Chapter 44

At night, the car drove in the busy street, and it took more than half an hour to arrive.

They came to the private hospital where Jin Beihan was treated last time.

As soon as the elevator door opened, countless doctors got up to say hello, "Hello, Mr. Jin."

Jin Beihan passes through the middle indifferently. Song Yarong wears high-heeled shoes. Some of them can't keep up with his pace, so they can only keep up with him.

In the office, the doctor told Jin Beihan's situation and the two people, and also analyzed song Yarong's test report.

It is strange that the two people did not have any contact point, but they were able to work together unexpectedly.

This time I asked two people to come here for a closer examination and matching with the style to see if they could weaken Jin Beihan's sleep disorder.

Doctors issued a series of cumbersome documents, each with different doctors to check two people, and all kinds of matching.

When the blood drawing needle appeared in front of song Yarong again, she was a little flustered.

She doesn't want to drink a bowl of ginseng tea. It's really delicious.

Fortunately, only a little blood was drawn this time.

After half a day's hard work, song Yarong's task was completed. As soon as she came out of the medical room, Jiang Huai seemed to have been waiting for a long time with dinner.

"Madame, this is the dinner ordered by my Lord." Jiang Huai saw song Yarong come out and hurried forward.

Jiang Huai finds a rest room and asks song Yarong to eat there for the time being.

The kitchen of Jin Beihan's room was blown up by song Yarong. Although it has been completely restored, it still has a strong smell.

Song Yarong had no appetite after eating a few mouthfuls. He suddenly thought of Jin Beihan, "Jiang tezhu, how did you get this disease?"

"It's better for madam to ask the Lord about it in person."

Jiang Huai directly refuses song Yarong's question. Jin Beihan is his employer. How can he get information from his employer, even his wife.

Song Yarong flat mouth, and Jin Beihan as ruthless.

Half an hour later, song Yarong is bored. Sitting in her seat, Jiang Huai goes out to find Jin Beihan. She is the only one in the rest room.

Warm morning light, through the window into the room.

"Ding Ling Ling..."

"Ding Ling Ling..."

The alarm set by the phone rings.

The man on the bed put out a hand from the quilt and turned off the alarm clock with a bang.

After a few minutes, the alarm clock thought again.

The man who got out of bed sat up and took the alarm clock which was still ringing.

"It's already half past seven. No, I'm late for school!"

Song Yarong quickly gets up and runs into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. In a few minutes, song Yarong walks out of the bathroom with a toothbrush and looks at the bedroom.

Isn't she in a private hospital? How could she wake up in the villa?

Song Yarong has a terrible idea.

"Ding Ling Ling..."

"Ding Ling Ling..."

The alarm at the head of the bed brings song Yarong's thoughts back.

Regardless of the alarm, song Yarong quickly flashes into the bathroom, brushes her teeth, washes her face, changes her clothes, and even has no time to eat breakfast. She gets on the car arranged by Jin Beihan and goes to school.

In the following days, song Yarong's days were very regular. He went to and from school on time. After school, he made the textbook Jin Beihan gave him in his study.

Sometimes Jin Beihan would wait for her in the study, teaching while doing, or at night when Jin Beihan came back, song Yarong would give Jin Beihan his textbook.

Occasionally, Xiyang comes to song Yarong with unique things.

Song Yarong's achievements in mathematics, physics and chemistry are constantly improving, and even no longer appear. She doesn't listen carefully in class. She takes every class seriously.

Day after day, everyone in the class finds that song Yarong has not changed.

That day, song Yarong as usual, in self-study class, has not been on half, mathematics and chemistry teacher with a pile of papers came in.

"Dear students, let's hand out the examination paper of the day before yesterday."

"Seventy nine points, Xu Xi."

“……”

"68 points, Liu Xueying.""Eighty two points, Su manrou."

"Ninety eight, Shen Hanjun."

“……”

All the papers of the class were handed out, but song Yarong didn't get them.

They are all very surprised that Shen Hanjun can get such a high score, but in Su manrou's eyes, they are more proud.

In the classroom, all of a sudden became active.

Song Ya Rong frowned, so long she has not got the test paper.

Hands up, "teacher, I haven't got the paper yet."

This sentence is like a joke. Many people laugh when they hear it, and they don't give song Yarong face.

The professor of mathematics, physics and chemistry patted the table and cleared his throat. "Please be quiet. All the papers in the class except song Yarong's will be sent out."

"Do you know why, because people are making progress all this time, but you are still the same!"

Professor's words, let the following people are confused, confused looking at the professor.

The professor sighed and held up her test paper. "This time, song Yarong scored 89 points, which is higher than many people sitting here."

"The people who used to be at the bottom have surpassed two-thirds of the class. Are you ashamed?"

The whole class are frightened eyes, one after another, staring at the test paper.

Some people are even unconvinced. They look at the questions one by one and check song Yarong's mistakes.

Such a score, song Yarong had expected, just a little higher than expected, but it did not affect her performance.

Sitting on the spot, song Yarong followed them to check his test paper.

The man checked for several times, but he couldn't find out. Then he changed to another person. At the end of the day, all of them shook their heads. Song Yarong's questions were all on the dot.

There is really no way to find out any mistakes.

What Liu Xueying dislikes most is song Yarong. This time, she is even higher than her in the exam. She is depressed and resentful.

"Maybe someone else copied it. It's not like nobody in the class is taller than her." The tone was sour.

"If you don't say that, maybe people will really work hard." Looking away, Shen Hanjun, who was staring at her, gave a knowing smile.

Su manrou's words made Liu Xueying's face suddenly look bad, and she walked to song Yarong step by step, "who knows, don't you think you saw that song Yarong didn't cheat?"

"No... No."

"That's it. Maybe she has a cheat slip in her hand."

Liu Xueying's eyes are full of jealousy, the kind of unwilling and sour face, all floating in the face.

The professor, who was in a bad mood, was made even worse by the students. He yelled sternly, "all sit back in the same place and see if you are like a class."

"Song Yarong's way of doing questions is better than all of you, even the only one. If you copy it, you copy it from her."