"Have you ever seen a man who doesn't go to work, but only goes to work with his wife?" Xiao Zizi was persuasive.
"Maybe he is not working for the time being and has nothing to do?" Zhao Keke guessed.
"Do you think he looks like he can't find a job? When my boyfriend has nothing to do, he will happily play games at home." Xiao Yezi laughed dryly.
"It makes sense." Zhao Keke nodded vigorously, agreeing very much.
Feng Danyuan felt annoyed by being watched, so he went to the dean's office - apart from other things, the dean's office was the most spacious room in the hospital besides the wards and the medical room.
The dean was busy, so he took out a volume of war history from the bookcase, made tea with a tea set, and sat on the chair, sipping the tea and flipping through the book.
After the dean made the call, he saw Feng Danyuan elegantly drinking tea and reading a book.
"You have a good eye and found the best pot of tea." The dean smiled and sat down opposite him. After working for a long time, the old man had to take a breather.
Feng Danyuan poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of the dean. After all, we treat others on their own terms and drink their tea, so we should always be polite.
The dean happened to be thirsty, so he drank half a cup of tea. When he saw the book he was looking at, he asked, "Do you like reading books about war?"
"Read it casually." It's a very interesting book.
"I like it too. There are so many military strategists in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, and the one I admire the most is..." The dean said his opinion with reason.
Feng Danyuan raised his head, his lazy peach blossom eyes gradually becoming serious.
When the dean stopped to drink tea, he asked: "Does this person have any manuscripts extant?"
The dean was stunned by those beautiful eyes, and pointed to a set of books in the bookcase: "Here, that's it."
Feng Danyuan closed the book in his hand and put it back to its original place, then took out a volume from the set of books and flipped through it.
At this time, the dean discovered that his movements of turning over the book were quite similar to Wei Zi's, very quickly.
It's not the kind of hasty sweeping, but it's quick reading.
I secretly guessed in my heart: This person in front of me wouldn’t have the same photographic memory as Wei Zi, right?
However, the busy dean soon had no time to gossip about Feng Danyuan and summoned him away with a phone call.
After making the call, he had to go out again. When he reached the door, he asked his assistant to bring some fruit snacks in.
Feng Danyuan was fascinated by what he saw. When he realized the time, he had already finished flipping through three volumes.
He raised his wrist and glanced at the time, thinking that Wei Zi should be almost finished, so he went to wait for her outside the operating room.
There was a connection between the two, and Wei Zi just happened to come out of the operating room.
"Sorry, we have added another surgery at the last minute. It will take about two hours."
There was unconcealable fatigue on Wei Zi's face, which made Feng Danyuan feel heartbroken.
Regardless of the people around him, he held her hand and directly input "Canghailu" into her body.
Wei Zi's eyes were full of surprise.
The people eating melons nearby were watching with great interest, and felt that the scene in front of them was like a certain country's idol drama: a handsome and charming man, holding his lover's hand, reluctant to let her go into the operating room.
About five minutes later, Wei Zi's tired eyes regained their sparkle.
She smiled, stepped forward, hugged Feng Danyuan, and whispered in his ear: "I think an hour and a half will be enough."
Feng Danyuan also smiled: "As soon as possible, I want to eat Japanese food tonight."
The crowd was shocked: It turns out that this mysterious and aloof person can laugh! And his smile is so awesome - how can he look so good!
