Yue Linze stirred the porridge in his bowl, remembering how she had left without even saying goodbye. A hint of indifference flashed in his eyes. He might be interested in this woman, but it was just to pass the time. Since she didn’t appreciate it, he didn’t need to care too much about her.
As he thought this, an image of Tao Yu frantically looking for him flashed in his mind.
Meanwhile, Tao Yu finally made it to the medical room. As soon as she pushed the door open, she heard a two-person dance song playing on a phone. Looking inside, she saw Zhou Ying, now wearing a white coat, twirling a handkerchief. Tao Yu blinked and calmly said, “Sorry, I’m in the wrong place.”
She was about to close the door and leave, but Zhou Ying quickly stopped the music and casually tossed the handkerchief onto the table, calling her in. After Tao Yu sat down, he embarrassedly explained, “I scared you, Officer Tao. I was practicing a performance.”
“Performance?” Tao Yu raised an eyebrow.
Zhou Ying nodded. “Old Chang said there was a problem with their area, so they could only do one performance. He asked me to help out and add another one.”
That old fox probably knew Zhou Ying was easy to talk to, so he only planned to ask him for help from the start. Tao Yu silently rolled her eyes but didn’t say this to the naive Zhou Ying.
“By the way, what brings you here? Are you sick?” He initially thought Tao Yu was just coming to chat, but seeing her flushed face, he figured she must be ill.
Tao Yu nodded and sighed. “I have a fever, a high one this time.”
“Have you taken your temperature?” Zhou Ying immediately asked, quickly finding a thermometer and other instruments, finally looking a bit like a doctor.
Tao Yu took her temperature again, and Zhou Ying did a simple examination, confirming it was just a fever. He breathed a sigh of relief and prepared a syringe. “You need a shot. Loosen your belt.”
