In the end, He Qian didn't stand up to Z's obsession.
With a person by my side, I feel a little in the way of work.
After being busy for a while, He Qian turned his head helplessly.
"I won't run away, you should follow President Rong first, that's your duty."
Z waved at him.
"Mr. Rong doesn't need to follow him for the time being. Mr. Lin came over just now."
If he passed, it would be called superfluous.
… .
He Qian was silent for a while.
Linji also came today
"I see."
Turning around, He Qian helped his glasses.
Since there is no escape, then try to ignore it.
He picked up the documents on the desktop and started to concentrate on his work.
Every day, Mr. Rong has to go through countless documents in his hands. Basically, the big and small matters are first passed through the secretarial team, and then he goes through it again. Finally, after he has screened the important documents, he will hand over the important documents to Mr. Rong.
In other words, the amount of documents he needs to go through every day is actually scary.
Z watched from the side, and couldn't help opening his mouth.
This, this depends on the speed of the file, is it a bit too fast
He doubted that He Qian had read the words on the document in such a short period of time!
Watching the files on He Qian's desktop rapidly decrease, Z couldn't help it.
"Brother Qian, do you see this clearly?"
He Qian, who had just entered the working state, was shouted, his wrist paused, and he immediately felt a piercing pain.
He frowned slightly, and it seemed that the injury was a bit severe this time. If he didn't get two stitches, it might really not work.
He sighed, put the document back with a different hand, and turned his head.
"Be quiet so I can finish it sooner."
Z silently gestured with an expression of zipping his mouth, and silently moved the stool one meter away.
He Qian turned his head, reached out and took another document.
After watching for a while, he turned his head and threw a sentence.
"I'm special, I can see ten lines, be good."
Don't stare at him anymore, it will affect his work efficiency.
Ten lines at a glance!
z suddenly realized.
He propped his chin lazily at He Qian's back, and was amazed.
No wonder, he said.
At the beginning, he only showed his face with his master once, so how could Brother Qian remember who he was the second time
This is a skill that everyone envy and desire.
"Director He."
Two people came out of the office door one after the other, and Rong Qing waved at He Qian.
He Qian stood up, "President Rong."
"Linji and I will go out to have a meal first. If there is anything urgent, you can call me."
As for nothing that matters!
Then don't call your dad!
Dad wants to be happy in the world of two people!
He Qian understood, "Okay, no problem, President Rong. There is nothing important today. I wish President Rong and Mr. Lin a happy meal."
Since President Rong wants to dine with Mr. Lin today, it is okay to push some less important meetings.
"Then it's hard work for you."
Rong Qing gave him a good gesture, and he glanced at Z who was sitting next to He Qian and was about to stand up.
"By the way, Z doesn't have to follow me, I'll let you go today, half a day off."
Z reluctantly stood up for a while, then sat back silently.
He didn't really want to ask why he was on vacation, so just shut up.
"Then let's go~"
Rongqing naturally took Linji's hand, waved at them, and leaned on her head sweetly and said something carefully and went downstairs.
Looking at this scene, He Qian somehow thought of sweet beans at home.
Every time Sweet Bean came to stick with him and succeeded in begging for a snack, he always showed this smug expression.
He thought about it for a moment, and felt amused.
President Rong and Sweet Bean are not a creature.
After sitting down, He Qian continued to process the unfinished documents.
However, it didn't take long for him to notice a terrible pain in his wrist.
Maybe it really hurts the muscle
He Qian sighed in his heart and accelerated the speed of reading the documents.
After about an hour.
The secretaries came one after another to clock in and get off work, and He Qian was already immersed in reading the documents on the desktop.
When a secretary checked in, he glanced curiously and said strangely.
"It's weird, Mr. He usually has already read such a few documents. What happened today? No wonder there are too many emails?"
Z held his chin for a while, and then he noticed that He Qian seemed to have been doing this for a long time
He hurriedly approached, and saw He Qian looking through the documents with a pale face. Obviously, the efficiency was much lower than before.
When he looked again, He Qian's wrist was already swollen, and it was very serious at first glance.
It's all like this, why is He Qian enduring it
"Brother Qian! Don't look at it, I'll take you to the hospital!"
Hands are like this!
This man is too stubborn!
He Qian paused as he flipped through the document, glanced at his wrist again, and sighed.
Forget it, looking at it like this is a waste of time.
"Wait for me to clean up."
He stood up and Z hurried over.
"Brother Qian, let me help you!"
He Qian paused and nodded.
"Turn off the computer and tidy up the files a little bit."
He took two steps back, giving space to z.
After Z helped clean up, He Qian nodded.
"Let's go, clock in and get off work."
He picked up the car keys on the table.
When he arrived at the parking lot, He Qian realized something.
He looks like he can't drive
"Brother Qian, let me open it."
Z understood his expression at the side, he scratched his head and took the initiative to ask Ying.
"Need not."
He Qian glanced at him.
"Let me call a chauffeur."
He paused and added another sentence.
"I remember, you can't drive, right?"
Z was stunned for a moment, then grinned.
"Brother Qian, do you remember this?"
The way he looked at He Qian became more and more novel. Why does this man seem to know everything
"Don't be brave if you can't drive, just stay in the back seat."
He Qian didn't say anything, just made a phone call and really called a chauffeur to come over.
When he arrived at the old Chinese doctor he knew, He Qian was scolded in the face before he could say what he was here for.
The old man is in his 70s, but his waist is straight and full of air, and he doesn't breathe when he scolds.
"I said that something will happen to your wrist sooner or later, but it's alright now, come to me just like this, why don't you wait for your wrist to break before coming over? Why don't you come over quickly? What are you doing standing there! "
As he spoke, he carefully pulled the person into the consulting room with his hands, and he never stopped scolding, but his hands had already begun to be checked.
After watching for a while, the old man frowned and looked up at He Qian.
"What's the matter? Did you fight someone?"
This isn't something that can be hurt by work, it's something that can be hurt by standard grappling.
Isn't this kid He Qian a literati's work? How did you meet the grappler
Z stood behind He Qian and laughed dryly, "I accidentally hurt Brother Qian."
The old man glanced at it. This young man was tall and tall, facing the peach blossom and the three-point fierceness. At first glance, it was not a good thing.
But he looked again at He Qian, who was not sullen between his brows, guessing that they were familiar with each other, and only snorted.
"It's not a good thing at first glance. It can be careless, and it took so long to bring people here."
He muttered in a low voice, but He Qian and Z's ears couldn't stand it.
He Qian sat still, while Z almost touched his nose, so embarrassed he could only hit haha.
"The injury is a bit serious. This kid is very serious at first glance. Do you want to take a leave? Or find someone to help you with the work of typing on the keyboard and mouse, I will give you a few more days of needles, and take a good rest. It will take a month for you to see great success with this wrist."
The old man read it over and over a few times and made a final decision.
He Qian shook his head, "Let's reduce the swelling first, I can't let other people come to my work, try to treat it conservatively."
The number of documents that he had to review every day was huge, especially the many confidential documents of the Rong family. He couldn't read one day less, let alone a month
The old man choked on him for a while, not happy.
"Then I can't cure it. If you want to cure it, you can find someone else!"
He carefully placed He Qian's hand on the table before he started blowing his beard and staring.
He Qian really stood up, "Then I can leave."
He turned around and saw that he was really going to leave, and Z was dumbfounded.
His brother Qian still has such a rogue style
"Ehhh!"
When the old man saw that he was leaving, he became even more angry.
"Where are you going? You can't find a doctor who is more capable than me to treat your wrist. Your wrist is like this, where else do you want to go?"
He Qian looked back at him, "Will it be cured?"
This posture, as if he is the one who rules people.
The old man was so angry that his beard was blown up, but he couldn't do anything about him.
"Zhizhizhi! Come back!"
Only then did He Qian walk back and sit down with a smile.
"You know that you are threatening me every day, and you are not afraid that one day the old man will get really angry, and you will not be able to cure it. Then don't say that you are making money, you will struggle to even take things. I will tell you. ."
The old man was very unhappy and rambled, and after watching it for a while, he turned to look at Z, who had been silent all the time beside him.
"I said that bad boy over there."
bad boy
Z pointed to his nose, was he talking about him
The old man frowned, "Just say you, you have made your hands like this, what are you doing sitting so far? There are a lot of precautions, come and listen!"
He commanded confidently, but Z was rarely deterred, and slipped over with a sigh.
"Anyway, I don't care about this hand. You can use your left hand first, or else, don't you have any voice input now? You try to move it as little as possible! And you!"
The old man stared at Z, his eyes were bad, "You are responsible for staring at him, don't let him use his hands too much. If you use too much, you can quickly press the person to me and let me have a few needles, and this wrist needs to be used. To be cured, you have to massage twice a day in the morning and evening, don’t leave for a while, I will teach you how to massage, twice a day, you can’t fall off once, you know?”
Z was restrained by him, and nodded obediently subconsciously.
It was He Qian who supported his forehead, "Master, what are you talking about? What does the two massages have to do with him?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and looked at Z again.
"He's not your partner? Didn't you say that you will only take your partner with you?"
In an instant, He Qian raised a feeling of digging a hole for himself to jump.
He sighed helplessly, ignoring Z's gossip eyes.
"I said, sweet beans."
Every time he brings over, isn't it all sweet beans
When the old man heard it, he was very happy.
"How can a cat be a target!"