My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

"Team Song, we are back."

"Team Song, is your health better?"

"Team Song..."

"Team Song..."

...

Song Yuhang nodded, greeted her colleagues along the way, and walked into the office with a bag.

It has not been seen for several months. Although the deeds of her and Lin Wei fighting alone with the four criminals have not been published in the newspaper, they have been widely circulated in the public security system, and it is unknown who started it.

"All of them, rest, stand at attention, and salute!"

The busy detectives stopped the work in their hands and turned around, raising their hands high to the temples.

Song Yuhang was taken aback, and the corners of her lips were softly curved, and she returned a standard military salute. Looking at the familiar faces in front of her, she thought, it's good to be alive.

"End of ceremony!"

The office got busy again. Song Yuhang put down his bag and walked to the front bulletin board. The nameplates of her and Lin Wei were posted on the bottom of the column on sick leave.

The person in the photo wears a police uniform, sword eyebrows, star eyes, flaming red lips, and a slightly raised chin reveals a bit of jealousy.

If she brushed over the photo accidentally with her fingertips, she gently tore off her nameplate, pasted it to the staff on duty above, and turned and plunged into the busy criminal investigation work.

Before she was busy for too long, Feng Jianguo sent someone to call, and Song Yuhang put aside his work, ran over and knocked on the door gently: "Report, Feng Ju, are you looking for me?"

Feng Jianguo was wearing reading glasses to browse the legal newspaper, and did not let her sit: "Yesterday I asked Duan Cheng to pick you up, where did you go?"

Song Yuhang didn't change his face and his heart beat: "Report, there is something private, go to deal with it."

Feng Jianguo flipped a page of the newspaper in his hand and snorted coldly: "Private matter? What private matter can make you leave your colleague and turn around. I thought you would not be back today!"

Song Yuhang looked righteous and awe-inspiring: "Report, dare not. Reporting that the criminal police did not arrive at the post according to the stipulated time is not only absenteeism, but also illegal behavior!"

Feng Jianguo closed the newspaper in his hand, and sharp eyes were reflected under the lens. He looked at her standing upright and said, "It's good if you know..."

The corner of the newspaper on the table published a piece of news that the funeral home in Binhai Province was stolen.

Song Yuhang caught a glimpse and looked back calmly: "If there is nothing else, I will go back to work."

Feng Jianguo took a sip from his teacup, and Zengruo accidentally said: "No hurry, there is no big case recently and you just took a break. I ask you, how is your health?"

"You are concerned about the leaders of the Labor City Bureau and the Provincial Department. It is no problem and you can go to work normally."

After all these years of immersion in officialdom, Song Yuhang can still say a few words.

Feng Jianguo skimmed the froth in the teacup and blew the tea away: "What's the matter with that hand? You are still young, so don't leave any disability."

Song Yuhang glanced down at his right hand wrapped in gauze, hesitated to say something.

Feng Jianguo's eyes didn't change, he seemed kind, but he stared at her every micro expression without letting go.

"This...this is my own punching bag."

For about half a minute, no one uttered a word. In this silent moment, Song Yuhang inevitably thought of chatting with Lin Wei before going to bed last night.

She was lying on the bed with IV drips, and Song Yuhang sat on the hospital bed opposite her and looked at her.

Lin Fan tilted his head, "Your hand..."

She looked at her palms wrapped tightly in gauze, and smiled: "It's okay. If Feng Ju asks, I will say that I punched the sandbags myself, which I used to do before."

"Will he let you--"

Song Yuhang firmly said: "No, if he asks me to take apart the gauze and check the wounds in person, he will deeply bury the seeds of doubt in each other's hearts. Don't underestimate Feng Ju. He is a smart man and won't do this."

Sure enough, Feng Jianguo frowned and put down his teacup: "I don't know how to hit a sandbag before the injury, I said you young people are a little more energetic."

Song Yuhang smiled: "It's not confinement yet."

"Okay, don't be upset about this. Although it is excusable, discipline is discipline." Feng Jianguo said, putting on reading glasses and continuing to read the newspaper: "Right, why did you go last night? Duan Cheng is looking for you for half the night, and he doesn't know to give someone a message back."

It really came.

I also talked about this issue with Lin Wei last night. She was a little bit distressed: "I still have a few old classmates in the provincial capital, or..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Fan rejected him: "Is it reliable? Are you sure that threats and temptations won't reveal your whereabouts?"

Song Yuhang was silent, but the woman's eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips showed a sly smile: "I have an idea, but I have to sacrifice the reputation of the Song team..."

Song Yuhang looked at her with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, and his eyes crossed her: "Oh?"

Lin was so angry that he almost jumped out of the bed and scratched her: "What do you think, it's not me, it's Lin Ge!!!"

According to Lin Wei's words, Song Yuhang smiled shyly: "You really want to say it?"

Feng Jianguo glanced at her, rarely taking a serious look at her: "Is it possible that there is something unspeakable?"

Song Yuhang followed the book and his face was reddened: "I've gone for an appointment..."

Feng Jianguo didn't swallow a sip of tea and sprayed it all on the newspaper. She never expected that she would say such an answer. Looking at her expression, it was quite complicated.

Seeing him choking, Song Yuhang intentionally took a few steps forward to take away the cup in his hand, and Feng Jianguo waved his hand to indicate that he was not using it.

"Is it with that blind date?"

Song Yuhang touched his nose with a rare twist, and nodded embarrassedly: "Yeah."

The look on Feng Jianguo's face became more complicated. There was a trace of gratification that my family had a young woman, and a trace of good cabbage was overwhelmed by pigs.

As for who is the cabbage and who is the pig, he didn't know clearly for a while.

"Okay, let's go down."

Song Yuhang turned around to leave, but was stopped again: "I warn you, work is work, family is family, you don’t get along with Lin Wei! If she has any trouble, remember to report to the organization and hear it in time. ?!"

Song Yuhang turned around, stood attentively, and said, "Yes, Director!"

Song Yuhang, who walked out of the office, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a text message.

When receiving Song Yuhang’s text message, Lin Fan was rolling up his sleeves to let the doctor draw blood. He was still the man with glasses and took a copy of the test report and wrote it out: "Miss, your body indicators are low, and the new medicine has a certain effect. But you still have to stick to it and try to avoid non-diseased damage, which will greatly reduce your immune level..."

Lin Fan's phone lit up, and the word "finished" came into view. She picked it up with one hand and was about to reply, and the man with glasses stopped.

She seemed to come back to her senses: "Ah? What are you talking about?"

"Your immune level is no longer suitable for injuries, especially bleeding injuries."

Lin Nianzha, this sentence was overwhelming, and she dropped the phone again in a little sense of sorrow: "Okay, I see, you can go out."

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Song Yuhang was not idle during the days when Lin Wei was recuperating. Although the area was peaceful, there were few major cases, but thieves and robbers continued to emerge.

During the day, she shuttled through the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng City to catch thieves and gangsters. At night, when she needed to stay on the ground, she would make do with the car for a night. On rare days off, she occasionally went out to have a meal with Lin Ge. The two have actually become rare friends.

For the rest of the time, she concentrated on playing with Lin Fan’s mechanical stick. Following the method taught by her old classmates, she first went to the steel factory to melt the materials. Three days later, she returned to her with three intact aviation aluminum tubes. She started polishing, repairing and welding by herself according to the drawings. When she was at the police academy, she had also disassembled and assembled firearms, but nowhere did she get it. At the beginning, her fingertips were all blisters, and her hands were full of scars. She figured out some ways and became more and more familiar with it.

Everything is on the right track, including Lin Wei's body.

She took the medicine on time, removed the bandages on her feet and started to rehabilitate, fighting against the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instructor, sweating in the gym, and wearing a white robe and sitting quietly in the pathology laboratory all day.

The time passed slowly, and it rained a few more times, the mountains were getting colder faster, the leaves slowly turning yellow, and the summer was about to end.

Song Yuhang parked her little eDonkey at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau, and walked in with the key, just in time to see someone coming to the entrance of the Municipal Bureau to give flowers, a large bouquet of delicate roses went straight into the arms of the policewoman.

"Happy Qixi Festival."

She was shocked, oh, so long has passed.

Seeing the rose, she thought of Lin Fan again, and her sentence: "Give some color and open a dyeing workshop. Do you know that the rose has thorns?"

Everything that happened that night, her eyebrows, her eyes, and her body temperature were, for Song Yuhang, a lucid dream that hadn’t been finished yet, but because of this, she would be very concerned about the next meeting with her. Keep enough expectations.

They seldom contact them. Lin Wei really achieved the state of "I won't find you, and you don't find me", but almost every day, when Song Yuhang passes by the bulletin board, he glances at her picture and at the same time. Quietly asked from the bottom of my heart: Are you better today?

She never sent this sentence, and Lin Wei did not reply to the text message she had at the beginning. When Song Yuhang took out his cell phone and was about to say something, Zhang Jinhai walked over behind him.

"Yo, Team Song, go to work."

Song Yuhang had to put the phone away and walked in with him: "Yes, Team Zhang, early."

During the lunch break, several targeted criminal police whispered about the night's arrangements, and the singles also called out their friends to play. Song Yuhang sits alone in an office chair. Her position is not embarrassing for her age. An older policeman in her twenties can't say that she can go together. After all, she is a female leader. If you ask her to drink and eat, she has to be weighed. Is it suspicion of flattering in the eyes of others.

Song Yuhang has always been very acquainted and never attended various gatherings of his subordinates.

She was thinking about another thing. If she was on vacation tomorrow, she would go to see her again at the end of summer.

Without waiting for her to think about it for too long, when he got off work in the afternoon, Lin Ge came, and the car stopped at the gate to wait for her, holding a bunch of flowers in his hand.

He is an individual and attentive man. He knows that Song Yuhang doesn’t like luxury and ostentation. He drives a low-key car and wears low-key clothes. The flowers he holds are also simple sunflowers, daisies and gypsophila, among other things. Embellishment, but Song Yuhang can't be named.

The man watched her walk over and handed her the flowers: "Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, are you free tonight? Have a meal together?"

It was just after get off work hours that people came and went at the door of the Municipal Bureau. The driver of Feng Bureau just opened the door for him, but the old director stopped again. Looking over there, the driver followed him.

Exempt! Good guys! The Song team was also chased! Tsk tut, terrific, it seems that not only Feng Ju, but also Zhao Ting are able to do it, but they are at a loss.

Song Yuhang didn't have any shame on his face, as if he had just accepted a gift from a friend.

"Thank you, and I wish you a happy Chinese Valentine's Day."

Seeing that Song Yuhang completely slid out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau on that vehicle, Feng Jianguo withdrew his sight and sat back in the vehicle and ordered the driver to drive.

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The date with Lin Ge is not boring, eat in mid-to-high-end restaurants, and also eat in crowded food stalls. Song Yuhang insisted not to let him pay the bill, so AA or this time you ask me to ask next time.

After eating, if she is not busy and has enough time, she will go to bowling, archery, table tennis and other sports. The ordinary couples watch movies, buy clothes, and so on, but she has never done it once.

I don't know if it is because of this, Song Yuhang feels more and more that he is good, getting along well is comfortable, but always owes something. As for what it is, she can't say it.

It is too difficult for a person with a blank emotional experience to think about these issues. It would be easier for her to carry a five-kilometer cross-country.

Song Yuhang raised his hand and hit the bullseye with a fierce arrow, while Lin Ge panted and sat down: "I can't do it anymore, rest, rest."

"it is good."

"Here, wipe the sweat."

A handkerchief was handed over along with the mineral water, and he was really a very considerate person.

"Thank you."

The bottle cap had been loosened, and Song Yuhang took it and took a sip. When she wanted to wipe off the sweat with the kerchief, her movements stopped as soon as she put it on her face.

A hormonal breath peculiar to males poured into her nasal cavity, and she suddenly missed the refreshing fragrance of Lin Wei's body. It smelled a little weak when she was far away, but sweet when she smelt it close.

Song Yuhang folded his handkerchief back to him, and looked at his watch: "It's getting late, I have to go home."

Lin Ge got up: "Okay, I'll send you off."

"No need, I just take a taxi myself."

"Why do I spend that money while driving a car? It's not a few steps anyway."

Kindness is hard to come by.

He has almost done the best that a man can do. He is courteous, humorous and interesting, does not show off knowledge, does not show off his family, does not arrogant, low-key and humble, respects ladies and all vulnerable groups.

He took Song Yuhang to the alley, and personally opened the door for her. Song Yuhang moved his lips as if he wanted to say something. He already smiled and said, "Miss Song, don't think too much, you are Lin Lin if you are in love with reason. Tired friends and colleagues, we are very grateful that you saved her and my family is very grateful to you. I want to thank you for your kindness, as well as my personal feelings."

He paused: "Miss Song is very special."

If an ordinary person confessed to such a gentle and handsome man, his face would have been blushing, but Song Yuhang hadn't figured out what the relationship was. She seemed to have touched some doorways and she seemed to be far away.

She only knew that when Lin Ge said these things to her, her heart was very calm, there was no wave, and the only ripple that appeared was about Lin Wei.

When she heard that name, she would subconsciously think of her conditionedly, so that she was slightly stunned.

Lin Ge saw that she was absent-minded, and no longer said: "Today was just on this special day, and had a meal with a friend who came to talk to me. Don't take it seriously, Miss Song, forgive me for the abruptness."

Song Yuhang smiled and said goodbye to him: "No, thanks to you, otherwise I will still be on duty. I will consider the formal relationship, thank you."

Lin Ge laughed again with the familiar hearty smile: "Okay, I will continue to cheer."

After bidding farewell to Lin Ge, she walked home alone, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a little girl selling flowers squatting on the side of the road, with a few bare roses in the basket in front of her, no one cared.

"Selling flowers, selling flowers, two dollars a sprig..." The girl shouted louder when someone came over, and her hoarse voice was blown far by the wind.

She didn't know why, when she saw the rose, she thought of Lin Fan. She was like these roses, alone, without any care, incomplete, and beautiful alone.

When she recovered, she was already squatting in front of the little flower girl: "I want all these branches."

The little girl was overjoyed and counted, there were five branches in total. She couldn't even make up an auspicious number. She was a little embarrassed and wanted to wrap it up for her.

Song Yuhang has already passed ten dollars: "No, I'll just hold it like this."

She held these thorny flower branches and walked home. After a few steps, she walked back and put a beautifully packaged bunch of flowers in front of the girl.

"I'll give this to you too, hurry home, it's too late to be safe on the road."

The 14-five-year-old girl completed today's task, carrying a pocket of change, and harvesting a bunch of flowers. It was a surprise.

"Thanks...thank you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the tall woman waved at her, passed through the dim light under the street lamp, and sank into the darkness.

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When Song Yuhang returned home after taking a shower, he found a vase for the roses and trimmed the flower branches. From left to right, she thought it was okay. She took out her phone and took a picture as a souvenir. She didn't know who to send to. Just slid the screen of the phone until the name Lin Wei was swiped, and his fingertips slipped.

Song Yuhang covered his face.

"Ding Dong——" The phone on the table rang.

Lin Fan turned on the lamp and touched it. It was Song Yuhang's news. She didn't answer a word, only a picture, a bunch of beautiful roses.

Lin Nian seemed to understand something, his eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of his lips gradually tightened.

When she pressed the number and wanted to call back--

The other party has withdrawn this message.

At the same time, Lin Ge's dynamic popped up on the screen: an unforgettable Qixi Festival.

The picture is a dining table, candlelight dinner, fine wine and delicacies. Although the person sitting on the opposite side did not show his face, he showed half of his wrist. She knew who the watch was.

Lin Fan put down the phone, turned off the lamp, turned over and continued to sleep.

Having not waited for a long time to respond, she watched Lin Fan's head gradually turn gray, and Song Yuhang breathed a sigh of relief, with some regrets.

I don't know why, when she talked to herself in that kind of ridiculous tone next to Lin Wei, she could all trick her, and even flirted with her back.

But it is difficult to express the words of molesting with serious concern.

Song Yuhang couldn't understand, so he stopped thinking about it, poured a glass of boiled water and walked to his room, closed the door and continued to play with her baby mechanical stick.