Zhang Fan continued to laugh, his smile a bit sad and melancholy, although he really wanted to strangle Jiang Beiyuan to death because of the thesis.
"Then look at my 30,000-word thesis that you tore up. Can you help me..."
"Write it for you?"
"Ah, yes, haven't you resigned now? You are an unemployed vagrant and you must have a lot of free time!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan stood in front of the elevator door and pressed the down button with his slender index finger.
Suddenly he looked sideways at Zhang Fan, his smile as leisurely as the wind.
"Okay, you are sure to let grandpa help you write it, right?"
"Forehead… "
Zhang Fan pursed his lips hard and thought for a while.
By the way, Jiang Beiyuan is no longer a doctor and no longer holds a scalpel. There should be nothing that can threaten him.
But why did he still feel that something was wrong? Why was he so flustered, so short of breath, and feeling like he was walking on thin ice
"Well, let's talk some sense. You tore up my thirty thousand words indiscriminately. How about you help me share the ten thousand words? That's okay..."
As we got to the back, Zhang Fan's voice became quieter, almost inaudible.
"Help you."
Jiangbeiyuan suddenly agreed readily in one breath.
Then Zhang Fan stood there with a confused face, watching Jiang Beiyuan's figure hidden between the cracks of the elevator door, gradually disappearing from his sight.
Did he just agree
Why did his right eyelid suddenly jump so fast? Hey...
…
The metallic glass of the elevator reflected a handsome face.
There was only Jiangbeiyuan in the elevator.
He stood quietly, with a straight body, watching the numbers change layer by layer, gradually decreasing from 8 to 1. Countless "Dr. Jiang" echoed in his ears as the numbers changed. They were auditory hallucinations and memories.
Eight years.
He became an official physician at the age of twenty.
It's been eight years now.
Over the years, I have seen a body with bloody flesh, touched a cold heart, cut a tumor, removed glass shards, and sent people without breathing or heartbeat from the operating room to the morgue.
It’s been a long eight years.
He closed his eyes.
The few seconds it took for the elevator to descend seemed like several springs, autumns, winters and summers had passed.
Winters and summers have come and gone, and from now on there may really be no Dr. Jiang. All the memories during this period, whether painful or happy, have passed away with time.
With a "beep" sound, the elevator door opened.
Jiang Beiyuan opened his black eyes and strode out.
What he was looking at was the little woman sitting on the doorstep, waiting for him to come downstairs.
Seeing him, she waved to him with a bright smile, and then made a "let's go" gesture.
Jiang Beiyuan's frown relaxed.
Just now I felt lost.
But after seeing Yan Nian, the depressed mood disappeared.
He had to leave after all, and no matter where he went or what he did, she would always be by his side.
That's enough.
"Daughter-in-law..."
He walked over, stood in front of her, and then raised his hand to touch the top of her furry hair.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Nian looked at him in confusion. If you show your courtesy for nothing, it must be up to no good!
Jiang Beiyuan shook his head and smiled at her. Compared with the treacherous face when facing Zhang Fan, his smile this time was sincere.
"I just think my wife is so cute."
"Hey, did you have an operation to change your brain and your mouth?"
Yan Nian joked that he also wanted to imitate Jiang Beiyuan and touch his hair.
But he was so tall, and she raised her arms so far, but she still couldn't touch the top of his head.
(End of chapter)