"Fortunately, it may be that the strength of the anesthetic hasn't passed." Ye Zhao glanced at him, but didn't break free, just let him cover it like this.

"Yo! This anesthetic has a long-lasting effect." Luo Xiaochen pointed to his bandaged arm and said, "Would you like the little nurse to give me some too."

Here, aside from Ye Zhao, Nie Renyan was the one who knew him the most. He sneered and said lazily, "I should ask the little nurse to fill you a pot. From top to bottom, even physical problems can be solved at one time."

Luo Xiaochen: "..."

Ye Zhao looked in Luo Xiaochen's direction, but found that Xia Zhiming was staring at Nie Renyan with a thoughtful look, and his heart tightened. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his hand and tapped Nie Renyan's chest.

Nie Renyan, who was knocked, was enjoying himself: "What's wrong?"

"..." Ye Zhao glanced at him speechlessly, frowned and asked, "Didn't you take medicine before I went out? Did the fever go away? Did you just show your good health, so you just got out of the way? coming?"

Nie Renyan was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the sky, and said with a serious face: "I swear, this time I will never take a shower or run home without clothes."

Ye Zhao: "..."

Fang Siyuan looked up at the sky, pretending that he didn't hear the horse. Wood... Wood has always had a dead face, and he couldn't see any changes.

On the contrary, Xia Zhiming picked up the words: "Have you been running a fever?"

Nie Renyan pointed his finger at the ceiling and looked at Ye Zhao solemnly, so he didn't react.

Ye Zhao nodded and said to Xia Zhiming: "Well, yesterday morning, I found that the burn was very serious, so he took a pill and went to sleep. When I went out, I went to the pharmacy to buy wine and planned to physically cool him down."

"Oh." Xia Zhiming thought for a while, then glanced at Nie Renyan again, and finally took back his thoughtful expression, returned to his usual appearance, and complained, "Didn't you say you don't have a fever..."

Nie Renyan lifted his eyelids, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "Thank you for the compliment." As he spoke, the palm on Ye Zhao's back rubbed it imperceptibly.

Ye Zhao: "..."

While a few people were chatting, there was a sudden noise downstairs, a series of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor, and then, the unique whistle of an ambulance came in through the window glass, it seemed that more than one car left soon after. to the hospital.

Chapter32【two more】

"What's going on?" Everyone was a little curious. After all, these few people had rarely been hospitalized, and it was rare to see several ambulances dispatched together on a non-fog day.

Nie Renyan walked to the window and glanced down. After the ambulance left, he didn't see much movement downstairs. He shook his head, pulled a chair aside and sat next to Ye Zhao, saying: "I don't know, I didn't see anything famous."

"Hey—" Xia Zhiming frowned and thought for a moment, "Could it be that there is another case? The casualties are a bit large?"

Fang Siyuan glanced at his mobile phone and shrugged: "I didn't receive any notification." Xia Zhiming's mobile phone was in the middle of his head. There were only various text messages and phone calls of condolences, and he had never received any news about the new case. Wood took out his phone, flipped through it, and shook his head.

Ye Zhao said: "It may also be a communication accident."

"Yeah, that's right." Xia Zhiming thought for a while, and tsk tsk, "If it's really an accident, looking at the dispatch situation, it's probably a big accident, hey."

After a few sighs, Fang Siyuan suddenly patted his head and shouted, "That's right! I almost forgot about the business! What, wood, where did I put that bag?"

Jiao Tianduo looked at him for a few seconds, then pointed blankly at a paper bag standing in front of Xia Zhiming's head cabinet.

Looking at the bag that was close at hand, Fang Siyuan laughed twice, reached out and carried it over, took out a large open-leaf book with hard brown sides and a pencil, and said to Ye Zhao, "Brother Ye, I listen to you. I said that you have seen a criminal suspect. It is said that it is difficult to describe in words. I took the sketchbook specially in the morning, how about you give me a sketch?"

He faced Ye Zhao and turned his back to Xia Zhiming, so he didn't see the latter's twitching facial expression for a moment, but he saw Nie Renyan next to Ye Zhao winking at him while Ye Zhao was not paying attention.

"Ah?" Fang Siyuan looked at Nie Renyan blankly, Ye Zhao turned his head when he saw his gaze, Nie Renyan was caught by Ye Zhao, and immediately waved his hands stiffly: "It's nothing, my eyes hurt, cough, you continue."

Fang Siyuan handed the pen and paper to Ye Zhao, but Ye Zhao didn't pick it up, but said helplessly, "I'm not very good at drawing."

"It doesn't matter." Fang Siyuan said, "It only needs a general appearance, and then we can let people refine it based on your specific description."

"..." Ye Zhao saw that the pen and paper had almost reached the tip of his nose, so he had to continue.

He held the hard surface book half up, so he couldn't see what he was drawing from the perspective of others, but just looking at the way he held the pen, he felt quite elegant and professional.