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Yan Qing turned around, his gaze lingering on the two individuals below for a moment before he honestly replied, "It's hard to say."
Dr. Wang didn’t know them well, and Zhang Liu was even less familiar to him; he found it difficult to make a judgment.
"What if you had to choose one?"
Yan Qing instinctively glanced at Tan Ming's expression, trying to catch a hint of emotion on his face.
"Why?"
Yan Qing couldn’t articulate the reason himself; he just felt that this answer seemed to be what Tan Ming wanted to hear.
Tan Ming slowly said, "If the murderer is among the two of them, I hope it's not Zhang Liu."
Now it was Yan Qing's turn to ask, "Why?"
Tan Ming didn’t answer, but deep down, he had an answer. Perhaps it was because Zhang Liu had unwaveringly believed he wasn’t the murderer.
After using the restroom, Yan Qing found Tan Ming lying on his bed with his eyes closed, already asleep. He wasn’t very tired at that moment, so he went downstairs.
In the kitchen below, Li Jianping was busy working away while Xu Le and a few others helped out. The kitchen was filled with steam and the sounds of pots and pans clattering together.
Since they hadn’t reached any conclusions earlier, the other messengers had gradually left. Only Dr. Wang sat alone at the dining table, a flickering candle illuminating the darkness around him. He held a medical book in his hands, with a notebook beside him, deeply engrossed in his reading.
Yan Qing approached and greeted him, "Dr. Wang, what are you reading?"
"Oh, this." Dr. Wang smiled as he turned the book around for Yan Qing to see.
Yan Qing focused and saw that the title was "Eye Diseases and Miscellaneous Disorders."
"Dr. Wang is quite studious."
"I can’t really understand it; just passing the time," Dr. Wang replied as he closed the book.
Dr. Wang maintained a good attitude despite the cacophony of growls from outside that seemed ready to shatter eardrums. He managed to calm himself in such an environment and read without distraction, which was truly commendable.
He ruffled his hair and chuckled sheepishly, "I’ve gotten used to it."
"Oh?" Yan Qing frowned slightly, feeling a bit puzzled.
Dr. Wang explained, "I come from a poor rural area. When I was young, my family was so impoverished that we barely made ends meet. After school, I had to take the cows up the mountain. During that time, I often carried a book with me. Whenever the cows were grazing, I would seize the opportunity to read. At this point, he smiled shyly, his face glowing with the happiness of memories. Back then, I would get so engrossed in my reading that I lost track of the cows, and my parents and sister would have to search all over the mountains for them."
Yan Qing couldn't help but laugh. "I wasn't as studious as you when I was young; I was quite mischievous and ran around everywhere."
"I actually didn't want to study at first either," Dr. Wang continued. "But my parents told me that only by working hard in my studies could I change our family's situation. There was no other way."
"Parents always say that," Yan Qing replied thoughtfully. "By the way, don't you worry about your family?" She felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of her unreliable relatives, while Dr. Wang seemed unaffected by such concerns.
"They're all waiting for me at home," Dr. Wang said, a warm smile flickering in his eyes when he mentioned his family.
Yan Qing understood; it was a look of anticipation.
"Don't you worry about yourself?" Yan Qing almost asked but swallowed her words, feeling that it might sound inappropriate.
"Worrying doesn't help; it's better to relax," Dr. Wang said before returning to his book, his focused expression suggesting that everything around him was irrelevant.
Yan Qing thought to herself that there was some truth in what he said.
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