Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 067, the second week [21] over the wall to see a doctor

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The night is getting darker.

The trainees who were properly packed all walked straight towards the cafeteria.

The place where Mo Shangyun is going, she will pass by the cafeteria, so she sees many people—smiling because of staying this time, heavy faces because of worrying about the future, and frustration because of the loss of companions...many people, Many emotions.

Mo Shangyun seemed to see Yan Tianxing as he passed by the cafeteria.

——Yan Tianxing?

The name flashed in her mind, and Mo Shangyun's thoughts of not knowing where to go were pulled back, so she stopped, carefully raised her eyes and looked at the off-road vehicle not far away, vaguely, as if I really saw Yan Tianxing sitting in the car.

Then she saw a hand stretched out and made a "come here" gesture at her.

Subconsciously, Mo Shangyun recalled the fear of being dominated by the running circle.

Tsk.

The psychological quality is getting weaker and weaker.

Mo Shangyun sighed, then paced towards the off-road vehicle.

In the past, Yan Tianxing drove a Jeep. Although the off-road vehicle was tall and tall, but there was no driver who got off the car, everyone was unable to connect with "Yan Tianxing". Therefore, even if they saw the off-road vehicle, most students did not care too much. , Just glanced at it and left.

Looking at Mo Shangyun approaching, Yan Tianxing put his elbow on the car window, then raised an eyebrow at her, "What are you in a daze?"

According to Mo Shangyun's usual vigilance and observation ability, he should have been spotted five minutes ago.

Mo Shangyun pretended to sigh, "I moved to a slum, and I am in a bad mood."

While speaking, she has stopped by the car door.

Looking at her pretending to be decent, Yan Tianxing chuckled lightly, and couldn't hold back her fingers and squeezed her face.

There is no meat, but it feels good.

Mo Shangyun stared at him, then looked around.

Yan Tianxing let go at the right time and asked: "Don't go to the cafeteria?"

I thought that Mo Shangjun would go to the cafeteria, so Yan Tianxing waited here, but looking at Mo Shangjun's direction just now, it seems that the goal is not the cafeteria.

With one hand in his pocket, Mo Shangyun lazily said: "I moved to a slum, I have no appetite."

"..."

Yan Tianxing was speechless for a while.

I don't know if I should complain about "who should be blamed for the slums I went to by myself" or "believe that you really care about this and you will have a ghost".

"What are you looking for?" After Mo Shangyun asked, he added solemnly, "I'm going to relax."

Yan Tianxing was stunned for a moment when he was questioned.

From morning to night, I'm busy all day long. Just after the meeting, I thought of Bu Yirong's "Valentine's Day" and saw the news that Mo Shangyun had moved to "Cyan·Room", so I planned to come and look for her.

I have no idea what to do.

As the New Year's Eve is approaching, many people in the office come to visit, especially at this time in the evening, carrying a student of Mo Shangyun over, and being seen does not have a good effect on Mo Shangyun.

Think about it, Yan Tianxing asked: "Take you for a drive?"

Mo Shangyun shook his head, "A drive can't make up for the depression of moving to a slum."

"Against the slums?" Yan Tianxing was helpless, and then asked, "Will you come?"

After thinking for two seconds, Mo Shangyun shook his head and said: "I have moved to a slum, I want to be quiet."

Yan Tianxing's head is big, just moved to the "Cyan·Room", how did this girl become so playful?

"You try to mention the ‘slums’ again?" Yan Tianxing frowned.

Mo Shangyun quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, how did you think of putting a seal on the door?"

Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows, "...Where is the slot?"

"Otherwise?"

Mo Shangyun asked back.

"..." Too lazy to care about her, Yan Tianxing asked, "Can't get in the car?"

Mo Shangyun said lightly: "No."

Although she is talking nonsense with Yan Tianxing, she does have a place to go.

In normal times, she might just get in the car.

Raising her hand to lift the brim of her hat, Yan Tianxing poked out her head slightly, stared into her eyes, smiled and asked: "Look at your posture, I am not as attractive as a slum?"

Mo Shangyun seemed to think tangledly for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement, "Maybe."

Yan Tianxing said solemnly: "Comrade Mo Xiaojun, if this continues, we will both have emotional crisis."

Raising his hand to touch his chin, Mo Shangyun thought carefully, then moved forward, pressing his elbow against the car window, and approached Yan Tianxing slightly.

"Yan Ye," Mo Shangyun called to him, and then moved his hat to the side to prevent her from seeing him. She smiled, "If there is a relationship crisis between us, you Will it be restored?"

Yan Tianxing gave her a cold eye, "It depends on the extent of your work."

Mo Shangyun curled his lips, "Isn't it the degree of mutual interaction?"

Yan Tianxing: "..."

It’s as if it’s already on the verge of emotional crisis.

I felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Unfortunately, Mo Shangyun continued to ask: "Yan Ye, have you really never been in a relationship?"

Yan Tianxing smiled at her, "You've talked about it, didn't you talk about people away?"

"Aren't you too?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"..."

"..."

The two are half a catty, why bother to hurt each other.

"Where do you want to go?" Yan Tianxing said, "I will send you to you."

Mo Shangyun said: "You may not know that people who are admired and ungrounded, we are basically wandering aimlessly on two legs when we mortals say "relaxation"."

"..." Yan Tianxing squinted at her, "Do you believe it or not I will give you a running package that can only be completed by two legs?"

Mo Shangyun looked at him seriously, then shook his head: "It hurts feelings really."

"..."

Yan Tianxing unbearably flicked the forehead of the actor in front of him.

When he noticed his movements, Mo Shangyun subconsciously drew back. Although he eased a little, he never escaped the actual contact.

Mo Shangyun realized afterwards that his ability to react today was indeed a bit slow.

"I'll give you another chance. Should I walk on two legs or go for a drive?"

"...a walk."

After hesitating, Mo Shangyun gave the answer.

Yan Tianxing's brows moved slightly, and he could see it clearly—Mo Shangyun had no idea about the so-called Valentine's Day.

In other words, she didn't even realize what day it was.

However, he might not remember without step-by-step reminders.

There are too many things, one thing after another, and there is no time to spare, so occasionally, people who should occupy an important position are also forgotten.

"Take it."

Instead of forcing Mo Shangyun, Yan Tianxing threw an object over.

Mo Shangyun stretched out his left hand, and soon discovered that it was a few pieces of chocolate... and they were all military special.

Mo Shangyun's mouth twitched slightly: "It's chocolate again?"

Yan Tianxing said slowly: "There was still another dinner, but because of your refusal to invite... it's late."

"What dinner?" After a daze, Mo Shangyun asked.

Yan Tianxing said: "Barbecue."

It just takes a while to prepare the barbecue materials, and I can’t eat it right away. At best, it’s a supper.

"..."

Mo Shangyun was obviously hesitating.

Yan Tianxing saw it, so he said: "It's too late to regret it now."

"...Forget it."

Mo Shangyun reluctantly parted her love.

The opportunity was given again and again, but the invitation was still rejected.

Yan Tianxing has a fire, and it can be seen that Mo Shangyun's expression of regret has never let this little flame out.

"Let's go." Yan Tianxing said, "Be good next week. If you don't get the red flag, I will consider giving you special training."

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun didn't care about it.

Yan Tianxing frowned slightly, started the car and left.

This girl...doesn't even consciously be a girlfriend.

Holding those pieces of chocolate in his hand, Mo Shangyun dropped his hands, tilted his head to look at the off-road vehicle going away, slightly hooked his lips, and then shrugged.

It's a pity a barbecue...

Mo Shangyun thought so.

However, what she got was the "Cyan Banner". Would Yan Tianxing still celebrate her when she went to the "slums"?

Mo Shangyun, who doesn't know what day it is today, puts the chocolate in his pocket, then retracts his gaze and walks to where she is going.

*

The military area hospital is near the GS9 base and very close to the recruit training base.

The hospital is far away from the city and mainly serves military personnel. In addition, the amount of training for the upcoming Chinese New Year is not as good as before, and there are no exercises, so there are very few soldiers who hurt themselves.

The psychiatric department is on the fourth floor, and the doctors are all idle, chatting together about academic issues, such as the manifestations and coping styles of the soldiers' post-traumatic stress disorder.

Song Xiuliang has a separate office, and there is really nothing to do, so he sits in an office chair and browses patient files.

I conducted an investigation a year ago, and all the fighters are more or less sick. Of course, it is impossible for a person with perfect mentality to exist. Even the team leader of GS9, Yan Tianxing, who exists like a god, has problems.

Oh, so is he himself.

It just doesn't matter.

In the silent office, only the sound of files being opened can be heard.

"Hey."

Somehow, Song Xiuliang was a little auditory.

The leisurely tone suddenly sounded, and he couldn't help but remind him of the patient who took over when he was just preparing for the "actual combat" a few years ago-Mo Shangyun.

A young military school student with a very strong family background, but not like a child raised by an ordinary military family. Although the roots are righteous, he is fearful and fierce. When he calms down, he is the kind of refusal Disgusting scorn.

She, who should have died without a doubt, was rescued from the scene of the explosion, not knowing what she had experienced and what scene she had seen.

At that time, she was 18 years old and had just grown up.

At the time of my youth, I climbed back from the edge of death and lost my master who had been with him for many years.

But, in memory, when he had never seen her hysterical, she just tried to emphasize that everything was normal, and then when he talked too much, she just did not use her hands, and directly used violence to cover up everything she didn’t want to hear. if.

Is a person who likes to use violence to escape.

But when I saw her recently, I felt...she seemed to have changed a lot.

I used to be full of thorns. I didn't believe in people for a long time. I would move my feet when I didn't agree. But recently, he occasionally went to the sidelines and found that besides her self-confidence, she was restrained and soft. It seemed that she had also met a group of good friends.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

This time it was the sound of the window glass being knocked, very obvious.

There was a strong wind blowing outside the window, and occasionally the weak windows sounded, but the sound was not as good as it was at this time... Now it looks like it was deliberately knocked by someone, with a sense of rhythm.

Not a hallucination!

Song Xiuliang came back abruptly.

He was startled, and subconsciously looked towards the window, but saw that there was nothing outside the window. He could vaguely hear the whistling wind, and even see the shadows of the swaying trees outside.

He is on the fourth floor...

Song Xiuliang squeezed a cold sweat for herself.

Good job, hallucinations?

The sight of Song Xiuliang fell on the window, and Song Xiuliang's expression was unavoidable.

I was fascinated just thinking about things, and I was not sure if the sound just now was auditory hallucinations or reality, so I was a little confused at this moment...these soldiers seem to have the ability to fly over the wall?

But, the outside is real, there is nothing.

Only farther away, you can see street lights and buildings.

I am afraid that even pedestrians are rare outside.

So, Song Xiuliang and Doctor Song, who are enveloped in materialism, calmly got up from the chair, and then steadily walked to the window.

Stand up.

This is a newly constructed building. The casement window can be opened by pushing it to one side.

However, Song Xiuliang stood still for three seconds before reaching out and pushing the window aside.

At that moment, the piercing cold wind roared in, causing Song Xiuliang to feel cold.

At the same time, a hand appeared on the window, and it was also greeted smoothly.

It was a woman's hand. The knuckles of the finger were very slender and pretty—but only if I ignored the bruises on the knuckles.

The next second, the other hand appeared, the back of the hand without injury, which proved Song Xiuliang's view that "hands look good".

Song Xiuliang pondered the possibility of closing the windows.

However, when this thought has not reached a conclusion, the owner of the hands snapped up and jumped directly into Song Xiuliang's field of vision, almost in a blink of an eye, before she had time to see how she acted. She squatted on the window, the wind was blowing behind her, the short hair and collar under the brim of her hat were shaking, and she was dashing towards her face, but it might feel like a sudden cardiac arrest.

Xu has a certain psychological quality. Xu was too irritated and calmed down. So Song Xiuliang couldn't figure out what it was like. Instead, he silently looked at the sudden appearance on the window——Mo, Shang, Jun.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

Mo Shangyun stretched out his left hand, bent his **** slightly, and knocked on the window.

In this case, she still has to pay attention to a sense of rhythm, and the movement is almost the same.

"Doctor Song, it's been a long time since I saw you." Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows at the numb-looking Doctor Jun Lang, his expression unconcealed.

"..." Song Xiuliang asked silently: "Student Mo Shangyun, should I call the police now?"

"Okay." Mo Shangyun agreed, then looked at Song Xiuliang who was in front of him, swept left and right, and asked, "Do you want to make room for me and let me jump down; or continue Pestle here, let me flip over your head?"

"..."

Song Xiuliang took a few steps back with a headache in view of the fact that the challenge from the top of the head was relatively high for him.

Mo Shangyun jumped down from the window, and the moment he landed, he closed the door of the window.

The howling wind stopped abruptly.

The office fell into calm.

Everything is the same as before...except, there are more people.

Fortunately, because Mo Shangyun had given himself too many "surprises" before, now seeing such a scene, Song Xiuliang quickly calmed himself down.

Sighed, Song Xiuliang asked: "Student Mo Shangyun, are you here to come to see the doctor, or are you here to talk about the past?"

Mo Shangyun resolutely said: "See a doctor."

"..."

Song Xiuliang felt that the shock at this moment was more than ten times more than just now.

See a doctor? !

During his lifetime, can I see Mo Shangyun admit that he is "ill"? !

Song Xiuliang removed the gold-rimmed glasses, then raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose to make sure he was awake now.

After confirming repeatedly that he was not in a hallucination, Song Xiuliang slowly put on his glasses.

Then, he saw Mo Shangyun stretch his right hand towards him with the back of his hand facing up, and then said in a casual tone: "Here, help me with some medicine."

Song Xiuliang: "..."

If the police can send Mo Shangyun away, Song Xiuliang does have the urge to call the police at this moment.

"Student Mo Shangyun, I think you need to recognize the fact that the psychiatric department is not responsible for trauma." After that, Song Xiuliang glanced at Mo Shangyun's hand again, "You are injured, the infirmary It can be solved."

It looked a bit miserable, but in the final analysis, it was just a skin injury.

It can be done with a little bit.

——Mo Shangyun certainly didn't come here specifically for dressing.

"Hey," Mo Shangyun pretended to sigh and shook his head, "I can't find an excuse to visit my old friend deliberately. If this is the case, I will leave first..."

Speaking, Mo Shangyun intends to open the window.

"Eh!"

Song Xiuliang quickly stopped her.

"Go over there and sit down." Song Xiuliang pointed to the chair in front of the desk.

"Yes!"

Mo Shangyun shrugged, walked over there, raised the chair, and sat down.

Because Mo Shangyun didn't have serious injuries to her hand, Song Xiuliang went to pour her a glass of water first.

"Why don't you walk through the door?" Song Xiuliang asked, putting the water glass down.

Mo Shangyun gave him a look, "As you said, the psychiatric department does not look at trauma."

Song Xiuliang: "..."

If it hadn't been for Mo Shangyun who was doing bad things with her, maybe he would really believe it.