Next to me, the director was holding his things and was about to go back to rest. He saw something strange in the planning: "What's wrong?"
"Look at Jiang Xinran's Weibo." The planner reached out and clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo.
Although the director did not agree that Jiang Xinran's potential exceeded that of Meng Fu, he did agree with Jiang Xinran's potential. Hearing this, he lowered his head and glanced, and at this glance, he was also cold.
Jiang Xinran's Weibo account is certified and has a yellow "V".
Fans: 4.89 million.
Compared to Meng Fu’s 90 million fans, 4.89 million is just a fraction of Meng Fu’s.
but-
Jiang Xinran is just an amateur, and it is good for an amateur to have tens of thousands of fans. Like Gao Mian and Qiao Le, one or two hundred fans is normal.
The director and the planner looked at each other, and the planner immediately scrolled down.
Jiang Xinran’s latest Weibo was forwarded just yesterday.
vXinranxr: Guess which of my works was selected? //@v Xiangcheng Art Exhibition: A national art exhibition jointly organized by the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the Painting Association. This year’s exhibition area is in Xiangcheng. We are honored that Xiangcheng can be the exhibition area for the art exhibition. We have invited many famous teachers in the industry to work with At the same time, domestic fresh blood also landed at the booth for the first time...
There are 12,000 comments below.
Of course, it is incomparable to Meng Fu’s 1 million comments on Weibo.
But 12,000 comments from an amateur is absolutely outrageous.
The planner took a look and quickly informed the director, "This art exhibition is a national comprehensive exhibition, held every three years. It has a great influence on the art and fine art circles. How can she participate in such a large exhibition? I don't know what it is. Booth.”
The director's mind moved, "Look at her Weibo verification."
The planner scrolled up and directly clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo certification content: C-level member of the Painting Association, ninth-level pianist, silver medal in the National Mathematics Competition...
"C-level member of the Painting Association? Pianist? Painter Xinran?" The planner looked at this string of certifications and couldn't help but be stunned.
He accidentally learned from last week that Jiang Xinran could draw and that he could draw pretty well, so the program team also judged that Jiang Xinran had potential.
But I never expected that Jiang Xinran was a C-level member of the Painting Association.
Forget it, a tenth-level pianist, how old is she this year
After the director read the certification, he continued to scroll down with his planning phone, and saw Jiang Xinran's Weibo posts. Most of them were paintings, but also pianos.
The comments are not low.
"I'm just saying," the planner came back to his senses and grinned widely. He looked at the director, "Look, after the show is broadcast, Jiang Xinran's popularity will grow exponentially. She will definitely be more popular than Meng Xinran." It’s scary, you, a member of the Painting Association, are so young to be able to participate in such a big exhibition.”
"Xiangcheng Comprehensive Exhibition..." The planner was excited and didn't want to take a rest. He said excitedly, "Although it's still early, we can communicate with Jiang Xinran in advance to see if we can go in and shoot a section!"
The planner is not from CCTV. He considers not only the documentary, but also the program’s attractions and traffic exposure.
**
The next day, early in the morning.
After Meng Fu and Qiao Le finished eating, they went to see the 18th patient bed.
When they arrived, they happened to encounter Song Jia and three others giving acupuncture to 17 patients.
Gao Mian held the medical record card and looked at Jiang Xinran and Song Jia, "You two are so amazing!"
It was only the second day that I dared to get an acupuncture.
"The acupoint map given by Dr. Chen is nothing." Song Jia pulled out the needle and looked at Boss Liu in bed 17, "How do you feel?"
"Very good. I can feel some sensation in my toes." Boss Liu clearly felt that the blood in his legs was flowing a little better. He looked at the three of them and was very excited, "Thank you to the three little miracle doctors."
Gao Mian recorded Boss Liu's legs. Hearing this, he smiled brightly and said, "Boss Liu, you probably don't know that this one," he pointed at Song Jia, "this one is the future star!"
Jiang Xinran put away the needle and saw Meng Fu and others coming in outside the door. She said, "Let's hurry up. We have to see Dr. Chen for surgery today."
Gao Mian nodded to Song Jia and sped up the movements in his hands.
Since the last time Meng Fu went to the operating room twice in a row, until today, Dr. Chen only calls Song Jia's team every time he performs an operation.
Including this time, Dr. Chen still calls them for surgeries above level 4.
Gao Mian grinned, feeling glad for his choice once again.
Seeing Meng Fu and Qiao Le, Gao Mian also said hello naturally, "Good morning."
"Okay." Meng Fu nodded towards him.
Qiao Lepi said with a smile, "Good morning."
**
Mr. Meng Fu has a lazy look, and his Chuchen face is full of charm. He is really a northern beauty, peerless and independent.
Even wearing a white coat, he doesn't look like a doctor.
She put one hand lazily in her pocket, and with the other she directed Qiao Le to pull the bed curtain and half-sit on Xiao Wei's bed.
Compared with the seriousness of Song Jia and the others, they are somewhat cynical.
When the bed curtain was pulled up, Meng Fu pointed at Qiao Le and asked her to get an acupuncture.
Once raw, twice cooked.
Today Qiao Le is more stable than yesterday. She found several acupuncture points without Meng Fu's prompting. However, she couldn't control the depth of the needles, which made Xiao Wei's pain even stronger.
"I'm sorry." Looking at Xiao Wei who was shaking in pain, Qiao Le apologized quickly.
Xiao Wei shook his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was deep, "It's okay."
Meng Fu yawned and directed Qiao Le to put away the silver needle. He lazily recorded Xiao Wei's condition today. After recording, he took Qiao Le to the emergency room.
All the doctors left.
Boss Liu looked at Meng Fu's unserious back, then glanced at Xiao Wei, whose fingers were trembling, and said with a smile, "Xiao Wei, can you feel your toes? I have some feeling in my toes."
Xiao Wei's face was very hard. He didn't say anything. He only glanced at Boss Liu and then looked away.
Under the quilt, his toes moved.
Xiao Wei's dim eyes gradually gained some light.
**
Qiao Le followed Meng Fu, thinking about Song Jia and the other three going to see Director Chen for surgery.
I didn't think about it for a long time, so I asked, "No, Dr. Chen has not asked you to watch for three consecutive times. I remember that he was praising you last time."
He is calm and clear-minded. The key is that he and Dr. Chen seem to have a good understanding.
After the operation that day, Director Chen personally asked Meng Fu. Qiao Le could see Director Chen's appreciation for Meng Fu.
Why didn't you go to Meng Fu for these operations
Meng Fu put his hands in his white coat, his eyebrows were deep and graceful. Hearing this, he glanced at her and said lazily: "You want to watch?"
"Ah? Dr. Chen's surgery is rare. How many people wish to learn from him, but I can't learn anything," Qiao Le shook his head, "I'm just saying that you..."
"If you don't want to go, forget it." Meng Fu nodded, indicating that he understood. "You should practice acupuncture in the past few days."
Qiao Le put his hands behind his head and sighed: "Then you don't mean that we can go if we want to. I'll get familiar with acupuncture first."
Of course, Qiao Le still doesn't know that the acupuncture basics that Meng Fu gave her so casually at this time will make her sweep away everyone of her generation except Meng Fu.
"Well," Meng Fu comforted her, "Fuck you, the operating table may not work. How can I put it? Don't force anything, just play with the silver needles."
Qiao Le: "..."
Why can Meng Fu survive until now
**
Throughout the day, Meng Fu and Qiao Le followed the nurses and doctors in the emergency hall to treat patients one after another.
In the afternoon, they go to the equipment room to learn acupuncture.
The head nurse of the equipment room is not here today.
Meng Fu wasn't in a good mood either. She didn't feel well every time she came back from the emergency room.
She taught Qiao Le how to perform acupuncture.
In the evening, the two went back to the dormitory together. Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car on the road and asked Qiao Le to go back first.
The camera knew enough not to follow her.
"Why are you here?" Meng Fu sat on the bench in the hospital.
"His birthday gift is ready," Su Cheng looked at her, handed her a cup of warm milk tea, paused, and then slowly said, "I also prepared one for him."
Meng Fu thought for a while and commented seriously, "Then he must be moved to tears."
Su Cheng raised his eyebrows, feeling that Jiang Xinchen might not be too moved. Then he took out a blank greeting card and gave it to Meng Fu: "Write him a greeting card and I'll find a time to send it back together."
Meng Fu finished recording the show on the 26th and had to go filming, so he had no time to go back.
"You want to write him a greeting card?" Meng Fu took it and bit the straw, "You're so squeamish?"
She put the half-drunk milk tea into Su Cheng's hand and wrote a random sentence on the greeting card.
Looking up, he saw Su Cheng looking at the milk tea cup without saying anything.
Meng Fu paused and looked at Su Cheng in disbelief: "You want to drink?"
She glanced at Su Cheng, then lowered her head, drank all the milk tea in his hand, then inserted the greeting card into Su Cheng's pocket and said seriously: "Give up."
After saying that, she put on her hat and went straight back to the dormitory.
When returning to the dormitory, Song Jia had just returned. Gao Mian was pouring water in the hall. He saw Meng Fu and Song Jia coming back and greeted them.
Song Jia glanced into the hall, "Where is Jiang Xinran?"
Gao Mian smiled mysteriously, with some excitement on his face: "The director asked her to go out."
"Director?" Song Jia was stunned.
Gao Mian couldn't hold it back, "Xinran is really a painter! And she's very famous!"
Qiao Le was also sitting in the hall. Hearing this, he also spoke, "She is only 20 years old, and her paintings have been included in the National Art Exhibition."
Meng Fu yawned, and some tears filled his peach blossom eyes.
When she heard about the National Exhibition, she glanced at Qiao Le and said casually, "National Exhibition?"
It was the first time Qiao Le saw that Meng Fu was interested in something, and he quickly explained to her: "The National Exhibition is an art exhibition held every three years. It is a very important exhibition! Jiang Xinran is a painter with very superb painting skills. I saw The peony picture she posted on Weibo is almost fake, and the most important thing is that you can’t believe that she is a C-level student at the Beijing Painting Association Headquarters!”