The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
Chapter Summary
"You said it would only take a moment." Gu Weimian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand holding the pen tightened. Do you know you will die if you keep writing like this?!" Gu Weimian shook his head and stretched out his hand to Ning Quruo, "Whether I live or die has nothing to do with whether I write or not." Ning Quruo's face suddenly darkened when he heard this. The man took a deep breath and said, "Are you only thinking about Huo Yan?" Does Gu Weimian know what his face looks like now...
Thinking of this, the man sat back down.
But……
As time goes by, every second.
Gu Weimian had no intention of stopping writing.
He opened the computer, then closed it again, watching Gu Weimian writing with his head down.
"What kind of potion is this?"
Gu Weimian paused for a moment, raised his eyes to glance at Ning Quruo, and said casually, "It's a drug for treating a neurotoxin called YW. You probably haven't heard of it."
Ning Quruo had indeed never heard of it.
YW?
"Someone was poisoned?"
"Um."
Ning Quruo narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly checked the candidates in his mind.
Although I haven't heard of YW, but the nervous system is poisoned...
Could it be Huo Yan?
Isn't he injured?
His face darkened slightly and he was in a bad mood.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
The clock has already pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.
In other wards, the lights went dim one by one.
"You should rest."
Gu Weiman's current health cannot stand staying up late.
Gu Weimian frowned, "A little while longer."
She hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet, so she can only write down the derivation and production process in full.
If Ao Qijun's spinal fluid matches, Ge Renhao can start production.
One month.
Her grip on the pen tightened.
She had to hurry up and return everything to him as soon as possible, one by one.
His legs were just the beginning.
The hands kept moving.
As time goes by.
Ning Quruo did not interfere at the beginning, but later on his expression became more and more gloomy.
"You said it would only take a moment."
Gu Weimian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand holding the pen tightened.
she……
She might... be sick again.
Hurry up, a little more, a little more.
Before she could finish the equation, the thing in her hand had been taken away by the man.
"What on earth are you writing? Can you eat this?!"
Gu Weimian still didn't stop, she just finished writing the equation on the table.
Seeing this, Ning Quruo simply took away Gu Weimian's pen!
"Give it back to me!" Gu Weimian frowned, raised his hand, and pressed his temple with one hand.
"You want more! Do you know you will die if you keep writing like this?!"
Gu Weimian shook his head and stretched out his hand to Ning Quruo, "Whether I live or die has nothing to do with whether I write or not."
Ning Quruo's face suddenly darkened when he heard this.
"You wrote until two in the morning, and you said it's okay?!"
He took a breath, his voice low.
"Why...why are you so nice to Huo Yan?"
Looking at Gu Weimian’s eyes, they widened slightly.
The man knew he had guessed right.
Ning Quruo was so angry that she threw what Gu Weiman wrote into the trash can in the corner.
It was a thick stack, so heavy that when I threw it down, the whole trash can almost overturned.
Looking at this trash can full of manuscripts.
He still feels angry!
“Pah!”
The man also broke the pen in his hand.
The man took a deep breath and said, "Are you only thinking about Huo Yan?"
Does Gu Weimian know what his face looks like now?
It was so white that not even a trace of blood was left.
If she hadn't been able to speak, Ning Quruo would have almost suspected that she was... dead.
It's almost the same as death.
Does she know that if something happens to her again...
What will happen to him?
His voice was hoarse.
He came closer, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and whispered, "You asked me to deliver the test paper, and I obeyed. You asked me to pick up the letter, and I obeyed too. Can't you obey me for once?"
Gu Weimian's eyelashes trembled slightly.
for a long time.
He opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry."
It was she who made Ning Quruo worry and did not consider Ning Quruo's feelings.
Ning Quruo was stunned for a moment, then turned away, "Humph."
Hands clenched...
Gu Weimian pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry."
She looked at Ning Quruo and smiled slightly, "You are very well behaved, it's me who is not well behaved, I'm sorry."
The tips of Ning Quruo's ears were a little red, and he was still holding the broken half pen in his hand.
Gu Weimian's sudden apology made his face slightly red.
What...
He glanced at the paper in the wastebasket.
No, he did nothing wrong.
The man said angrily:
"Can you please not use the word good to describe me next time?"
Sounds like a three year old.
But no response was received.
He was startled and turned around.
I don’t know when, but Gu Weimian had already laid down, curled up into a small ball with only his head exposed.
His eyes softened slightly, but he complained, "If you do this again next time, I will throw your writing into the trash can!"
As he spoke, he tucked in the quilt for Gu Weimian.
Looking at Gu Weimian's closed eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost invisible arc.
“Pah…”
The man raised his hand and turned off the light.
Then he walked to his seat.
Get ready for bed.
Lay the chair flat to make a bed.
Lie down and close your eyes.
Breathing gradually becomes smoother.
Until...
With a "bang".
The man suddenly opened his eyes.
The woman on the hospital bed fell off the bed without any warning.
"No, it's okay, go to sleep..."