Chapter 25: Fever (2)

The lawyer's day is always very busy, and the time to really sit down is very limited. There is a saying circulating in the Southern Cross Law Firm that every new client you receive, you must tell them that you must make an appointment with a lawyer in advance when you have a business.
Because the lawyer they are looking for may be anywhere, except the office.
In general, Gu Yan is also like this.
But today it broke the law.
Throughout the day, apart from finding new evidence early in the morning, he stayed in the hotel almost all the time, sitting quietly in a chair, working with a light brain and electronic pen.
On the holographic screen in front of him were several video clips retrieved in the morning. He leaned back in his chair with white ear buckles, resting on the armrest with one hand and holding a cup of coffee in the other.
There were a few blank pages on my knees, with only a few words written sporadically, which looked exceptionally neat.
When he was still studying a long time ago, he was a little proud. Everything is in my head after reading and studying. I don't like to waste time writing with a pen. At first, he felt that the speed of writing could not keep up with the speed of thinking. Secondly, he liked the most neat and tidy things. The written words were always not as tidy and clean as the electronic words with uniform specifications.
Later, when he was in the office of a dean, he glimpsed what the other party recorded. Several pages of paper were written with keywords. Some important things were written very large, some were like footnotes, and even sketches. Circles and wires coming out.
It stands to reason that it should be very messy, but at a glance it doesn't make people feel irritable at all, but it is rather pleasing to the eye.
The young dean who was a direct teacher of Gu Yan also gave Gu Yan suggestions. He sat behind his desk and said with a hint of smile: "It is recommended that you write with a pen when you read the information and have ideas. Because everyone's detailed content, layout and marking methods are different. Yes Using the cursor to select keywords that cannot be reflected by copy and paste represents the most three-dimensional state of a person when thinking, which is unique from anyone else. "
Gu Yan at the time felt that this was a bit reasonable, and later he tried to write with a pen, consciously cultivate this habit, and wrote it to the present.
The video on the holographic screen was put on the head again, Gu Yan pressed a pause, and moved his neck. During this short break of rest, he tapped the screen a few times and called up the paper sheet someone sent him.
On the paper is what the other party wrote down after watching the video all night.
To this day, he still admits that someone's words make sense-notes really represent a person's most three-dimensional state of mind, unique.
Because the text on the pages of paper in front of him, although the font has been deliberately changed, the temperament in his bones can't be concealed. At first glance, it is an unruly thing that is exactly the same as it was then.
Gu Yan finished reading a few pages without saying a word, and closed the page with all his brows.
"..."
How can I say, I can remember to change the font, it is probably difficult for him.
...
Although the anti-inflammatory drugs and antipyretics selected by Gu Yan were the least harmful, they still caused people to fall asleep with unconsciousness.
Yan Suizhi began to cover her quilt from 11 o'clock in the morning and slept until 8 o'clock in the night. This consciousness was so real that he didn't even have a dream, so that when he opened his eyes, he didn't know what tonight.
He woke up very quietly.
The ceiling light of the room is in soft light mode, warm yellow, not too bright, he can adapt well without even squinting.
The soft white quilt covered his chin, which did not hinder his breathing, but did not allow a cold wind to penetrate.
The room was not silent. After hearing, he was able to hear the occasional sound of cloth rubbing together with his consciousness. It was very light, so as not to disturb sleep, and made the room seem less empty.
Yan Suizhi turned his head along the subtle voice, and saw Gu Yanzheng sitting at the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the holographic screen, with a paper sheet on his knee, and an electronic pen loosely in his hand, his face calm.
Perhaps it was because of sleeping too long. For a few minutes, Yan Suizhi was in a state between a daze and a lazy mouth.
Until Gu Yan accidentally glanced here ...
"Wake up?" Gu Yan took off the earrings, dropped them on the glass table, and got up and walked over.
Yan Suizhi responded lazily, "Well."
After a while, he asked, "Are you always here with me?"
Because of being too lazy, he didn't even raise the question sentence due to the end tone, but fell very gently, like a declarative sentence.
"Otherwise?" Gu Yan walked over to the bed and replied indifferently, but the back of his hand was very naturally posted on Yan Sui's forehead. "If you burn something here, I'm responsible."
Yan Suizhi raised his eyebrows in a perfunctory manner, reminding: "Do you know, in general the hotel bedside cabinets are equipped with thermometers, I think it is more accurate than the back of the hand."
Gu Yan: "I'm used to having a prejudgement in my heart."
He finished talking lightly, really opened the bedside table and glanced, indeed there was an electronic thermometer.
"I think I forgot." Yan Suizhi's voice was dumb, and his voice was very light and slow, revealing a sense of full sleep, "You are useless this morning."
"Frankly speaking, with your forehead temperature enough to burn the back of my hand in the morning, you don't need to use a thermometer to judge." Gu Yan held the thermometer and touched it on Yan Sui's face with the measured end.
The thermometer sounded a "beep" and the reading was automatically displayed.
"... Frankly speaking, I saw the first time I used this thermometer to poke people's faces." Said Professor Yan Da who only showed a head and a face all over his body.
So energetic, it seems that the fever is almost gone.
Gu Yan glanced at the thermometer, and then reset the value to zero again, slamming his eyelids towards Yan Sui, "hand."
Professor Yan Da noblely extended a paw from the bed, and Gu Yan tapped the palm of his hand with a thermometer.
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Yan Suizhi: "How is it? Have you retreated?"
Gu Yan nodded, "Well, back."
Yan Suizhi: "I think the medicine you picked for me is very problematic and I don't want to move too much."
"Did I urge you to move?" Gu Yan was a little angry.
Yan Suizhi smiled, his lazy energy finally passed, he sat up with his body in a posture of getting out of bed.
Gu Yan was probably scared by him and was very sensitive to his every move. He immediately frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Bath." Yan Suizhi.
Gu Yan: "Then put some water on the wound and burn again? Can you try to let go of that leg?"
Yan Suizhi sat by the bed, looked down at his injured leg as he said, and said, "I covered it in the quilt for a day, I think I sweat a little, it will be rancid if you don't wash, you can bear one Randy intern? "
Gu Yan: "..."
He looked at Yan Suizhi expressionlessly, his expression converging, and he could not see for a moment whether he was making difficult choices or simply saying nothing.
In a word, after a few seconds, he said: "Rose it."
Yan Suizhi: "..."
In fact, he didn't smell much, but he always felt very uncomfortable, so he made some excuses, invited Mr. Gu's special and powerful Buddha out of the room, and wiped his body with a wet towel.
This time he was honest, avoiding the wound all the way and didn't toss it anymore.
Gu Yan was ushered into the door again by him, it was already 9:30 in the evening.
There was also a food delivery car in the hotel. He had a fever and inflammation for a day. At this point, he was very hungry, but he did not have a particularly good appetite. Even if Gu Yan really put some sweet shrimp, crab and frozen lamb chops in front of him this time, he didn't want to eat it. So only let the hotel boil a pot of porridge.
Perhaps in the morning, Brother Yin Nai was frightened by his wound. When the pot of porridge was delivered, Yan Suizhi found that there were a lot of supplements in it, and he also screened out all kinds of hair with great care.
This hotel is anything but ordinary, the porridge is very good, and adding so many things in it is not too greasy.
Yan Suizhi drank two cups, and Gu Yan also divided in half.
"You actually eat supper?" Yan Suizhi was a little surprised. After all, he had only seen Gu Yan busy and simply save a meal. He rarely saw him add a meal at an inappropriate time.
"You won't have dinner until now?" Yan Suizhi glanced at the trash storage box in the corner of the room, wondering.
"Eat." Gu Yan packed up the bowl and rang the bell to call the service. He answered.
Yan Suizhi was a bit suspicious of the letter, but soon his attention was drawn to the business.
After the room service pushed away from the dining car, Gu Yan sat down opposite Yan Suizhi and transferred out several videos in his brain to show Yan Suizhi, "Go and find Fix in the morning."
"How is it?" One of Yan Sui asked as he opened the video.
"A good news and a bad news." Gu Yan said.
Yan Suizhi: "Which one to say first? This is random, and I haven't heard bad news."
Gu Yan pointed to the holographic screen: "The owner of the taxi is not Faix, he was hired by the owner Jamie Black, the middle-aged man we have seen. The owner is unable to take two meals every day at noon and evening When he goes out to solicit, Fix takes over. "
"The good news is that Jamie Black is not stingy, has a driving recorder, and is the kind that can also be taken after locking the car, and also has an infrared mode."
Yan Suizhi raised her eyebrows, almost guessing: "So? The bad news is that something bad for Joshua Dale was filmed?"
Gu Yan nodded, "It's true."
Yan Suizhi made a rough look. Those videos happened to have taken pictures of Joshua Dale turning over the walls of people's houses. More than once in so many days of records.
He dragged the progress bar and asked Gu Yan: "Have you seen it?"
"Read it several times."
"Take notes?"
Gu Yan: "... remember. Don't you think this kind of thing shouldn't be said by interns?"
Yan Suizhi: "... I just ask."
He immediately digressed: "Right, the ones I remembered yesterday passed to you, did you read them?"
Gu Yan leaned on the back of the chair with an inexpressible expression, "Glanced."
Yan Suizhi: "Don't look closely? Why?"
Gu Yan: "Give you a suggestion, and then show the same kind of books to others, remember to hire a translator."
Yan Suizhi: "..."
The teacher didn't read the good words and cried when he appeared carefully in court.