Zhang Fan coughed twice. Will this person grasp the key point? "By the way, are you going to be discharged from the hospital now? Are you okay? Don't you need to rest for a while?"
"No need, it's no big deal."
He knows his own body well.
Everything was sorted and ready to go.
The breeze is blowing on both sleeves, and the whole body is alone, without any luggage.
"Then since you are leaving, remember to report to the dean. Your operation last night was shocking! Both the dean and deputy dean were dispatched, and the hospital's new instruments imported from Germany were also used. After moving here, there are more than 20 doctors in the operating room, almost selling the entire hospital to you, Jiang Beiyuan, as a foil!"
"knew."
Compared to Zhang Fan's excitement, Jiang Beiyuan was as calm and easy-going as ever, and just responded lightly.
He would eventually go back to the dean's side.
Otherwise, the human relations relationship is still in the hospital, and he is still a doctor at the Central Hospital. This is a sure thing.
"Oh, by the way, your mother was yelling at your wife in front of your bed yesterday. I asked her to go back first. She said she would come to see you this morning and wait until your mother comes. You are leaving now. She What should I do??"
“…”
Jiangbeiyuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
It's eight o'clock in the morning, and Pei Jinling usually wakes up at eight-thirty.
"If she comes, tell her that I have transferred to another hospital and ask her to go to the People's Hospital to find me."
"ah??"
Zhang Fan was a little confused.
"Why did you let me lie to your mother?"
"It's good for the elderly to exercise," Jiang Beiyuan snorted, "otherwise she'll be full and stuffed all day long and have nothing to do."
Forehead…
Zhang Fan swallowed hard and muttered:
As expected of Jiang Beiyuan, when it comes to calculations, he doesn't even spare his own mother.
…
The end of the corridor on the eighth floor of the Central Hospital.
An office with a quiet décor. There are several paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds hanging on the transparent white walls. Inside, an old doctor in a white coat is practicing calligraphy with calligraphy. The fragrance of pen and ink is floating in the air beside him, and the pure music of the guzheng is flowing. Slowly flowing in every corner.
There was a knock on the door from outside, soft and not impatient.
The old dean said "come in".
A man in casual clothes, holding his pocket with one hand, his brows sharp, his face no longer as pale as yesterday, his black eyes deep and firm, and he smelled of mint soda water.
"It turns out to be Dr. Xiao Jiang. He has just recovered from a serious illness. He seems to be recovering very quickly!"
The dean put down the brush in his hand, looked at Jiangbeiyuan with his dim eyes, and then smiled and waved to him.
"You're here just in time, come and help me grind the ink."
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan stepped forward. He stood in front of the dean, condescending, his thin lips slightly parted, "Dean, I'm here -"
"Hey, why are you in a hurry? Help me study the ink first!"
“…”
Jiangbeiyuan did as he was told.
Standing next to the dean, he was 188cm tall, more than a head taller than the stooped old man.
"Xiao Jiang, what do you think of my writing?"
Jiang Beiyuan glanced at the calligraphy on it.
The calligraphy is bold and vigorous, with the five characters "do it and cherish it".
He retracted his eyes and hummed, his tone light, "Just average."
"Ha ha ha ha-"
The dean stroked the beard on his chin, smiling instead of angry.
"As expected of Dr. Jiang, you are the only one in our whole hospital who never looks at anyone's face when speaking. Director Wang Shuang has often complained about your suffering in front of me before!"
"Just tell the truth."
(End of chapter)