Gu Nianxi frowned, suddenly grabbed Lin Yike's chin with his palm, and kissed it without hesitation.
But the kiss was obviously unfocused. He kissed her while squinting at He Yining's reaction.
He Yining lowered his head to record something in his notebook without looking over there at all.
He was annoyed, pushed Lin Yike away, and got angry at He Yining, "I want to see a doctor."
He Yining knew that he was making trouble unreasonably again. He was as strong as a cow. If he was really sick, it was because of his brain.
She said businesslikely: "Please go to the first floor to register for medical treatment."
"I am a soldier. I don't need to register. I have privileges."
"Then what is wrong with this patient?"
"I feel bad all over."
He Yining secretly took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "Okay, sir, please go to my clinic and wait. I will go back immediately after checking the room."
She must let him do all kinds of abcdefg ultrasound.
He stood up with a sense of majesty rising from the ground. He was only one step away from her. The smell of green olives on his body was very good. He Yining felt like a dwarf every time she faced him face to face.
She tried her best to avoid his gaze, and said to Lin Yike, who had just been pushed away by Gu Nianxi and was grinning with pain, "It's just an ordinary fever. I'll ask the nurse to give you a fever-reducing injection."
Lin Yike's expression changed rapidly, and his painful facial features immediately turned into a look of enjoyment, and he said sweetly: "Thank you, Doctor He."
He Yining put the notebook back into the pocket of his white coat, put his delicate hands into it at the same time, and smiled calmly, "Sir, do you still want to see a doctor?"
"Look, why don't you look."
Lin Yike watched Gu Nianxi leave. He didn't even look at her before leaving. She beat the bed hatefully, but accidentally touched the edge of the knife, and couldn't help but let out an "ouch".
Gu Nianxi came to He Yining's office. There were three desks in the office, one for the director and one for her and another colleague.
He Yining sat down and pointed to the chair in front of him, "Sit."
Gu Nianxi did not sit down, but stood there staring at her desk.
This was his first close contact with her world, and it turned out that this was where she usually worked.
Her desk was neat and tidy, and all kinds of books and files were in order. He found that the paint on the pen she picked up had peeled off and looked old.
He said sarcastically: "Is this the treatment in your hospital?"
He Yining was stunned and didn't understand what he was talking about. Looking at his eyes, he saw the pen in his hand, so he explained, "This is my own."
"I abused you? I asked you to use such a bad pen?"
"I like it, okay?" He Yining spread out a new medical record and started a routine, "What's your name and how old are you?"
"Name, your husband, age, older than you"
What an inexplicable answer this is.
Moreover, hasn't he always been ashamed of having a wife like her?
Could it be that his brain was disinfected by the hospital’s disinfectant? He suddenly became kind?
He Yining casually filled in his name in the medical records and asked again: "Symptoms."
Gu Nianxi rested her arms on the table and lowered her head angrily to look at her serious look. She was originally a very beautiful woman, and she was even more charming when she worked hard.
His answer was not what he asked, "How many men are there in your department?"
"Is this related to your illness?" He Yining asked.
"It's related." He said with certainty.
It's enough to face those patients every day with this face that has brought disaster to the country and the people, but also to face a room full of men, which is unbearable.
"Two men."
Damn, there are three tables in total, and two of them are public.