First-Class Lawyer

A lawyer's day is always very busy, and the time to really sit down is very limited.There is a saying in the Southern Cross law firm that every time you receive a new client, you must tell them that you must make an appointment with the lawyer in advance if you have something to do, and don't go straight to the law firm rashly.

Because the lawyer they're looking for could be anywhere but an office.

Under normal circumstances, Gu Yan is also like this.

But today the law is broken.

During the whole day, except for looking for new evidence early in the morning, he almost stayed in the hotel, sitting quietly on a chair, working with an optical brain and an electronic pen.

On the holographic screen in front of him were a few video clips that he retrieved in the morning. He was leaning back in the chair with white earbuds, one hand resting loosely on the armrest, and the other holding a cup of coffee.

There are a few blank pages on the knees, with only a few words written here and there, looking extraordinarily neat.

When he was still studying a long time ago, he was a little arrogant.I keep everything in my mind after reading and learning, and I don’t like wasting time to write with a pen.First, he felt that the speed of writing could not keep up with the speed of thinking, and second, he liked extremely neat things, and the written words were not as neat and clear as electronic words with uniform specifications, which were clear at a glance.

Later, when he was working in the office of a certain dean, he glimpsed the records of the other party. There were several pages, with key words written here and there. The circles and connections that come out.

It is reasonable to say that it should be very messy, but at a glance, it does not make people feel upset at all, but it is pleasing to the eye.

The young dean who was Gu Yan's direct teacher even gave advice to Gu Yan.Sitting behind his desk, he said with a smile: "I suggest that you write with a pen when you read the materials and have ideas. Because everyone records the content in detail, arranges the layout, and marks the way. Yes What cannot be reflected by selecting keywords with the cursor to copy and paste represents the most three-dimensional state of a person's thinking, which is different from anyone else and unique."

At that time, Gu Yan felt that there was some truth in this statement, and later tried to start writing with a pen, and consciously cultivated this habit, and wrote it until now.

The video recording on the holographic screen was placed on the head again, Gu Yan pressed the pause button, and moved his neck.During this short break, he tapped the screen a few times and called up the paper someone sent him.

On the page is what the other party wrote down after watching the video overnight.

To this day, he still admits that someone’s words are very reasonable—notes can indeed represent a person’s most three-dimensional state of mind, which is unique.

Because although the fonts on the few pages in front of him have been deliberately changed, the temperament in his bones still cannot be concealed. At first glance, it looks like an unruly and unrestrained thing, exactly the same as back then.

Gu Yan read a few pages without saying a word, then closed all the pages with a pinched brow.

"..."

How should I put it, it would probably be difficult for him to remember to change the font.

……

Although the anti-inflammatory drugs and anti-fever drugs selected by Gu Yan had the least side effects, they still made people fall into unconsciousness.

Yan Suizhi started sleeping with the quilt close to 11 o'clock in the morning, and slept until 8 o'clock at night.This feeling was so real that he didn't even have a dream, so that when he opened his eyes, he didn't know what was going on.

He wakes up peacefully.

The overhead light in the room was turned on in soft light mode, warm yellow, not too bright, and he could adapt well without even squinting.

The white and soft quilt was covered up to his chin, which didn't hinder his breathing, but didn't let a trace of cold wind get in.

The room was not completely silent. After his sense of hearing was awakened along with his consciousness, he could hear the occasional sound of cloth rubbing against each other. It was so light that it would not disturb sleep, and it made the room less empty.

Yan Suizhi turned his head following the subtle voice, and saw Gu Yan sitting by the French window looking at the holographic screen, with a page on his knee, an electronic pen loosely in his hand, and a calm face.

Maybe it was because of sleeping for too long, for a few minutes, Yan Suizhi was in a state between dazed and too lazy to speak.

Until Gu Yan inadvertently glanced this way...

"Are you awake?" Gu Yan took off his earbuds, threw them on the glass table, got up and walked over.

Only then did Yan Suizhi lazily reply, "En."

After a while, he asked, "Have you been with me all this time?"

Because he was too lazy, he didn't even have the uptick that a question should have at the end, but fell very gently, like a declarative sentence.

"Otherwise?" Gu Yan walked to the bed, replied in a cold tone, but very naturally put the back of his hand on Yan Suizhi's forehead, "If you have any problems with burning here, I will be responsible."

Yan Suizhi raised his eyebrows perfunctorily, and reminded: "You know, there are usually thermometers in the bedside cabinets in hotels, and I think it's more accurate than the back of your hand."

Gu Yan: "I'm used to having a mental prediction first."

After he finished speaking lightly, he really opened the bedside table and took a look, there was indeed an electronic thermometer.

"I think I forgot." Yan Suizhi's voice was hoarse, and his voice was very soft and slow, revealing the sound of a deep sleep, "You are useless in the morning."

"Forgive me, with your forehead temperature enough to burn the back of my hand in the morning, there is no need to use a thermometer to judge." Gu Yan held the thermometer, and casually touched Yan Suizhi's face with the measuring end.

The thermometer beeped once, and the reading was automatically displayed.

"...With all due respect, this is the first time I have seen this kind of thermometer being used to poke a person's face." Professor Yanda said, with only a head and a face exposed.

With such energy, it seems that the fever has almost subsided.

Gu Yan glanced at the thermometer, then reset the value to zero, and said to Yan Sui with lowered eyelids, "Hand."

Professor Yanda condescendingly stretched out a paw from under the quilt, and Gu Yan tapped his palm again with a thermometer.

Di-

Yan Suizhi: "How is it? Have you retired?"

Gu Yan nodded, "Well, I'm back."

Yan Suizhi: "I think the medicine you picked for me is very problematic. I don't want to move after taking it."

"Did I urge you to move?" Gu Yan was a little annoyed.

Yan Suizhi smiled, and the laziness in his body finally passed. He propped himself up and sat up, as if he was going to get out of bed.

Gu Yan was probably frightened by him, and was very sensitive to his every move, so he immediately frowned and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Take a bath." Yan Suizhi.

Gu Yan: "Then pour some water on the wound and have another round of fever? Can you try to let go of that leg?"

Yan Suizhi sat on the edge of the bed, followed his words, looked down at his injured leg, and clicked his tongue, "I've been covered in the quilt for a whole day, and I think I'm sweating a little, and it will go bad if I don't wash it, you can bear it for a while." A rotten intern?"

Gu Yan: "..."

He looked at Yan Suizhi expressionlessly, his expression was restrained, and he couldn't tell for a while whether he was making a difficult choice or simply expressing his speechlessness.

In short, after several seconds, he said: "It's rotten."

Yan Suizhi: "..."

In fact, he didn't have any smell on him, but he always felt very uncomfortable, so he still found some excuses, and asked Barrister Gu, the irritating Buddha, out of the room, and then wiped his body with a wet towel.

This time he was finally honest, avoided the wound the whole time, and didn't bother with it anymore.

Gu Yan was welcomed into the door by him again, it was already 9:[-] in the evening.

The hotel's food delivery truck also entered the door together. He had been tossing around for a day with fever and inflammation. At this point, he was very hungry, but he didn't have a particularly good appetite.Even if Gu Yan really spread some sweet shrimp and crab jelly lamb chops in front of him this time, he didn't really want to eat them.So I just asked the hotel to cook a pot of porridge for him.

Perhaps Brother Yinding was frightened by his wound in the morning. When the pot of porridge was delivered, Yan Suizhi found that there were a lot of tonics in it, and he carefully sifted out all kinds of hair.

This hotel is average, but the porridge is very good, and it is not greasy after adding so many things.

Yan Suizhi drank two cups, and Gu Yan also shared half of them.

"You actually know how to eat supper?" Yan Suizhi was a little surprised, after all, he only saw Gu Yan skipping a meal when he was busy, and rarely saw him adding a meal at an inappropriate time.

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Yan Suizhi glanced at the trash storage box in the corner of the room and asked suspiciously.

"Eat." Gu Yan cleaned up the bowls and cups, rang the bell to call for service, and replied.

Yan Suizhi was a little skeptical, but soon his attention was drawn to the business.

After the room service pushed the dining car away, Gu Yan sat down opposite Yan Suizhi, and played a few videos in his brain to show Yan Suizhi, "I went to find Fix in the morning."

"How is it?" Yan Suizhi asked and clicked on the video to play.

"A good news and a bad news." Gu Yan said.

Yan Suizhi: "Which one to talk about first? It's optional. It's not like I haven't heard bad news."

Gu Yan pointed to the holographic screen: "The owner of that taxi is not Fix, he was hired by the owner Jamie Black, the middle-aged man we have seen. When going out to solicit customers, Fix will take over."

"The good news is that Jamie Black is not stingy. He installed a driving recorder, and it is the kind that can shoot after locking the car. It also has an infrared mode."

Yan Suizhi raised his eyebrows and almost had a guess: "So? The bad news is that something unfavorable to Joshua Dale was photographed?"

Gu Yan nodded, "That's right."

Yan Suizhi flipped through it roughly, and those videos happened to capture the scene of Joshua Dale climbing over the wall of his courtyard. In so many days of recording, it was captured more than once.

He dragged the progress bar and asked Gu Yan: "Have you read it?"

"I read it several times."

"Take notes?"

Gu Yan: "...I forgot. Don't you think this kind of thing shouldn't be said by interns?"

Yan Suizhi: "...I'm just asking."

He immediately changed the topic: "By the way, the ones I wrote down yesterday are passed on to you, have you read them?"

Gu Yan leaned back on the chair, with an indescribable expression on his face, "Glanced."

Yan Suizhi: "Didn't look carefully? Why?"

Gu Yan: "I'll give you a suggestion. In the future, when you want to show those bible-like things to others, remember to hire a translator."

Yan Suizhi: "..."

Don't read the teacher's good words, and be careful to cry when you appear in court.