After hearing that Banling and Gu Wanwan were having trouble, Mo Qing spent a quiet afternoon in the research room.

No one came.

The leaders of the First Hospital and Lu Qiong'an were both frightened. In addition, Liang Xuzhi was seriously injured, so they could only postpone the project and decided to move to the First Hospital next Monday.

Before leaving get off work, Lu Qiongan came to the research room.

Mo Qing just packed up her backpack and nodded with him: "Professor Lu."

Lu Qiong'an glanced at her and said, "Jiang Mo, there is something I want to talk to you about."

"good."

Mo Qing nodded.

After thinking about it, Lu Qiong'an said: "You should know that this project is going to be moved to the First Hospital."

"Um."

"The First Hospital doesn't mind if I bring the team there, but you should know what's going on with the three of them." Lu Qiong'an usually doesn't express his position, but he has a clear mind.

When the project was first established, the entire Ninth Hospital was not interested in the project.

Because medical equipment from a hundred years ago really has little research value.

Therefore, Xu Zhongyuan, Shang Nan, and Liu Ping participated mainly because they could cooperate with him.

I don't know who spread the rumor about "you can only take one to one hospital", but Lu Qiong'an did not clarify it, so he witnessed Liu Ping and Shang Nan's slackness in their work.

As for Xu Zhongyuan...

Not to mention.

It has simply become the psychological shadow of the vice dean.

Lu Qiong'an observed Mo Qing and asked, "Do you want to go to the First Hospital with me?"

"I'm sorry, Professor Lu." Mo Qing said, "I have decided to leave. Thank you for taking care of me during this period."

Lu Qiong'an was a little surprised.

Everyone wanted the opportunity to go to the first hospital. How could she, a new assistant, have such a good opportunity... and actually refuse it?

Lu Qiong'an didn't expect it.

So, Lu Qiong'an asked doubtfully: "Is there any reason?"

Mo Qing said: "Some personal reasons."

It was too detailed. If Lu Qiong'an thought about it and inquired afterward, it would be difficult to explain the existence of a "no such person".

"If it's not convenient to say, just say it." Lu Qiong'an did not ask why.

However, there was a bit of regret on his face.

In the past two weeks, he had learned a lot about the "Medical Saint" from "Jiang Mo"...

Nodding slightly, Mo Qing said goodbye to Lu Qiong'an: "Professor Lu, goodbye."

Mo Qing walked past Lu Qiong'an.

Lu Qiong'an suddenly turned around and asked, "When are you leaving?"

After a pause, Mo Qing said: "Next week."

"Okay." Lu Qiong'an nodded, and then said, "If anything happens in the future, come to me anytime."

"good."

Mo Qing agreed.

Without staying too long, Mo Qing said goodbye and left, getting off work on time.

*

Mo Qing took a taxi back to Wen Banling's house.

His house was in a mess.

The parts of the miasma removal instrument were scattered all over the floor. Wen Banling sat cross-legged on the floor, with drawings one after another in front of him, while he held up the parts to study.

It's like trying to assemble the instrument.

"You're back." Wen Banling took a part in each hand and touched it, "How do you install this thing?"

Mo Qing threw the bag aside, glanced at the parts on the floor, and frowned: "Open it."

"..."

Wen Banling was not very happy, but seeing the current situation in the living room, he had no confidence.

Obediently moved to the side.

Mo Qing asked: "Where is Gu Wanwan?"

"I've gone back a long time ago." Wen Banling said, "Besides being an eyesore, what else can he be used for?"

Mo Qing lowered his head and fiddled with his phone.

When she put her phone back in her pocket, Wen Banling's phone suddenly rang.

Mo Qing said: "Then you go run errands by yourself."

"What errands are you running?"

Wen Banling clicked on the message from Mo Qing.

It was a document, and the note was just two words: medicinal materials.

"Gu Wanwan's antidote." Mo Qing said, "Follow the above and buy every last one."

"...Shall I go buy it?" Wen Banling stood up in awe.

"Um."

"I don't want to go."

Wen Banling's arrogant disease relapsed.

He ridiculed: "He is the one holding him back. I can steal instruments for him, but I still have to buy him medicinal materials. Am I being a bitch?"

"It's okay if you don't want to go." Mo Qing sat down in a small open space, picked up two parts, and said casually, "Just take a look at the miasma removal device, don't expect to see its function."

Wen Banling got angry: "You threaten me!"

Mo Qing nodded: "Yes."

"Do you think I dare not do anything to you?!" Wen Banling's eyes widened in anger.

"Um."

Paper Tiger Wen Banling: "..."

Three minutes later, Wen Banling angrily closed the door and left.

*

For the medicine in Mo Qing's document, Wen Banling stayed out for two days and two nights. Finally, he loaded twenty sacks of medicine into a truck and returned home exhausted.

As soon as he entered the door, he wanted to yell angrily, but the reassembled miasma remover in the living room prevented him from taking his eyes away.

The miasma removal instrument was actually wrapped in a ball of fluorescent light. The instrument, which was originally dusty and inconspicuous, was now as shiny as brand new.

"Mo Qing! Mo Qing!"

Wen Banling kicked off his feet and wandered around the house.

When he shouted for the fifth time, an impatient voice came from the bathroom: "What is the ghost howling for?"

Wen Banling heard the sound and looked back.

I saw a figure walking out of the bathroom.

Mo Qing was wearing a long white dress. She was tall and slim. She was wearing slippers. Her hair had just been washed and was hanging wetly behind her. She looked a bit lazy and casual.

She covered her head with a white towel and wiped it casually. After taking a few steps closer, she raised her head, revealing a slightly pale face, and looked at her sideways.

Wen Banling suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Did you buy everything?" Mo Qing asked.

"Um."

Wen Banling nodded first.

Later, he felt that his aura had weakened, and he was unconvinced. He puffed up his chest and said, "How can I be reliable in doing things?"

"Go and bring it up."

Mo Qing looked away and passed by him.

Her movement brought up a breeze, carrying a fresh fragrance, a mixture of shampoo and shower gel.

Wen Banling was a little confused: Does his bath product smell so good?
To be continued...