Wen Zihan knew that the way Brother Fu looked at her, no matter how beautiful and eye-catching she was, he still didn't feel any change after seeing her since she was a child.
"The dress you wear tonight matches your skin color very well." Fu Xinheng said, seeming to notice the trace of reverie in her eyes, or maybe he got an angry instruction from Grandma Fu to say something nice before going out.
She is beautiful. In fact, she looks good no matter what she wears. So after saying this, Fu Xinheng felt a little guilty. It wasn't that he didn't like to praise her, but that he couldn't praise her beauty no matter how much he did.
Ahem. He cleared his throat twice.
As a result, the air inside the car was really filled with a strange smell.
what to do?
Wen Zihan has not yet spoken.
"You have a patient's medical record in front of you. Please help me take a look at it." Fu Xinheng said.
After much deliberation, I realized that Chang Jiawei is not good at flattering girls, so let's just talk about the work he is good at.
(Chang Jiawei: Old friend, you, if you can’t do it yourself, you don’t need to ask me for comparison——)
Without saying a word, Wen Zihan reached out and picked up the document he indicated, lowered his head, and started reading.
The street lights outside the car passed through the car window and shone into the car, which was colorful. The moonlight-like side of her face was as quiet and peaceful as the moon goddess.
Fu Xinheng, who was driving, inadvertently glanced over and saw this scene. The thought flashed through his mind: The moon is moving. The moon goddess seems to be quiet, but in fact she is always moving.
Everything in the world never remains motionless. This sentence is what Fourth Uncle Wen often said to them when they were very young. Its meaning is equivalent to the wise saying they later learned in middle school: Life lies in movement.
After becoming a doctor, and then understanding Fourth Uncle Wen's words, you will gradually find that the meaning is deeper.
Speaking of which, Fourth Uncle Wen is also a doctor. But unlike his brothers and fathers who were doctors in hospitals, Fourth Uncle Wen is a barefoot doctor who is active in practicing medicine at the vast grassroots level.
Since the resources at the barefoot doctor's disposal are extremely limited, he can only treat people by catching black cats and white cats, and uses whatever method can cure the disease. Therefore, Wen Laosi prescribes both Chinese medicine and Western medicine to the patients. It can be said that
He is a pioneer in down-to-earth practice of integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine in China.
To be honest, don't look down on barefoot doctors. At that time, when domestic medical institutions were lacking in construction, the achievements of domestic barefoot doctors can be recorded in the annals of history, and they enjoy an indelible honor recognized by the world's medical circles.
"Your dad is very good."
Wen Zihan raised his head.
Brother Fu's words somewhat surprised her.
Her father was very popular, and he was liked by all men, women and children. When she was a child, Brother Fu often said to her: Zihan, your father is so kind.
As Brother Fu grew up, he became more and more calm, less talkative, and less likely to praise others. Many years later, she didn't expect that Brother Fu would say the same thing to her again.
The street lights passing through the car flashed by, and the two of them were face to face without realizing it, eye to eye.
Wen Zihan's eyes were startled for a moment: there was actually a faint light shining in the seemingly bottomless dark eyes in front of her.
Brother Fu misses her father just like she does.
Or perhaps, Brother Fu already knew that she had never given up or given up on finding her father.
She never thought her father was dead.
After the light passed, and taking advantage of the darkness, she turned back and lowered her head in an instant.
Seeing her drooping face, Fu Xinheng understood in his heart: his guess was correct.
That year Wen Laosi "passed away", and the one who was most deeply hurt was not anyone else but her, the daughter who had lost her father.
