Chapter 101 Expectations

"You are amazing, doctor," the fat man was surprised, "You can even guess this?"

Putting down the coffee cup, Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and said, "What do you think?"

The fat man's expression was a little awkward, but soon returned to normal, "Doctor, I remember we talked about this issue before," he reminded, "when we were on the mission."

"At that time you said that this thing should be related to the cracking mission"

"Go on," Jiang Cheng lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, "I'm listening."

"But I can't understand, since some of them have clues, why did they all fail," a trace of doubt flashed in the fat man's eyes, "Is this mission too difficult? Or is there something wrong with our guess?"

For the fat man, there is no essential difference between the first mission and the second mission. If there is no doctor to lead him, I am afraid that adding three more lives will not be enough.

"Doctor, to be honest, I think our teammates this time are actually quite extraordinary," the fat man's eyes were deep, as if he was lost in memories, "Yu Wen, Zhang Yinyin, and that one"

He stretched out two fingers, pointed at his eyes, and his face twitched unnaturally a few times, "That Zhen Jianren, he can do it to himself, too cruel"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng did not show any expression, which made it impossible for the fat man to judge his thoughts.

In front of the former, he once felt that he was a blank sheet of paper.

But this mission refreshed his understanding of Jiang Cheng again. He still overestimated himself. It should be more appropriate to say that he was a piece of waste paper.

He even had an illusion that only the Jiang Cheng in the nightmare was the real him, and the one in front of him was just a puppet in a doctor's coat.

Just as the fat man was thinking, Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked towards the door.

A few seconds later, the fat man heard a sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were crisp, and it was the sound of a pair of sharp high heels hitting the marble floor.

"Dong, Dong, Dong."

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, followed by three rhythmic knocks.

The visitor was not abrupt.

On the contrary, he was full of sincerity and politeness.

"Please come in." Jiang Cheng said.

The door was pushed open, and the sunlight was a little dazzling. The fat man looked against the light and could only vaguely see the outline of a person.

Gradually, when his eyes could adapt to the light, the fat man was stunned.

From bottom to top, the first thing that came into view was a pair of slender and straight legs.

The legs were not only thin and long, but also white and shiny.

A pair of silver diamond-embedded high heels were under her feet, and the refracted light cut the not-so-dark room into pieces.

"Doctor Jiang," the visitor said, and the gentle female voice spread like water, "Our boss wants you to come over."

It was a woman dressed as a secretary, in her early 20s.

White shirt, very short black professional skirt, and a pair of black-framed glasses, with a faint smile on her face, intellectual and charming.

The fat man finally realized that he had seen the woman before, when he quickly recalled that Brother Pi Ruan came.

She was Brother Pi Ruan's secretary!

"Miss Lin," Jiang Cheng didn't even stand up, just looked at her and said, "I remember the birthday party is tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is the official one," the woman called Miss Lin bowed slightly and replied politely, "Today we will only entertain some special guests. Mr. Pi hopes that Dr. Jiang will honor us."

The woman wore light makeup and had light in her eyes. The fat man's soul was almost hooked by her smile. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and imagining Brother Pi Ruan's happiness.

He regretted it a little.

Maybe the landlady named Liu Niuma who was introduced to him by the doctor was not bad. Although she was older and sicker, she looked like someone who could live with him.

"Sorry, Miss Lin, I have another patient later," Jiang Cheng's voice was surprisingly calm, and the fat man even heard a hint of indifference and alienation from it.

Staring at him in surprise, the fat man thought, is this still a doctor? Could he have been replaced by a ghost in the mission?

But unexpectedly, Miss Lin seemed to have guessed Jiang Cheng's words long ago, and smiled and said, "Boss Pi said he was deeply sorry for delaying Dr. Jiang's work." She paused and continued, "It's not in vain, there is a red envelope."

The next second, Jiang Cheng stood up and took off his wrinkled coat, and in a flash he took out a suit and put it on.

Then he walked while tying his tie and said, "Boss Pi's kindness doesn't matter, but since Miss Lin came to pick me up in person, I really can't find a reason to refuse."

In the shocked eyes of the fat man, Jiang Cheng's left hand naturally rested on Miss Lin's waist. I don't know what he said to Miss Lin's ear, which made the latter's ears red.

The two were very close, talking and laughing and left.

The fat man stood alone in front of the door, watching a blue supercar throttle away with a complicated look, and felt that this scene was familiar.

After a while, the fat man stood in front of the phone, with a thick, opened medical record taken from the medical record shelf on his desk.

"Liu Niuma,"

"Zhao Guiqin,"

"Ouyang Guifang"

He pressed the first number with a trembling hand, waiting for the sound, and his heart was filled with anticipation for a new life.

The sun set in the west.

When Jiang Cheng came back from a full meal, it was already completely dark.

In the dim light, the fat man was alone in the sofa, his back looked like a big lump, his head hung, and he looked very pitiful.

There was no smell of food in the room. The fat man hadn't eaten since he left. The ribs, fish and other things were neatly piled in the refrigerator.

There was only one light on in the room.

Jiang Cheng walked over and turned on the desk lamp on the desk, and then took off the suit that was stained with perfume and hung it on the hanger.

Then he seemed to suddenly realize something, his hand paused, and immediately took off the suit, rolled it into a ball, first found a bag to put it in, and then stuffed it into the cabinet under the desk.

After doing all this, Jiang Cheng let out a long sigh.

The fat man didn't take the initiative to talk to him, so Jiang Cheng walked over and sat down next to the fat man. After a while, he glanced at the desk and asked meaningfully: "Didn't the call go through?"

The depressed fat man didn't care whether he was surprised or not at this moment. After all, the case record of the rich woman's illness and preferences was spread out on the desktop of Jiang Cheng's desk.

Anyone who is normal can see it.

The fat man lowered his head and still didn't speak.

Someone knocked on the door. Jiang Cheng got up and opened the door. A man carrying 5 or 6 packaging bags strode in.

"Mr. Jiang Cheng?" The other party looked at the order in his hand and confirmed again.

"Yes," Jiang Cheng reached out to take the packaging bag and nodded, "It's me."

The fat man sniffed and smelled a faint fresh fragrance. It was

Jiang Cheng took the packaging bag and put it on the table in front of the fat man. "I ordered some seafood," Jiang Cheng said, "You can have a bite."