The second senior sister came to see the leader to do something. The second senior sister must have something to report to the leader while working here, so the second senior sister had nothing to say in the meeting just now.
A series of thoughts flashed through her mind, trying to convince herself that this matter had nothing to do with other incidents. When she put away her eyes and walked in the opposite direction to the Second Senior Sister and the others, her heart was not at peace. After walking for a while, Xie Wanying finally decided that she could not rule out her worries.
factors, it’s really bad.
He Xiangyu had been aware of the younger junior sister's gaze since the meeting, and thought that it was really hard to do such a thing as the man told her to do, so she should raise her hands and surrender.
Then she looked at Senior Brother Shen who was walking in front of her. His feet were brisk and his whole body was relaxed, as if he was an innocent person who didn't know anything about it. He obviously knew many more secrets than she did, so how could he pretend so well.
Taking a breath deep in her lungs, He Xiangyu wondered whether it was right for her to come to Guozhi. It was obvious that her style was completely inconsistent with that of these people. Look at how well these people could pretend, but she, He Xiangyu, could not pretend for a second.
Because of this, after learning that being a clinician occasionally requires you to learn to lie, she simply chose to work in the logistics department and engage in scientific research in the pathology department to avoid doing this type of work, which she was least good at.
"Get used to it, get used to it." Shen Youhuan could see her thoughts and continued to guide her as before.
Getting used to it? She, He Xiangyu, was afraid she would never get used to it.
I saw Mr. Zhang in the front.
Some places in the hospital are not open to the public, and the solitude is in sharp contrast to the bustling public places. This has been mentioned before. What surprised He Xiangyu was that Mr. Zhang left the conference room in a hurry, saying that he had something to do, and did not stay in the office or go out.
When working, people stand in this deserted corridor and look out the window, as if they were a child in a daze.
What's going on with this boss?
"Director." Shen Youhuan called the leader in a carefree voice.
He Xiangyu scanned Senior Brother Shen. Did Senior Brother Shen have too much nerve to notice anything unusual about Boss Zhang?
Abnormal? Can the leader consider this abnormal? Shen Youhuan didn’t think so.
People from the National Association always like to criticize Zhang Huayao for being inhumane and impersonal, but Shen Youhuan feels exactly the opposite: Mr. Zhang is the most normal person, a son with feelings and flesh and blood.
Unable to stay still in the conference room, Zhang Huayao ran away first. First, he thought that the people below could probably discuss the results first and then tell him without his participation. Second, he was afraid that his secret would be exposed if he was there, so he left early.
It's better to be early.
No matter how good a person is at pretending, there are times when he is afraid that he will not be able to pretend anymore. What’s more, there is a person whose eyes are so powerful that people who see him are already making assumptions when they come. It is self-evident who this person is, Dr. Xie Wanying, an outstanding person
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For this reason, when he slowly turned around and looked at the two people approaching, Zhang Huayao's vigilant eyes were always scanning to see if anyone was following them.
"No, Yingying didn't come." Shen Youhuan claimed that he had taken precautions carefully. While dispelling the concerns of the leaders, he couldn't help complaining about the tragic situation at the meeting, complaining that someone did not follow martial ethics when the leader was not around. "They said they would
Calling her Wanwan, isn't this a mess?"
At that time, on the same occasion, someone was named Yingying, and someone was named Wanwan. What should his junior sister do? Her brain would split on the spot?
Zhang Huayao: Pfft.
He Xiangyu's brows furrowed into orange peels, and she glared at Senior Brother Shen: This is the result of your mischief.