Zhang Moyan felt that she could no longer let her thoughts fly, so she withdrew her thoughts and responded to Geng Jun's earnest advice just now: "I understand, many diseases are very good when they don't attack."
Geng Jun paused and caught a hint of information: "For example?"
Zhang Moyan didn't expect him to ask back, and suddenly opened and closed his mouth.
Like what? Like dysmenorrhea.
Every month, my aunt is in excruciating pain for the first two days and the same day. When the pain is severe, she has to take painkillers.
But, how do you talk about this with a male doctor?
Geng Jun was still waiting for her answer. Zhang Moyan thought of something in her mind, but she fell into thinking between saying it and not saying it. In the end, she hesitated and said: "Does it count if I keep having the same dream?"
"A similar dream?" Geng Jun lowered his eyebrows and concentrated: "What type of dream can you tell me in detail?"
Zhang Moyan felt anxious. The other party's concerned and formal tone made her feel that the problem could be solved easily by just asking it.
She didn't know whether this tone of voice was something she acquired or if it was always like this. In short, it was very suitable for doctors. It had the magic power to make patients cooperate obediently regardless of whether they were given injections, medicines, or surgeries.
"Just, I always dream about a two- or three-year-old girl and some adults... It's bits and pieces, and there doesn't seem to be any logic." Zhang Moyan frowned slightly: "They are all ordinary life scenes, but
I dream about it three or four times a year."
"Is that you, the little girl?" Geng Jun asked.
Zhang Moyan shook her head and said with certainty: "No, I am looking at her from the perspective of a bystander."
Geng Jun nodded slightly: "Then do you know that little girl?"
Zhang Moyan stopped and recalled it carefully: "I don't know...because I have never seen her face."
"Where are those adults? Do you know them?"
Zhang Moyan felt that thanks to Xiao Xingyu, Dean Geng took her consultation seriously.
Tagging his lower lip with his teeth, Zhang Moyan carefully said: "The impression is very vague. I'm not sure...if I have seen those adults. Anyway, I don't have much impression left now."
Geng Jun raised his body, remained silent for a moment, and then said: "Do you think these dreams are real?"
What he used was not a question, but an affirmation.
Zhang Moyan felt as if someone had poked her.
Did she ever doubt that the person in the dream was real? She asked herself.
There was no answer yet, Geng Jun asked another question: "Have you ever asked your family about these dreams?"
Zhang Moyan shrank her shoulders and met Geng Jun's deep gaze. In fact, this was the first time she had discussed this topic with an outsider.
The other party asked questions one after another, and each one hit the point directly, making her feel like she was being peeled off an onion.
But she also wanted to have some clues.
I hesitated for a while.
"Yes. I asked my parents, but they didn't seem to know what I was talking about."
Geng Jun looked at Zhang Moyan's expression and guessed clearly: "Then you never asked them again?"
Zhang Moyan nodded: "No."
Geng Jun didn't answer, and after a while, he didn't mention it again.
He shook the mouse to wake up the computer, and typed on the keyboard with his fingers: "It is a good thing that there is no intracranial congestion, but it is still necessary to rest for a while. Please continue to stay in the hospital for observation!"
Zhang Moyan immediately asked: "How long will the observation last?"
Geng Jun stopped his hands: "At least a week."
"So long?" Zhang Moyan was surprised: "I have to go to Guangzhou on a business trip tomorrow, and I have another one over there..."
"Then I'm afraid you can't go." Geng Jun interrupted her without any explanation.
*
It took almost two hours before and after the examination. When Zhang Moyan returned to the ward, he found that Jin Xueyang and Li Tengfei were still there.
Neither of these two people are so free during working hours, so she keenly felt that their visit today might be more than just a visit.
Sure enough, after a few simple polite words, the young Li Tengfei spoke impatiently like a child who can't hide his words.
"Xiao Zhang, I brought good news today. Our "Xinhuo" project, which was canceled six months ago, was approved at the joint meeting today!"
"Fire" is a documentary program focusing on outstanding private workers that Li Tengfei and others planned six months ago. However, after the plan was submitted, there was no follow-up. In fact, it was basically cancelled.
Now that he suddenly heard the news, Zhang Moyan, who was being helped onto the hospital bed, sat upright: "Really? It's so sudden! Didn't they say that this subject couldn't be done before?"
"The opportunity has come," Li Tengfei couldn't help but sit forward on the sofa: "This is all thanks to Mr. Liu. He valuablely realized the profound significance of doing "Xinhuo" in leading the current social value orientation! It's him.
This plan was mentioned again at the morning meeting and efforts were made to promote its implementation."
Jin Xueyang interjected: "Let me tell you, Mr. Liu is indeed a top student at the Harvard Journalism School. He has a keen sense of smell. He immediately spotted the hot spots here when he saw the hot searches."
Li Tengfei didn't care that Jin Xueyang and he were talking about different things, and continued excitedly: "Mr. Liu also said that "Xinhuo" will be launched before I retire in June, making it the final work of my career!"
Zhang Moyan: "This is great, but why did they suddenly put this plan on the agenda for no reason?"
"For no reason? How could it be for no reason," Jin Xueyang asked curiously: "Have you never seen Weibo since yesterday?"
Zhang Moyan admitted: "I didn't think about it yesterday. I wanted to see it just now but they persuaded me."
"No wonder, no wonder," Jin Xueyang immediately ran up and clicked on his own mobile phone: "Then you will lose more than missing 5 million. Fortunately, I took a screenshot and took a look at our highlight moments... Look! What you posted
This news item topped the hot search list yesterday and even crashed the server. Let me show you its current traffic."
He clicked on the entry: "It has 8.9 million likes now, and 10 million is just around the corner! Even the entertainment team with this explosive level can't beat us!" Jin Xueyang's tone seemed to be that he no longer recognized the entertainment team.
"So great?" Zhang Moyan was surprised. No wonder she was not allowed to use electronic products, and her blood pressure went up.
Zhang Moyan hadn't been happy for ten seconds before Jin Xueyang's energy dropped. He changed places on his phone and poked.
"But you know today's marketing accounts. Their ability to follow trends is top-notch. When they saw how much traffic Xiao Xingyu brought, they immediately published a lot of articles about him. Look at these, 'Who is Xiao Xingyu?', 'Revealing the secret of Xiao Xingyu'
'The mysterious family behind the rain', 'Xiao Xingyu was the school hunk of Tsinghua University back then', 'Xiao Xingyu's seven ex-girlfriends' big pranks' have all gone ahead of you."
"Xiao Jin," Li Tengfei called Jin Xueyang, "don't bring your emotions to Xiao Zhang. You have to treat things like traffic with a normal mind. News is inherently time-sensitive. No piece of news will always be popular. This
It’s already a success if we get this kind of attention for the first time!”
Zhang Moyan agreed with Li Tengfei's statement and glanced at Jin Xueyang's mobile phone: "Yeah, don't be embarrassed, isn't it still on the list?"
Jin Xueyang rolled his eyes angrily and sat back on the sofa with a long sigh: "It seems that I still don't understand the methods of the cultural group. If I were in the entertainment group, I would have to pursue the victory and create a special article for several days." Li Tengfei patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Jin, it is a good thing that the news has become a hot topic, but the company has not been short of hot spots for a year. What it has been short of is actually outstanding representative works. The cultural team is short of manpower, and we should not strive for temporary success.
Right now, we should concentrate on completing "Xinhuo", completing this topic well, building a brand, and making a social impact. By then, there will be honors and bonuses!"
Li Tengfei spoke sincerely and sincerely. Jin Xueyang couldn't help but nodded, with a look of disobedience as if his arms couldn't twist his thighs.
Xiao Xingyu became popular, and "Xinhuo" moved from the 18th floor of the underworld to the table. Zhang Moyan had basically guessed Mr. Liu's intentions, but she still asked: "Editor-in-chief, what are we going to do next?"
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Li Tengfei’s eyes were full of smiles: “The subject matter has received little attention, which is an unavoidable reality. Therefore, we must find an entry point from the perspective that the current public likes to hear and see, so that the work can attract widespread attention and further promote the construction of high-quality technology.
Talent team, building a great country's craftsmen, and carrying forward the craftsman spirit of the new era have become hot topics in all walks of life."
Li Tengfei could not suppress his surging emotions: "So, the first episode of the program is very important, and it must have an immediate impact!"
He rubbed his hands on his knees and said as if announcing a major decision: "Mr. Liu and I agree on this. We both intend to interview Xiao Xingyu for the first episode!"