like spring like Nanshan City can you see green poplar trees.

Take off your gloves casually, and a pair of slender, white and clear hands were exposed to the sun. Each finger was slender and beneficial, like a work of art.

"Ming Yu, it turns out that you have come here, it's really not easy to find you."

The careless tone was a little dissatisfied, and Mingyu could guess who the owner of the voice was without turning around.

Song Xingzhou stared at Ming Yu's back, walked to him and looked at the beautiful side face that made him jealous and said, "Hey! I've come to you all the way, at least give me a face."

Ming Yan turned to face Song Xingzhou, and he asked expressionlessly: "What are you here to do?"

Song Xingzhou choked and it took him more than a week to find out that Ming Yu had been hiding in this small southern city. He ran over to find him in an interest, but the guy asked him what he was doing?!?

"I'm here to find you!" Song Xingzhou said angrily.

He wanted to reach out to tear the face in front of him, but unfortunately he didn't have the courage and could only stare at Mingyu hard.

"What are you looking for me?" Ming Qi asked with a frown.

"I'm here to have a meal with you, right?" Song Xingzhou said this almost from his teeth.

Ming Yu threw his gloves on the long table beside him and said casually: "I don't have time."

"I came from the capital. You don't even want to accompany me for a meal. Are we still friends?"

No matter how you sound, you will feel like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir.

"It's not what I asked you to come." Ming Yan turned around and walked towards the door.

Song Xingzhou felt that he was about to go crazy, and he began to suspect that he had a tendency to be self-harm, so he ran here from afar to find anger.

Taking a deep breath, Song Xingzhou followed Ming Yan's pace, and at the same time he kept comforting himself: "This guy has always been like this. He didn't mean it. He has been like this since elementary school, so there is no need to be angry with him."

Ming Yan ignored Song Xingzhou who was talking to himself behind him. He left the small villa and walked towards the hospital inpatient department of Tianhe Hospital. He took the elevator to the seventh floor. When the nurse at the door saw Ming Yan, he greeted him warmly: "Doctor Ming, you are here."

"Yes." Ming Yan responded casually, then walked inside.

Song Xingzhou, who was following Ming Yu, glanced at the door sign in confusion, which read "Hematology Department Iciu".

Ming Yu entered the room in front of the iCu. He opened an iron cabinet beside the wall with familiarity, took out protective clothing and shoe covers from it, put on a mask and goggles before entering the iCu.

Song Xingzhou did not go with him, but started chatting with several nurses at the door.

There was already a good face, but it was slightly inferior to Ming's, but Song Xingzhou was so clever and quickly made the two nurses laugh.

"What kind of patient is inside? Why do you need Mingyu to come from the capital to Nanshan City?" Song Xingzhou asked curiously.

The two nurses already knew that Song Xingzhou was a friend of Mingyu and came to Nanshan City to see Mingyu from the capital.

One of the nurses surnamed Han said: "Several patients inside suffered from a strange disease, and the doctors in our hospital were at a loss. It was the dean who invited Dr. Ming to come."

"Before Dr. Ming came, three patients had passed away. Although several patients did not improve after he came, at least they did not worsen." Another nurse named Liu's eyes were filled with the light of worship.

"Strange disease?" Song Xingzhou glanced at the closed door of the icu.

"When they were admitted to the hospital, they had a high fever, but after a blood test, they found that the white blood cells in their academy were particularly active and the red blood cells became unusual." Nurse Han said seriously with his face.

Song Xingzhou touched his chin and did not continue asking, but started chatting with the two nurses.

It took half an hour before Ming Yan came out of the iCu.

He was still wearing a white coat, maybe because he just took off his protective suit, his short hair was a little messy.

Song Xingzhou came up and joked: "When did Professor Ming dare to be interested in hematology diseases?"

"These cases are quite special." Ming Yan said indifferently.

Hearing Ming Yu's reply, Song Xingzhou looked flattered: "Oh my God! You actually replied to me!"

Ming Yan glanced at Song Xingzhou as if he was looking at a fool, and then ignored him.

He took out a small headphone from his pocket and put it in his right ear. He raised his left hand and stroked it on his bracelet. A light curtain as big as a palm appeared in front of him.

Find a phone number in the address book and click it.

Not long after, an excited voice came from the headphones: "Professor Ming."

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