As soon as Geng Jun left, the fat nurse seemed to be relieved of her eight hundred kilograms of burden, and she let out a long sigh of relief.
The nurse behind Zhang Moyan said half-jokingly: "Little Fatty, you are famous for being very sharp in our hospital. Why didn't you take the opportunity to show off when Director Geng came today? Why did you ruin your own reputation instead?"
The fat nurse wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve and said sadly: "55555 I'm too nervous! I also want to show off, but my hands are not up to par!"
She turned around and said to Zhang Moyan with great apologies: "I'm really sorry, why don't you wait a moment and I'll go to the ward to find an experienced nurse for you."
Zhang Moyan lowered his head slightly: "I'd better change my arm!"
She rolled up her other sleeve and put it on the small white pillow. The fat nurse looked young and very young. Since she has always been skilled in needlework, don't let her leave any psychological shadow from now on.
The fat nurse paused, injecting a stream of warmth into the heart that was about to collapse, and her eyes became moist.
Zhang Moyan calmly reassured: "You should rest for a while, I believe you."
"Okay, okay, I'll slow down a little, it'll be fine in a while." The fat nurse had guessed that this expressionless girl was probably angry before, but now she found out that she was actually so reasonable and considerate, and her heart felt hot, and she hurriedly moved and became stiff.
fingers.
"Excuse me," Zhang Moyan took advantage of this opportunity to ask the question that had been bothering him for an hour: "Do I have to be accompanied by the deputy dean for this examination package?"
"Packet meal? What kind of meal plan?" Several nurses looked at each other with big eyes.
Although the fat nurse didn't know what the "package" was, she almost answered her question: "How is it possible that Dean Geng can just follow anyone? He is very busy and will never go to the department. We only have
You can only see him during meetings."
Zhang Moyan was even more confused and fell into deep thought.
The nurse who pushed Zhang Moyan saw her confusion, smiled and said, "Dean Geng will accompany you because you saved Teacher Xiao from the gangsters! Dean Geng must be very grateful to you.
Of course, we should be more concerned about it."
That’s right.
Then here comes the problem.
What kind of deep friendship does Dean Geng and Teacher Xiao have?
Why did she get Teacher Xiao to be so interested in her after she saved her?
The mystery behind this cannot be ignored.
She has been a reporter for three years, and although she still doesn’t have a thorough understanding of human nature, she has read countless people.
A high-level flower like Dean Geng would never condescend to accompany a patient who has nothing to do with him to check up on him, at the risk of being gossiped about, if his feelings were not worth a certain amount.
Moreover, Dean Geng has been polite and harmonious for more than an hour. Judging from the reactions of his colleagues, this is definitely not the sudden change of Dean Geng today.
Then, Dean Geng yesterday was very worthy of praise.
But Zhang Moyan did not continue to ask. After all, what does it have to do with her? If she asks too many questions, she will appear to be a gossip.
After a while, the fat nurse announced that she had recovered her power, and Zhang Moyan gave her his hand to smoke, hitting the nail on the head.
Fifteen minutes later, two nurses brought Zhang Moyan to the door of Geng Jun's office. Nurse A walked up, knocked on the door, and pushed the ajar door open.
"Uh, sorry!"
In addition to Geng Jun, there were others in the office. Nurse A's face flashed with self-blame for being reckless. She leaned in and said in a soft voice: "Yuan Geng, Miss Zhang has already checked... Well, let's accompany her first."
Wait outside."
"No," Geng Jun's voice came from inside, "please ask her to come in!"
"Okay." Nurse A said, opening the door wider, and Nurse B pushed Zhang Moyan into Geng Jun's office.
Geng Jun is sitting behind a very large desk. Behind him are two people in white coats, who are at least ten years older than him. The three of them seemed to be studying something just now.
Zhang Moyan came in, and the two men in white coats were still staring at the materials in Geng Jun's hands and thinking hard. Geng Jun looked at the two of them, closed the folder and stood up, saying apologetically: "I will go to the ward to see you later.
, now I have some important things to deal with."
The two men in white coats suddenly came back to their senses, and looked at Zhang Moyan together. They seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding in a few seconds, and they quickly said politely: "Oh, okay, okay, let's go back and figure it out for ourselves first."
After the doctor left, the nurse also left, leaving Geng Jun and Zhang Moyan alone in the room.
Geng Jun stood and gave her a professional smile: "Please wait a moment, I will take a look at your inspection report first." After saying that, he sat down, clicked on the keyboard and clicked the mouse, and looked up Zhang Moyan's yesterday's story on the computer.
Today’s inspection report.
As he sat down, Zhang Moyan, who was appreciating the professional smile, took a deep breath.
Geng Jun's office is large, but the layout is very simple, with a table, a few chairs, a bookshelf, and a wardrobe. There are so few things that it feels like a waste of space, and the decoration is so simple that it looks like the company is short of money.
But on the white wall behind him, there is a half-meter-square tempered glass cabinet with exquisite design that looks expensive at first glance.
Inside, there is a beautifully shaped cyan porcelain vase with shiny glaze.
Recently, due to work, Zhang Moyan looked through some information about porcelain. Yesterday's auction also allowed her to see many exquisite products from famous kilns. However, only this piece of porcelain in front of her impressed her at the first sight.
A line of poetry flashed through her mind, a seven-character ancient poem describing celadon.
Thousands of peaks and blue waves are coming
——It seems to be a color taken from nature’s lush green mountains and vast turquoise lakes.
This poem once made Zhang Moyan sigh with emotion at the ancient people's use of words and sentences to create images and sentences.
But now, when she saw this porcelain vase, she understood it instantly.
This is by no means an exaggeration by the ancients, but a celadon glaze color that truly exists in the world and has reached a state of perfection that is shocking.
The snow-white decoration in the house is like a piece of smooth, delicate and timeless rice paper. Geng Jun and this porcelain vase, one person and one thing, one white and one green, have a clear and handsome character, complementing each other, just like a pair of calligraphy and ink paintings laid out in Zhangmo.
In front of the smoke.
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In this minimalist space, Geng Jun only cherished and even showed off such a piece of celadon... Speaking of celadon, Zhang Moyan couldn't help but think of Xiao Xingyu's careful attention at yesterday's auction.
The scene where the lotus pen is washed.
"You have some anemia, do you pay attention to replenishing your blood?"
Zhang Moyan hadn't recovered yet, and it took him a long time to notice: "Ah, what?"
Geng Jun looked up from the computer screen and crossed his fingers on the table: "The reports that have come out so far show that you are somewhat anemic. In addition, no other symptoms or hidden dangers have been found. Do you know that you are anemic?"
"Oh, I know, I usually feel a little dizzy when I stand up after squatting for a long time."
He probably often experienced women staring at him in a daze. Geng Jun's expression remained as usual: "I'll prescribe you some blood-promoting medicine later. This accident didn't cause serious damage to you. All your test indicators are within normal values, and you're in good health."
It is relatively healthy. But we cannot take it lightly. Data is just data after all. You should pay close attention to your health in the near future and inform doctors and nurses in time if you feel unwell."
Geng Jun's tone is gentle and patient, and he can be regarded as a model of a doctor. Looking at his treatment of others in the past hour, and the reactions of people around him who are accustomed to his qualities, it can be seen that speaking well is his normal state. Yesterday, he was a bit nervous
, Dean Geng, who is a bit embarrassed, has lost his normal state.
It is normal for people to have two faces, and Ultraman Tiga also has nine forms, but why did this well-educated young man show his true temperament for Xiao Xingyu?
The logic behind this is worth pondering.
***The author has something to say***
Good morning, today I would like to thank my friends who voted for me in Yanba,
Thank you for your support!
Of course, I will not forget you who was reading. Xiao Xingyu pushed you down and kissed you on my behalf.
