Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 872
Do you want to contact me again?Shen Qingyin didn't dare to imagine the kind of anger that Su Beifeng's tyrannosaurus face would spit out. She didn't want to ruin her future if she didn't do anything at a young age.

"Doctor Huang, I'm just passing through Haishi, I don't work here."

"Where are you from? I heard your accent is from the south. Why did you come to Haishi?"

Shen Qingyin was a little annoyed by Dr. Huang's noisy, other doctors in the outpatient clinic were very busy, but he was the only one who stalked her and was not serious and responsible for his work at all.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Huang, I have other things to do, so I'm leaving first." Taking advantage of the doorway, an emergency patient rushed in, Shen Qingyin ran away, walked around the hospital and returned to the outpatient clinic.

To avoid being harassed by Dr. Huang, Qingyin put a scarf around her head, went up to the second floor, and searched for Song Man from room to room.

She wanted to find out if Song Man was the doctor who rescued people on the train, and if not, she also wanted to ask him to look at the prescriptions in her hand. After all, people who know acupuncture must be very good at Chinese medicine, and her grandma's illness can't be delayed any longer. .

313 Hospital belongs to the naval force of Haishi, and it is a little far away from the residential area. However, there are many people who come to see the doctor. The common people trust the character and medical skills of the army doctors.

When they found the fourth floor, the number of patients gradually decreased. Qingyin glanced at the sign above the corridor, "Surgery Office".

The corridor was deserted and clear, and the air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant water. Shen Qingyin's physical energy was exhausted too quickly, and she had lost too much blood before, so she felt light.

"Huh? Why are you here?" Song Man's assistant pushed the door out and found Shen Qingyin resting against the wall.

"Hello, where is the doctor who bandaged my wound just now? I want to see him." Shen Qingyin stopped him and asked in surprise.

"Are you looking for Dr. Song? He is going to the military compound for outpatient consultation. What's the matter? I can convey it to you."

Doctor Song?
Shen Qingyin was a little disappointed, "Doctor Song...he...when will he come back?"

"I guess not coming back today."

Usually he would live there when he went to the compound of the military region. No one in the hospital knew about Song Man's relationship with the compound. He also speculated that Song Man was the grandson of a retired general inside.

Shen Qingyin's heart turned cold, "Excuse me, what's Dr. Song's name?"

The assistant looked at her strangely, slandering Shen Qingyin's inconsistency in his heart, looking at the gentleness and honesty, he didn't expect that in order to get to know Dr. Song, he tried his best to inquire about him, and his affection for her suddenly dropped to a negative value.

"Look for yourself." He pointed to the photo on the wall angrily, and went downstairs with a cold snort.

Shen Qingyin lowered her head in embarrassment, and dared to look up at the wall when she could not hear the assistant's footsteps.

Song Man Qingjun's photo was posted less than a foot away from her. The neat white shirt and thick black-rimmed glasses could not conceal his clear demeanor at all. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he looked at Shen Qingyin calmly.

"Song Man!"

There is only one line of small characters under the name, simply explaining his work experience, Shen Qingyin was surprised from ear to ear, "Doctor Song is only 21 years old?"

At the same age as her, so young to be the director of surgery?
After leaving the hospital with regret, Qingyin walked aimlessly on the street, passing by a noodle shop, the smell wafting from it hooked her gluttons, and only then did she remember that she hadn't had lunch yet.

I ordered a bowl of noodles with clear soup and little water, and pulled them a few times with chopsticks, but couldn't find a trace of meat in it. I couldn't help but smiled wryly, this is also called shredded pork noodles!
She is not picky about her diet, as long as she can fill her stomach, she has strength after eating noodles, and she is not in a hurry to leave after paying. She asked the proprietress for a local evening newspaper, and flipped through it casually.

(End of this chapter)