No wonder Du Zihao''s expression after seeing him was like seeing an alien coming in from the door. Oh no, it''s supposed to be seeing aliens come in from the door in the most dazzling national style.


    That expression, like a ray of thunder, cut him straight from head to foot.


    Lan Qing calmly walked to Li Qingning''s bed and looked down at the pale woman. Then he noticed that Du Zihao was staring at himself, seeing from the top down and from the bottom up, with the expression of eating a fly on his face.


    He felt his face suspiciously and asked, "what? Is there anything on my face? Are you looking at me like that? "


    Du Zihao slightly regained his mind and continued to change Li Qingning''s dressing. He said faintly, "Oh, nothing. I just suspect that you may have just escaped from the kidnappers. But later, when I think about it, the LAN family''s security system is so tight that it seems impossible, nothing, nothing."


    Lan Qing lowered his head and looked at himself. He thought there was nothing wrong with it. He muttered in a low voice: "what''s the nerve in the morning?"


    Doctor Du smiles and shakes his head. He doesn''t say anything. Lan Qing stands by and looks at him carefully.


    After a while, the voice of the housekeeper came from outside the door, "Dr. Du, the medicine you ordered me to prepare for Miss Li has already..."


    After the housekeeper came in, he saw Lan Qing standing by the window, his voice gradually weakened, "ready."


    At the end of his voice, he became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared into the air. He looked at Lan Qing in shock, just like Du Zihao.


    Lan Qing frowned and swept his face. He looked back at Du Zihao and said to himself in a low voice, "what the hell are you looking at today?"


    After changing the medicine, Du Zihao straightened up, picked up his tools and said with a smile: "if I have such a reaction alone, it''s my fault. But now even uncle Liu, who has always been calm, is surprised. That''s you are not normal."


    With that, he turned around and looked at Lan Qing, with a smile on his face, as if he had dyed the sunshine outside the window.


    "Lan Shao, the president of Tang Tang Lan''s company, is always exquisite and impeccable. I''m afraid everyone will be surprised when he suddenly appears in front of us with such a casual image."


    Then he shrugged helplessly.


    Lan Qing looked down at his clothes again. Maybe he also felt that it was abnormal. Every morning, he always tidied up in his room.


    But today, just after I opened my eyes, I saw Li Qingning''s face with her eyes closed tightly. So I didn''t think much about it. As soon as I got out of bed, I rushed to see her.


    But then, he immediately told himself in his heart that he just didn''t want to owe this woman. If she had any problems because of this, he would live with this apology for her all his life.


    He Lanqing never likes to owe anyone, so he doesn''t allow this woman to make any mistakes. She must get better and accept his compensation, so that she can be at ease.


    There was an unnatural expression on his face, but then it was replaced by his usual iceberg face, "I''m at home, of course, whatever I want."


    Du Zihao looked at him calm on the surface, but in fact there was a flustered expression inside. He grinned and said, "OK, whatever you say, just be happy."


    Lan Qing''s face sank, but Du Zihao didn''t take it at all. Maybe he is one of the few people in the world who can really see through this indifferent face.


    "How is she?" Lan Qing doesn''t bother to argue with him. His eyes fall on Li Qingning and he asks.


    Du Zihao rubbed his chin and thought for a long time before he said, "as you can see, he is still in a coma. I''m afraid... The situation is not very good..."


    "What did you say?" Lan Qing quickly walked to him, with a weak height advantage, looked down at the man in front of him, with an obvious sense of oppression in his tone.


    Seeing that he was really in a bit of a hurry, Du Zihao pushed him away in a hurry and said, "look at you, what are you nervous about? I''m just joking. She''s still in a stable condition now. As long as she changes dressing regularly and hangs nutrient solution, there should be no big problem if she doesn''t have a fever."


    Hearing this, the cloud on Lan Qing''s face slowly dissipated. He waved his fist at him and said, "if you dare to make up a lie to tease me again, get out of here."


    "OK, OK, I''ll never make fun of you with this panda again. You look nervous."


    Du Zihao deliberately makes a helpless expression. It seems that for him, the greatest pleasure in his boring medical career is to tease this good friend who has little expression.


    Lan Qing slightly frowned and repeated in an interrogative tone: "giant panda?"


    "Yes, I''m afraid the national treasure giant panda doesn''t have such treatment if I can get the 24-hour private care of my famous doctor Du Zihao." Du Zihao glanced at Li Qingning lying beside him and jokingly said.


    "I find that you have been talking a lot recently. I have to go to the company, and this woman will be handed over to you."


    Lan Qing''s face was still expressionless. When he said this, he turned and glanced at the woman lying on the bed.


    She is still so pale, lips without a trace of blood, the whole person was from the window screen into the sun shining a little dazzling.


    A strange emotion flashed through his mind, but before he could react, the feeling disappeared again.


    Du Zihao put away his smile, nodded at him seriously, and watched him leave the room.


    After going out, he saw Li Lin, who had been waiting outside the door early, quietly put away the state of mind just disturbed by the woman, sorted out her haute couture suit, and got on the car with a big stride.


    While starting the car, Li Lin quietly watched his expression through the rearview mirror, but she soon understood that it was futile.


    As long as he wants, there won''t be any content on his face. No one should want to interpret any information from his expression. Even those international experts in micro expression research are hard to do.


    She can only say that Lan Qing never gives anyone a chance to see his heart.


    She still couldn''t hold back, while observing the change of expression on his face through the rearview mirror, she tentatively asked: "Mr. lan... Miss Li... Oh, no, it''s Mrs. LAN. How is she? Is there no danger? "


    "Well." Lan Qing''s low and short reply came from behind.


    She wanted to ask more questions, but she saw that Lan Qing began to look down at some documents on the car, and her slender fingers kept turning, as if she had no patience to answer questions.


    So she shut up and kept quiet, and swallowed what she wanted to ask.