Crazy

Jian Jian quickly took some more of his favorite food, put them all in the room, and then came back for breakfast.

Shan Chenfeng was also amused, "I'm just talking, I don't eat snacks."

"It's hard to say." Jian Jian stuffed a custard bun into his mouth, chewing slowly, "No one can resist the taste of mother."

Shan Chenfeng: "..."

Shan Chenfeng showed a gritted smile, "Little Jianjian, I can't resist my concern for you, why don't you pack all my breakfast in the future?"

"You don't have to." The simple old god is here, "My salary is not as high as yours, and you will pay for it if you want it, but I hate your smell, so let's be self-sufficient and self-sufficient!"

Such a straightforward dislike, simple is not expressing it once or twice, but Shan Chenfeng just doesn't give up, "I already know that I am your brother, simple, can you have the awareness of being someone's own sister?"

"No!" After filling his stomach in two or three simple strokes, he wiped his hands and stood up, "Shan Chenfeng, both of us have been in the medical field abroad, and we are both familiar with pregnant women and gold vaults. There may be people with the same parents all over the world, and they will be just strangers all their lives. We just met by chance, so don’t be so serious, okay?”

The corner of Shan Chenfeng's mouth twitched, "...Simple, I didn't expect you to be so cold-blooded."

"To each other." Jian Jian snorted lightly, "It's just to be honest, you have known me so early, but you don't know each other early and late, you pick on the window paper when we become partners of cooperation and competition... single Chen Feng, don't think that I will let you go."

"..." Shan Chenfeng's mouth opened into an O shape, and it took him a long time to say, "You, you think so?!"

"Otherwise?" Jian Jian sat down at the desk with a serious look on his face, "Academic competition is like a battlefield, and there are only a few people who stand on the top of the tower who are famous, I don't want to be stepped on by you as your stepping stone. "

"...have ambition!" Shan Chenfeng opened and closed his mouth, finally choked out only three words, and then went to wash up.

After a while, Director Zheng came over, holding a thick stack of medical records in his hand, and handed them to Jian Jian.

"Simple, here are the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular medical records you want for the last three years." Director Zheng glanced at the dining table, "Have you had breakfast so early?"

"My mother sent it, many of which have not been touched, teacher, can you eat anything?" Jian Jian stood up with a smile, and introduced enthusiastically, "This bowl of white fungus and red date porridge looks very delicious, you can try it! There are shredded radish meatloaf, which are soft and fragrant, and I ate two of them!"

"That's fine, I'll just eat something, the cafeteria won't open until half an hour." Director Zheng was not polite, sat down to eat and asked, "What do you want this case for? It has nothing to do with Parkinson's, right?"

"Yes." Simple and serious replied, "I'm researching the relationship between the two."

"Well, this is a brand new direction." Director Zheng pondered for a moment, "However, I suggest that you focus on the subject first, and the results will be produced in a month, you know?"

Nodding simply, "Don't worry, teacher, I have a measure, and I will be able to send you the initial paper next week."

"So fast!" Director Zheng laughed, "Young people are efficient! But what I want is innovation, and my requirements are very strict, don't be fooled!"

"I definitely wouldn't dare." Jian Jian also smiled, "Come on, teacher, try this crystal fried dumpling again. It's soft and chewy, full of fresh juice. It's so delicious!"