Chapter 493 The Qixi Festival Wedding
Chapter 493 The Qixi Festival Wedding
Nan Hao obediently sat in the co-pilot, put on his seat belt and turned his head to face out the window to doze off.
Li San drove the car and looked ahead, but he kept paying attention to the woman next to him from the corner of his eye.
It seems that from this night, they have changed from fighting side by side partners to superiors and subordinates who have a gap between them.
Such unexplainable feelings have always existed, but no one took the initiative to break it.
The ambiguity disappeared, and even the relationship with each other became increasingly distant.
...
Time flies like water, and a weekend has passed in a blink of an eye.
Early on Monday morning, Li Qiao arrived at the scientific research institute on time, and today is also the last day of the medical alliance inspection.
In the conference room, Su Moshi raised his eyelids and said unhurriedly, "At 3:30 in the afternoon, I will arrange for those two experts in the spiritual field to chat with you?"
"Hmm." Li Qiao leaned crookedly on the armrest, her posture was not elegant, she was somewhat casual in her laziness, "When will you leave tomorrow?"
Su Moshi lowered his head and twisted the ring on his finger, "I'll go back after the wedding."
Li Qiao's eyes fell on the ring, she raised her eyebrows and said, "It's your first Chinese Valentine's Day after marriage, but you don't have to..."
"It's not bad for half a day. I spend it with her every year. It doesn't make any difference whether I return early or late."
Su Moshi cut off her words, the implication was obvious that he was bound to attend Li Jun's wedding.
Li Qiao met his eyes, smiled and gave up on persuasion.
...
At 3:30 in the afternoon, Li Qiao had a long talk with two experts from the expedition team in the conference room for more than two hours.
Whether it is the cause of paranoid symptoms or the effective treatment, Li Qiao knows everything by heart.
Moreover, the other party also provided the international diagnostic DSM-IV-TR manual and the WHO ICD-10 manual, which are the diagnostic points for the classification of mental and behavioral disorders.
When getting off work, Li Qiao made a verbal agreement with the experts that, if time permits, she will go to the medical alliance to exchange and study related diseases in the future.
After the conversation, the two experts left first.
Li Qiao stood by the window sill and looked at the busy traffic outside, with a tired expression on her face.
Soon, Su Moshi pushed the door open, walked up to her side, and asked tentatively, "Why isn't the communication smooth with this expression?"
The experts who came with the expedition team were all foreigners. Originally, he had confidence in Li Qiao's foreign language proficiency, so he didn't attend the meeting.
Seeing her reaction like this at this time, I couldn't help being a little surprised.
Li Qiao looked down at her nails, and said flatly, "No, they are very professional."
Su Moshi leaned against the wall and looked out the window, "Mental illness itself is more complicated, and the external manifestation is not strong. You don't have to worry too much, as long as the other party doesn't have too many abnormal performances, there will be time."
"Well, I hope." Li Qiao pulled her lips.
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The next day, the traditional Qixi Festival.
After more than half a month of fermentation, the marriage between Li Jun, Secretary-General of Nanyang and the daughter of the imperial family, is no longer a secret in Nanyang.
The venue for the wedding was arranged at the six-star Royal Hotel in Nanyang.
From early in the morning, traffic control on the main roads began.
Countless luxury cars poured in from all directions, and there were as many as a thousand distinguished guests for this wedding banquet alone.
This does not include the relevant leaders sent by various provinces and cities to congratulate.
The natal relatives of the imperial family also arrived in Nanyang yesterday.
At ten o'clock, in the Panoramic Wedding Banquet Hall of the Royal Hotel, many well-dressed guests have started to sign in at the concierge desk one after another.
The elevator door opened, and a tall and tall figure walked in lazily, and casually threw a red envelope at the sign-in desk.
The bookkeeper squeezed the paper-thin red envelope, raised his head and smiled and asked, "Are you the man's guest or..."
Before the words finished, the other party lowered their eyelids and said a name, "Li Qiao."