After the rebirth, the white moonlight of the actor turned black

Chapter 312 A Huan's Leftover Meal "Illusion"

Rong Huan smiled lightly, and Jing Heng felt that there was no need for him to be entangled in this kind of matter, so he laughed and said: "Haha... yeah, it's been so many years, and you've already forgotten about it, I just suddenly thought of this, and I still want to talk about it..."

Rong Huan smiled lightly: "It's okay, just make it clear. Why are you here? I need to talk to the director about something."

"Ah...it's okay! It's okay, you're busy, I leave work early today, so I'll drop by to see if you're off work."

"Get off work early?" Rong Huan said, "You are the CEO of the company, don't you have anything to do?"

"I'm the president, the people below are doing things. What's the matter for me? I just sign." Jing Heng said very easily.

After two seconds, Rong Huan smiled and said, "That's right, after all, capitalists are different from us migrant workers."

"No!" Jing Heng said hurriedly, "I'm also a worker."

Feeling that he had nothing to say to a certain extent, Jing Heng said awkwardly: "Then you are busy, anyway, I will go early and wait, so I will wait here for you. You haven't bought a car yet, and you have to take the subway too often." Not convenient."

Rong Huan did not refuse, and joked: "It is impossible to buy a car, and it is impossible to buy it in this life. Then you wait for me here."

Jing Heng didn't feel something was right until he finished speaking. Ah Huan didn't think he was showing off that he had a car, did he?

Fortunately, Ah Huan didn't seem to think much about it, Jing Heng heaved a sigh of relief.

Jing Heng sat and waited in Rong Huan's office, looking at the furnishings from time to time.

Probably not long after he started work, there are not many personal belongings of Rong Huan here.

Jing Heng couldn't sit still anymore, so he went to the desk to have a look. There was a framed photo on it, which was a group photo of Rong Huan and his mother and sister.

Rong Huan's father passed away too early and did not leave a family portrait.

There are a few post-it notes on the computer, with Ah Huan's neat handwriting written on them, all of which are some future schedules and plans.

There is also an insulated box on the table, the lid is only lightly covered, and it is not closed tightly.

Jing Heng opened it casually and took a look.

It's all cold, it should be Ah Huan's lunch, I haven't finished eating, there are still half of the rice and dishes, it must be because I was busy eating, I put it aside and forgot.

After reading these, he knew that Ah Huan hadn't changed much, he was still as thrifty as before.

Their family lived far away from the urban area, and Ah Huan got up early every day, prepared breakfast for the family and lunch for himself, and then took the subway across most of the city to come to the hospital to clock in for work.

He has never tasted A Huan's handicraft...

He never invited them to play at home, even if the two of them didn't care about his family situation at all.

"Hmmm..." Jing Heng cleared his throat like a thief, looked around, and made sure no one was there, then grabbed out the braised lion head that he had bitten into and swallowed. , put it in your mouth.

"Bang bang bang-"

The sudden knock on the door startled Jing Heng, before he had time to taste the taste, he swallowed it in one gulp, almost choking himself to death.

He just stole a piece of A Huan's leftover lunch, if he choked to death here, he would be ashamed!

He hurriedly followed his chest and walked over to open the door.

The little nurse looked at it and was stunned: "You... who are you? Where is Dr. Rong?"

"Oh, I'm Dr. Rong's friend, he went out, what's the matter?"

The little nurse said anxiously: "Over there at the nurse's station! There is a mentally ill patient who went crazy with a knife. He is Dr. Zhao's patient! Dr. Zhao is not here today, I want Dr. Rong to see if he can help!"

Before Jing Heng could say anything, screams came from not far away.

Without saying a word, Jing Heng hurried over there.

When they passed by, they found that Rong Huan was already there, and his arm was injured by an emotional patient.

"Ah Huan!!" As soon as Jing Heng arrived, he saw Rong Huan's arm bleeding, and he felt a little scared.

And just two meters away in front of them, the mentally ill patient was waving a scalpel with blood on it.

Seeing him stunned for a moment, Rong Huan said seriously, "What are you doing here? It's too dangerous, go away!"

"You are all injured, you go to bandage!"

"Don't make any trouble!" Rong Huan pushed him away.

"What are you muttering about!" The patient became even more excited, "You don't want to take me back! The surname is Zhao! Let him come!!"

Regardless of his injured hand, Rong Huan calmly persuaded him: "I am Dr. Zhao's colleague, and I am also a psychiatrist. What appeal do you have? You say the same to me."

"Bah! What psychiatrists! You are a bunch of scammers! I have been hospitalized for so long, just spending money and spending money! Die! Die, die, die!"

The patient brandished a knife involuntarily and rushed towards them. Everyone around screamed and ran away, but Rong Huan had no intention of running.

He took the stand with drips on it and blocked his arm.

"Ah Huan! Get out of the way!"

Jing Heng, who was pushed back by the crowd, pushed aside the people in front of him and went upstream.

At this time, Rong Huan didn't waste time with him anymore: "Help me hold him!"

Jing Heng took it from him and helped to press it. Rong Huan took the syringe handed over by the head nurse and bit off the plastic cover.

"Ah Huan, your hand—" Jing Heng kept paying attention to his injured hand.

The patient struggled to pull his hand out of the shelf.

"Ah, be careful!!" I don't know who shouted.

Jing Heng glared, and before he had time to think too much, he rushed over. Rong Huan was pushed by him and fell to the ground with the needle.

There were screams again and again.

Jing Heng only felt a chill on his neck, and clasped the patient's wrist with his backhand, and reacted instinctively, knocking his hand on his knee, and the scalpel fell to the ground.

He glanced down and kicked it back with the scalpel.

The patient was still struggling, Jing Heng used his own muscle strength to hold him backhanded and pressed him to the ground, and said to Rong Huan, "Ah Huan, hurry up!"

Rong Huan sat there in a daze, staring, "Jing Heng..."

Jing Heng didn't know anything, and urged: "Hurry up!"