There will never be a small number of people who come to see a doctor.
Before Dr. Tong wanted to communicate with them, he received several phone calls one after another.
Others had to wait patiently for the boss to finish his official duties.
Fortunately, the boss is well-trained and has already developed the ability to multi-task. While talking on the phone, he led a group of them to his personal office.
Ou Feng helped open the office door and let them in.
Every doctor's office has a different style, and it is impossible to completely unify the style. Dr. Tong's office interprets his perfect cool temperament. There is an expensive long leather sofa next to it, and the coffee table is made of overseas art glass with metal legs.
The desk and the filing cabinets standing against the wall all have a bit of American style.
What is surprising is that the clock hanging on the wall is an old-fashioned Chinese wooden clock that chimes on the hour.
When the talkative Father Song enters the territory of a strange boss, he will not talk casually. He whispers to his son: "You said you can ask, and then you will ask all the questions."
If he had known that his father was such a shrewd and cunning person, Song Xuelin refused to comment.
"Why, you just said it yourself, saying you came here to do this." His son didn't speak, but Song's father said anxiously, "Don't stop talking. Your Uncle Fang's life depends on your mouth.
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Song's father's words to tease his son made other people nearby laugh out loud.
"If you have any questions, you can ask directly." After finishing the call, Dr. Tong put away his cell phone and put it in the pocket of his white coat. He turned around and said to the group.
Young guys are really arrogant. The younger they are, the better they are at being a good person and they know how to be close to the people at the right time.
Dad Song, like a college student, put his hands under his knees obediently.
The boss of a small company would act arrogant and show off his temper during meetings outside his company. But once inside, he would know better and he would be able to act recklessly.
People who do small things always know better than special people how to restrain themselves and have their own destiny.
Xie Wanying and classmate Pan Shihua were once again convinced that the Song family was a smart but foolish family.
"Make a cup of tea to treat Dr. Song and thank Dr. Tong for us." Dr. Tong instructed.
Ou Feng looked outside the teacher's cabinet for the best tea.
Walking back, Dr. Tong asked with a smile: "Dr. Song, is that his father?"
"The patient is your father's friend." Song Xuelin summed up the two things in one sentence, fearing that the other party would understand.
"Oh. That's right." Dr. Tong looked stunned. He turned to Father Song and asked casually, "How many children does he have?"
The doctor suddenly started a family affair with me, as if he wanted to get close. Dad Song immediately handed it to his son privately and looked at him: What did he do?
Dr. Tong saw the secret glance between father and son, and simply revealed the answer: "Back then, the human resources department of your hospital came to me and asked me if I was interested in you, Fang Ze. He guessed how I would answer you."
Everyone at the scene was curious, including Father Song.
"You, Fang Ze, are bad, Mr. Song." Dr. Tong asked Father Song first.
"Fang Ze is not famous." He was referring to the hospital where his son worked, and Song's father praised him honestly.
"But I came to your hospital." Dr. Tong seemed to want to seize that precious opportunity to complain to the parents.
Father Song was too inexperienced in complaining about his son. He followed Dr. Tong and complained about his son: "You have been in charge of me since I was a child. I can make the decision to sell your things, but he said you can interfere with me."
