Enchanter

Chapter [-] Saints

"Conan Doyle?" He called again tremblingly, but she still didn't answer, just staring straight ahead.

"There's a phone up there." She had no choice but to lie.

"The phone call from above?" She immediately woke up from the shock, and stared at Yin Hui: "What's the situation?"

"I asked you just now when you looked straight ahead, which handsome guy did you see?" He asked hastily.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm a little tired these days." Conan Doyle replied. "Oh, that's good. What do you think is our chance of success this time?" He wanted to break the awkward atmosphere in front of him, but he couldn't find anything to talk about, so he had to talk about work. Maybe this was the only thing between the two of them. No awkward topics.

"You should know better than me. After all, you know this kind of people better, and you have fought indirectly." She seemed not interested in this topic.

"Oh." Yin Hui coughed in embarrassment and nodded: "But I always feel that this person is not as simple as we think. Maybe in his eyes, we are just bugs."

"Bedbug?" Conan Doyle seemed to be very sensitive to these two words, and looked up at him with some doubts: "I don't think so, human life is equal before God, even if others treat you as a bedbug , we also have to live out our personalities.”

Yin Hui just shook his head and gave a wry smile to her somewhat inappropriate answer: "God? I am the heir of Maoshan Lianzong, how can I believe in God? Haha."

He tried his best to make his voice full of humor, but looking at her expression, he didn't understand the humor at all.

She looked up at Yin Hui dumbly, and forced a smile on her face.

"Conan Doyle, what's the matter with you? How did I find out that something is wrong with you recently?" He talked to her while concentrating on driving: "Is there something that bothers you, you can tell me, as a friend, I can help I will definitely help you."

She did shake her head and gave a wry smile, expressing her helplessness, but suddenly regained her spirits, looked Yin Hui up and down and asked, "Can you cure your heart disease?"

"Sickness?" He smiled naturally: "The leader of the dignified incredible team actually has a heart attack? Are you kidding me?"

"Who was joking with you?" Conan Doyle said seriously, then looked back at Lan Ting, and saw that her face had eased a lot, and she was sleeping soundly and sweetly on the bed: If one day Lan Ting and I Ting was injured at the same time, and the reality is that you can only save one, which one will you save? "

"Well..." Yin Hui paused for a moment, and then replied: "Of course I will save you first, after all, you are my boss, and I will not lose my golden job."

"Cut." Conan Doyle was obviously dissatisfied with Yin Hui's answer: "Then let me ask you again, what if it was me and Tang Yan? Which one would you save first?"

"Tang Yan?" Now Yin Hui was in a dilemma.

This is a woman, she likes a woman who has nothing to do, she tries every means to know her position in a man's heart, and comes up with strange tricks one after another.

But this technique is obviously very useful, and he really doesn't know how to answer.

"You...couldn't be falling in love with me." He played his usual rogue temper, trying to make this heavy topic lighter.

"Tch, who would fall in love with a stinky man like you." She scolded: "Okay, concentrate on driving your car. Stop being sentimental."

"Of order." He saluted wittily, and then refocused his gaze to the front, unexpectedly, he had already arrived at the emergency room of the hospital.

In fact, it wasn't that she didn't want to know the answer, but she didn't dare to know the answer, because the answer was very clear, and she was afraid that her newly recovered heart would be hurt, and perhaps deception was the antidote to trauma.

The car stopped slowly, seeing that Lan Ting's face was a little rosy, he didn't worry anymore, he got out of the car calmly, then opened the rear door, hugged her in his arms, and got into the miserable white door.

"Nurse, come quickly, someone has passed out." Yin Hui's loud voice quickly attracted the front desk, and two beautiful women in nurse uniforms came up, and the pair of high heels on their tall legs made a clattering sound , echoing in the empty hall.

"Come here." The hurried nurse greeted Yin Hui, who entered the emergency room and put him on the hospital bed.There was a familiar smell of perfume coming from the two female nurses. He didn't remember where he had smelled this perfume before, and he didn't remember who it was on. Anyway, he was familiar with it.

Perhaps, this is the embodiment of a woman.he thinks.

Regardless of admiring the posture of the two standard little beauties in front of him, he concentrated all his mental power on Lan Ting who was in a coma.

Conan Doyle has already walked away, probably registered for Lanting, with a work permit from the CIA, everything is much easier, just a word.

Not long after, an attending doctor in a white coat rushed in. Seeing his anxious expression, as if the patient was his own grandmother, Yin Hui knew that Conan Doyle had revealed his identity.

"Excuse me." The attending doctor frantically picked up the stethoscope and listened to his chest, and the beautiful nurse also rushed to infuse him with oxygen.

After listening for a long time, the doctor frowned.

"What's wrong, doctor?" Yin Hui asked with concern.

"The heartbeat is normal, and there is nothing wrong with breathing. Have you never seen similar symptoms before? By the way, how did she pass out?" The doctor's face was full of doubts, and his brows frowned into meatballs.

"It just passed out all of a sudden." Yin Hui replied concisely that he would not be so stupid as to tell the doctor that it was because of a ghost, and the attending doctor would not believe him if he said that.

"Oh!" He groaned, and then looked at Conan Doyle: "I want to talk to this lady, please avoid it, sir."

The doctor's voice was calm but mingled with the slightest look of fear.

"En." Yin Hui nodded, turned and left the white emergency room without hesitation.

The miserable white room made him feel extremely unnatural, like a funeral.He wanted to get out of the house, to let go of the pressure it brought him.

Say it.

She didn't care about the smell, and the chair of the attending doctor next to her was a little messy, so she cleaned it casually and sat on it.

Her legs were a little weak, and she even wondered if her legs were weak from the fright just now. Now that she thinks about it, the possibility is really high.She couldn't help but shook her head with a wry smile.

Looking at Conan Doyle who was shaking his head and smiling wryly, the doctor was stunned, and stared at Conan Doyle for some unknown reason. He thought it was Conan Doyle who denied his own strength and actions.

"What are you doing in a daze, talk quickly." She rubbed her legs, and then asked.

Since the other party is from the National Security Bureau, the doctor in charge was not angry because of her rudeness, but just replied respectfully: "I would like to ask, did you give the girl some kind of anesthesia injection or took the national ban?" Psychotropic drugs, such as white powder..."

"White powder?" She hesitated

"Yes, according to my many years of experience, this girl is likely to be high-spirited because of an overdose of drugs, she had various hallucinations, and finally went into shock." He took off the stethoscope from his neck and stood respectfully on Conan Road. in front of you.

She shook her head: "Impossible, how could he take drugs? Also, why did you let that man out?" After Conan Doyle finished speaking, he pointed to Yin Hui's figure, even the back is so handsome, no wonder Attract so many girls.Coupled with the loneliness and indifference that naturally exudes from his body, it makes him full of charm.

"I suspect that man is not a good person." The attending doctor carefully put his mouth next to Conan Doyle's ear: "I know that man, he is a great master, and later worked as an undertaker in a funeral parlor, because he often stole corpses. I was fired by the funeral home. I think that person who is not doing business must have something to do with the girl's drug use, so you should be careful and pay more attention to that person."

Although he lowered his voice, Yin Hui still heard him. What does he do?The descendant of Maoshan Lianzong has very sensitive facial features, not to mention lowering his voice, he can hear even the chirping of mice.

"Oh?" Conan Doyle immediately became interested. He was even more familiar with Yin Hui's identity and background than Yin Hui himself. He wanted to know why this person framed Yin Hui out of thin air: "How do you know him? I I’m really puzzled. According to what he said, he’s not from the city of Beijing, and you’re a real Beijinger, so how could you know a foreigner?”

"Well, I'm just talking to you casually, just as a kind reminder to you. Of course, if you don't want to accept it, you can just pretend that I didn't say anything." The doctor didn't forget to pretend to be deep. It may be a common problem of all men. They have to be handsome in front of women, especially in front of blonde foreign beauties like Conan Doyle.

"Say, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you." Conan Doyle began to be harsh, his eyes just staring at the attending doctor: "Be honest, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

Looking at his reflective forehead, Conan Doyle's anger came out of nowhere, and his eyes were fixed on him.

There were pattering footsteps behind him, and Yin Hui also walked in. The attending doctor had a big head, so he hurriedly turned around, only to find that Yin Hui was smiling at him

The matter is very clear, this kid must have heard the speech just now.In desperation, he had no choice but to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and smiled apologetically: "I'm just guessing, if what I said just now was wrong, I'm here to express my sincere apology to you."

"Apologize?" He smiled coldly.His smile was as cold as a popsicle, piercing straight into the heart of the attending doctor, making him tremble all over, and the next words made his whole body tremble even more, thousands of pores seemed to have been cut by knives, and blood flowed out. Layers of cold blood: "Tell me, where did you hear it, if you don't understand clearly, the consequences... You know, I have 360 ​​ways to kill you."

Especially the last few words, he is very steady, every word is just right, even more professional than the boss in the Hong Kong underworld movie, Conan Doyle couldn't help shaking, if it wasn't for the person standing in front of him If it was someone he knew well, she would definitely believe that this person was indeed her own underworld.

"I..." He was speechless, hesitated for a long time, and finally looked around in horror, but his expression suddenly became abnormal, as if something was staring at him around. Don't let him speak out.

"Say it quickly, or... Humph, you won't be able to keep one of your legs." He realized more and more that there must be something wrong here, why did he become so nervous?Why look around?Was there something around him watching over him?

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird. In the originally empty emergency room, the eyes and ears were filled with pale light, and even the floor was white. The little nurse dangling in front of him made the scene look like Very weird.

"He's here, and he's looking at me." The attending doctor suddenly knelt down on the ground, his face was full of excitement, and he clasped his hands like a worshiping saint, prostrate on the ground: "Lord, you are here, and you are finally here." coming."