"Zi Qian?" The confused Dean Zhao glanced at the clock on the wall. It read six thirty-five. Although his private life was in a mess, Tang Ziqian was the most skilled, responsible and least impressive person in the hospital.
A worried doctor will never bother himself if there is nothing important.
Most of the sleepyheads had fled. Dean Zhao sat up straight and said seriously, "Is there something very important when you call so early?"
"Well...it's actually not a very important thing." He crawled out of his hair, got out of bed, and paced back and forth in the room a little irritably, wondering whether to tell Dean Zhao or not, "That's it,
I would like to take a few days off."
"Ask for leave?" He had never taken a long vacation, and even when his best friend got married, he only hired someone to cover for one day. Dean Zhao was quite surprised and asked intuitively, "Did you encounter any troublesome things?"
"It's a little trouble." Tang Ziqian pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth, "I'm going to attend the wedding today..." [
He explained everything in detail and in one breath from beginning to end.
"...Ziqian, I thought you just didn't refuse anyone who came." Dean Zhao drew three small black lines on his forehead and sighed helplessly. "How powerful is this Zuo Qingqing?"
"A country and a city?" Tang Ziqian was startled, turned his head instinctively, glanced at the door, and pictured Zuo Qingqing's appearance in his mind.
She has long black hair, an oval face, thin eyebrows, watery and delicate eyes, a straight nose, rosy cherry lips, and skin as white as warm jade. But in terms of modern people's aesthetics, Zuo Qingqing is definitely not a
Alluring beauties, at least in his eyes, are not alluring. His preference has always been beauties with more three-dimensional facial features and plump, sexy lips.