Causes of Cold Illness
"Please respect everyone who is eager to learn. They are not your stepping stones to show off your talent."
He Shaochen spoke seriously and logically, but Su Yanmo felt that this person was not necessarily such a good youth.
If the person he was teasing today wasn't Joe Qiao, he wouldn't have said those words at all.
To put it bluntly, he was shielding his shortcomings.
Because it was Joe Qiao, he would say such high-sounding words.
"Shaochen …"
Qiao Qiao was moved by He Shaochen's words. She didn't expect He Shaochen to have such thoughts.
He Shaochen turned around to look at Qiao Qiao. A faint smile appeared on his face as he replied faintly.
Su Yanmo's eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he saw pink bubbles floating around him.
He coughed dryly and interrupted the beautiful atmosphere. "Ahem, Mr. He, are you sure that I won't hold a grudge against you and lie that I can't do anything about the cold disease?"
He Shaochen glanced at Su Yanmo and raised his eyebrows. "I'm just telling the truth. If Professor Su holds a grudge over such a trivial matter, then I don't think you have the ability to cure me."
"Heh, you really dare to say that."
Su Yanmo laughed emotionlessly. He closed the file and said, "Can you tell me the cause of your cold illness? This is very important. "
"…"
He Shaochen was silent for a moment.
Qiao Qiao also looked at him curiously. Speaking of which, she still didn't know why He Shaochen had such a strange disease. It shouldn't be hereditary because Father He and Mother He didn't have such a disease.
Su Yanmo also looked up at He Shaochen and waited for his answer.
He Shaochen looked down and finally said casually, "I was poisoned before, and then I got this strange disease."
"Poisoned?"
Su Yanmo raised his eyebrows.
"Poisoned! I've never stopped thinking about it. Shaochen, why didn't you tell me? "Qiao Qiao said in surprise. She didn't think that He Shaochen had been poisoned before!
He Shaochen smiled. "You've never asked me either, have you?"
Qiaoqiao choked on her words.
Although he said that, he could have taken the initiative to tell her the truth. "Since you were poisoned, there should be an antidote, right?"
He Shaochen's expression was a little complicated, but he said in a casual tone: "Although the cold disease was caused by poisoning, it was not the root cause of the cold disease. It was just that when I was poisoned, I was coincidentally thrown into the ice house and stayed there for a day and a night before I was rescued. At that time, I was too young and my immune system was too weak, so the root cause of the disease was left."
"You were thrown into the ice cellar?" Qiao Qiao was stunned and suddenly became angry. "Who did it?"
Who would throw a child into the ice cellar? Who would be so cruel?
He Shaochen shrugged indifferently. "I can't remember."
"How can you not remember?" Qiao Qiao didn't believe him at all. She grabbed He Shaochen's arm and asked, "Can't you tell me who that person is?"
He Shaochen laughed helplessly. "It's useless to tell you. That person is already dead."
"Eh?"
"Do you think that the person who murdered the future head of Family He still has a chance to live?"
After Qiao Qiao heard that, her body trembled involuntarily. Her heart was filled with sorrow. She laughed dryly. "That's true."
Su Yanmo immediately understood what was going on and revealed a look of understanding. He breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't very sad, but his tone wasn't light as he said leisurely, "So, being born into a rich family is also a tough thing. You have to face all kinds of scheming and scheming."
"Hmm?" Qiao Qiao turned to look at Su Yanmo.
He said again, "Qiao Qiao, you have to be careful. Marrying into a rich family isn't only a good thing. The tough things are still to come."
Just as Su Yanmo finished speaking, He Shaochen said, "This topic has nothing to do with today's cold disease."
Obviously, He Shaochen didn't want Qiao Qiao to know too much.
Su Yanmo had no intention of interfering in their business. He shrugged and said, "Okay, then that's it for today. When the analysis report is out, I'll call you again to inform you."
"Can Shaochen's cold illness be thoroughly analyzed with just a single form?" Qiaoqiao was half convinced and half doubtful. It should be known that the cold illness was a difficult and complicated disease that left many famous doctors helpless.
Su Yanmo glanced at Qiao Qiao and raised his eyebrows. "Others might not be able to do it, but I'm a professional. It's up to you to believe it or not."
Uh, he seemed to be a little angry.
It didn't seem good to question him like this. She shrunk her neck and said softly, "Professor Su is so knowledgeable. Of course I believe you."
"Heh, you change your attitude quite quickly," Su Yanmo joked.
Qiao Qiao, "…"
Did I have a grudge against him in my previous life? Why is he always bickering with me?
Qiao Qiao pursed her lips. She realized that Su Yanmo didn't seem to like her. Could it be that she had unintentionally done something to annoy him?
But they had only met twice including today!
Could it be that he still held a grudge against her for talking back to him last time? Wasn't that a little too petty?
Qiao Qiao glanced at Su Yanmo and felt a little resentful.
After they left, in the space without Su Yanmo, Qiao Qiao let out a long sigh of relief. She told He Shaochen the truth. "Why do I feel like Professor Su has a grudge against me?"
He Shaochen glanced at her and recalled the scene just now. He nodded seriously. "That seems to be the case."
"Right?" Qiao Qiao seemed to have found her team. She was a little angry. "I don't even know how I made him angry. Every time I say something, Professor Su will find fault with me. He can't be doing it on purpose, right?"
Compared to Professor Xu, Professor Su was far too unfriendly.
He Shaochen suddenly raised his hand and knocked Qiao Qiao on the forehead. "Why do you care so much about that person? If he bullies you, I'll help you get revenge. Don't think about other men. "
Qiao Qiao touched her forehead. Why did she smell jealousy in the car? She couldn't help but laugh. She leaned forward and hugged He Shaochen's arm. She leaned her head on his shoulder and covered her nose. The corners of her eyes curved. "Eh? Why do I smell jealousy in the car? "
"Is there something wrong with your sense of smell?" He Shaochen said expressionlessly.
"Really?" Qiao Qiao moved closer to He Shaochen and sniffed. "Eh, why do I feel like the sour smell is coming from here? It can't be an illusion, right? "
He Shaochen pushed Qiao Qiao's head to the side and laughed. "That's enough."
"Hehe." Qiao Qiao moved closer and said seriously, "Shaochen, although I can't only see you, you're the only one in my heart."
He Shaochen turned around and looked at the serious Qiao Qiao. Although he only responded softly, the corners of his mouth were clearly raised into a perfect arc.
He held Qiao Qiao's hand and gently bit Qiao Qiao's finger, causing her to tremble. His voice was low and hoarse with a hint of lust. "You're the only one in my heart."
Qiao Qiao's face suddenly turned red like a tomato. She wanted to pull her hand back, but He Shaochen moved closer and caressed her cheek. The atmosphere in the car was ambiguous.
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