Quick Wear: The Rescue Plan of the Male Supporting Actor of the Popular Cannon Fodder

Chapter 381: Saved by a fierce and rough boss

Wen Yang looked at the empty house, sighed silently, and went out to work at the clinic.

As soon as he stepped into the clinic, Wen Yang saw Cheng Zheng sitting on a bamboo chair in the yard as usual.

Seeing her push the door in, Cheng Zheng raised his head and stared at her without any concealment. There was a probing look in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through her. He was completely different from the way he treated her as nothing before.

Wen Yang tried his best to ignore Cheng Zheng's gaze, pretended to be normal, walked into the house, and greeted Song Yuan.

Song Yuan was sorting medicinal herbs in the house. When he saw Wen Yang coming, he looked up, handed Wen Yang a stack of old, yellowed papers, and found paper and pen for him.

"The powder I ground previously is enough. I won't grind any more medicine today. Please help me copy down these prescriptions on the table outside."

When he heard the words "the table outside", a look of embarrassment flashed across Wen Yang's face.

Cheng Zheng was sitting on a bamboo chair outside. If she went outside to copy the prescription, wouldn't she have to sit face to face with Cheng Zheng?

The embarrassing incident that happened in the restaurant yesterday made her feel ashamed to face Cheng Zheng.

But since Song Yuan, as her employer, had assigned her the job, she couldn't refuse.

So she pursed her lips and replied softly, "Okay." Then she took the prescription, paper and pen from Song Yuan and walked out of the house.

Wen Yang took the things and walked to the table. She asked cautiously, "Mr. Cheng, can I sit here and copy the prescription?"

Hearing this, Cheng Zheng raised his eyebrows, then glanced at the bamboo chair opposite him, then raised his eyes again and replied, "Please."

Hearing that Cheng Zheng did not refuse, Wen Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She gently pulled open the bamboo chair in front of her and slowly sat down, but she was still a little uneasy in her heart.

She could feel Cheng Zheng's gaze on her, but she could only try not to look up and pretend to be unaware.

She lowered her head, spread out the prescription Song Yuan gave her neatly in front of her, picked up a pen and began to copy it carefully on the paper.

It was very quiet around, and the only sound I could hear was the gentle sound of the wind and the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Just as Wen Yang was concentrating on copying the prescription, suddenly, a pair of large hands with distinct joints appeared in her sight and took away one of the prescriptions she had placed aside.

After staring at it for a while, the man in front of him praised it out loud: "The handwriting is very beautiful."

Wen Yang didn't look up, still keeping his eyelashes drooping, and whispered, "Thank you." Then he continued copying.

Cheng Zheng looked at Wen Yang, who had never met his eyes from beginning to end, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

After he put the prescription Wen Yang had copied back to its original place, he leisurely leaned back on the bamboo chair and suddenly asked in a casual tone, "Are you and your brother Lu dating?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the pen that had just been held firmly and pretended to be calm suddenly stopped.

The ink instantly seeped into the paper, leaving a black scar.

Wen Yang didn't expect Cheng Zheng to ask her such a direct question at this moment, and her pretty face blushed with embarrassment.

She replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito's: "No, I don't have that kind of feelings towards him."

Hearing Wen Yang's answer, Cheng Zheng felt inexplicably better, and the corners of his lips gradually curved up slightly.

"That's good." Cheng Zheng replied with a smile.

Wen Yang: “???”

That's good? What's good?

She found that she was becoming more and more unable to understand Cheng Zheng. He had been avoiding her before, but now he was asking about her affairs and saying things that were misleading.

Wen Yang ignored Cheng Zheng and, somewhat distractedly, crumpled up the piece of paper he had written on into a small ball and threw it aside. He then took a new piece of paper and began to copy it carefully.

Fortunately, Cheng Zheng did not disturb her again, because he was soon called into the room by Dr. Song for treatment.

In this way, the day passed quickly.

After Dr. Song removed all the needles from Cheng Zheng's body and put them away, he turned around and said, "Mr. Cheng, this course of treatment is almost over. You'll need another day of acupuncture tomorrow, and then observe for two more days. If the headaches don't recur, it should be completely cured."

Cheng Zheng sat up from the platform, put on his shirt, and nodded slightly. "In that case, thank you very much, Mr. Song."

Song Yuan waved his hand and said, "Mr. Cheng, you're too polite. This is what I, as a doctor, should do." Then, after putting his things away, he turned around and said, "If you don't feel any other discomfort, Mr. Cheng can go home today."

"Okay." After saying that, Cheng Zheng stood up from the stage and walked out of the house.

Wen Yang had also finished copying down the prescription at this moment. She tidied up the thick stack of papers on the table, picked it up and prepared to go into the house.

When passing by Cheng Zheng, he suddenly heard Cheng Zheng ask without any context: "Wen Yang, do you believe in past lives?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yang paused and subconsciously looked up at Cheng Zheng in horror.

With just one glance, he met Cheng Zheng's slightly narrowed eyes. The inquiry hidden in his eyes was obvious and not concealed at all.

She didn't understand why Cheng Zheng asked such a question at this moment. Could it be that Cheng Zheng had the ability to read minds, so he knew that she was a person who was reborn?

Wen Yang suppressed these unrealistic speculations in his heart, hurriedly looked away, and replied with forced calmness: "Mr. Cheng, superstition is not good... If the treatment is over today, you should go back quickly."

After saying that, Wen Yang walked into the house holding the copied prescription in his hand. His hurried steps made him look like he was running away.

Wen Yang's reaction just now was very flustered, obviously a panic after the matter was pointed out.

"Wait a few more days... If you can be completely cured, I can confirm whether you are the person I'm looking for..." Cheng Zheng murmured as he looked at Wen Yang's back.

......

When Wen Yang came out of the house again, Cheng Zheng had already left.

Looking at the empty yard, Wen Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

She had just handed all her things to Song Yuan, and Song Yuan also said that she could leave.

So she packed up quickly, went back to the house to say hello, and walked out of the clinic's yard.

Because she had been copying prescriptions all day, Wen Yang felt her hands and neck were extremely sore. She walked out of the alley while moving her neck.

However, when she reached the middle of the alley, she heard footsteps following her from behind.

Thinking of the last time he was followed by a man in the rain, Wen Yang's steps paused slightly, and a thin layer of cold sweat unconsciously seeped out on his forehead.

She didn't even dare to turn her head, but quickened her pace and prepared to walk towards the alley entrance.

However, suddenly, the footsteps behind her quickened and followed her at a trot.

Just as Wen Yang was about to run out, she was suddenly slapped hard on the shoulder.

"what--!!!"