"No Jiangbeiyuan Jiangbeiyuan..."
Yan Nian wanted to cry, and his thin shoulders trembled.
"It's fine,"
Zhang Fan stood behind Yan Nian and couldn't help but sigh.
"He drank too much and drank too much. His stomach bleeds. Just be careful in the future and don't drink so much again!"
"Well, thank you Doctor Zhang, thank you for saving Jiang Beiyuan, thank you very much!"
Forehead…
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan looked a little embarrassed!
God knows how much he was gloating about his misfortune when he was in the operating room just now!
Things are changing, Jiangbeiyuan, Jiangbeiyuan, you have fallen into my hands today, and if I don't take out your intestines, your grandfather will not be named Zhang!
No way!
He wasn't the one doing the surgery this time!
He is just a thug!
The chief surgeon and the vice-president all had serious faces, as if they were performing a major surgery of level three or above.
The other cooperating doctors around him did not dare to express their anger. They followed the director's instructions quickly and methodically, for fear of neglecting anything.
This posture made Zhang Fan really unable to bear it. He stood at the end of the bed and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it just stomach bleeding..."
Before he finished speaking, the deputy dean stared back with a fierce gaze.
"Shut up, people's lives are at stake, don't be hasty!"
Zhang Fan: “…”
Then the operation, which was supposed to be completed in one and a half hours, was forced to take three hours to complete due to the nervousness of this group of people.
Zhang Fan was sweating profusely when he came out of the operating room.
He was not nervous, he was holding it in, it was hot, it was like operating on a national treasure, everyone was trembling with fear.
After getting off the operating table, the director personally arranged a VIP high-end ward for Jiang Beiyuan.
The interior is spacious and bright, with an independent bathroom and a very good environment.
Before Yan Nian and Pei Jinling came in, Zhang Fan stared at the man on the bed. All he could think about were his three months' worth of coffee, his five-yuan water card, the broken tablet, and the white paper in the men's room. The coat, the wallet that has not yet been preserved, and the 30,000-word thesis that was torn into pieces!
besides! !
There are still traces of Jiang Beiyuan's pinch on his neck! !
My aunt can tolerate it, but my uncle cannot!
For a moment, Zhang Fan wanted to simply strangle Jiang Beiyuan to death.
Anyway, this man will be a disaster sooner or later!
but-
That face is so handsome, so gorgeous, and so intense.
If I strangle him to death, there will no longer be such a good-looking man in the world. What a pity.
Thinking about it this way, he suppressed the demonic thoughts that emerged from the bottom of his heart.
He can finally see that he can never be a bad guy because the psychological pressure he has to endure is too great!
"Okay... Since it's okay, then take good care of him. Just call me if you need anything."
His thoughts returned, Zhang Fan coughed twice at Yan Nian, and then left.
Fortunately, Jiang Beiyuan was not strangled to death.
Otherwise, I would really be ashamed to look at Yan Nian with such grateful eyes.
…
After Zhang Fan left, the huge ward returned to silence again.
For the first time in his life, Yan Nian hated silence so much.
She lay on the bedside and quietly looked at the man on the bed. His long eyebrows, his high bridge of nose, his thin lips and jawline formed a perfect arc.
She wanted to keep looking at him like this.
Until his eyes were blurred by a layer of tears.
I want to be completely dependent on one person.
How long has it been since you relied on someone
At this moment, she couldn't help but bury her head in his palm and cry bitterly.
It turned out that somehow, Jiang Beiyuan, a man, had reached a point where her presence or absence was all in her heart.
Whether he believed it or not, it was all her belief.
(End of chapter)