Self-cultivation of Kuaichuan Green Tea

Chapter 83 The Ordinary Little Dentist (8)

Before leaving, Wei Meng touched the doorknob.

There was also the temperature left by Bai Zisu's palm.

The two stood downstairs, Wei Meng sneered: "I won't move you now, don't think you will get better in the future."

Qu Lingyuan didn't feel threatened at all, and smiled back: "We'll wait and see."

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about Wei Meng, and walked towards his home pinching his thin waist, completely without the attitude of saying that he would send her away just now, fearing that she would meet bad people.

Upstairs, Bai Zisu had just sent the two away when he received a call from Papa Bai.

"Son." Papa Bai's voice sounded a little drunk, so Bai Zisu reluctantly turned on his phone and threw it on the corner of the bed.

This time the call time could not be shorter.

"What's the matter, call me at night." He pushed back a few strands of black hair on his forehead, and lay on the bed in a lack of interest.

"For letting you do basic work in dentistry, do you feel that dad is condescending to his talent?" Dad Bai's voice was tired, obviously he spent a lot of time on socializing at night.

He was always like this, he only wanted to talk to Bai Zisu when he was drunk.

Bai Zisu's voice was light and his mood didn't fluctuate too much: "I used to have it, but now I'm very happy here."

Qu Lingyuan's face flashed inexplicably again in his mind, he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the phone.

"When you just graduated, I wanted you to be the chief surgeon at Jingzhou Hospital." Father Bai paused. It will be very difficult for you to leave the position of the chief surgeon."

Bai Zisu didn't understand: "Is there something wrong?"

"You know, I want you to take over. There are so many hospitals in the family, some of them are busy, how can you be the chief surgeon all the time?" Dad Bai said in a vague tone.

"Then why did I take the Ph. D. exam? To gild my status as the dean in the future?" Bai Zisu was obviously dissatisfied with this reason, "Dad, you think too much, I just simply like clinical practice."

Papa Bai was silent for a while, and Bai Zisu remained silent, waiting for him to think for himself.

There was a soft sigh from the other end of the phone, and then Dad Bai slowly said: "I know you are filial, but we made the wrong decision for you."

"It's okay." Bai Zisu didn't think it mattered, it doesn't matter where he works, it's good to be free.

Looking past the open door of the bedroom, you can still see the mannequins in the living room.

It is fine to let him go to school to be a school doctor, and it will not affect his clinical research anyway.

"Go to Jingzhou, clean up and move to the house over there."

In order to facilitate work, the Bai family bought a house near each of their hospitals.

"it is good."

He really doesn't care.

The next day.

This is Bai Zisu's last visit to the dental hospital.

"I'm leaving here." Taking advantage of fewer patients, Bai Zisu said goodbye to his colleagues.

Qu Lingyuan was holding a dental drill in her hand to fill the patient's tooth hole, she sat aside and listened without speaking.

"Leave? Where are you going?" Someone asked.

"Jingzhou Hospital." Bai Zisu's subordinates had no patients to treat, so he sat leisurely by the side, his beautiful eyes gazing at Qu Lingyuan's busy back.

I really care.

"Jingzhou is good, the salary over there is very high."

Hearing the envious tone of others, Bai Zisu twitched the corner of his mouth.

No one in this dental department knew that Bai Zisu was the son of the hospital owner, and they thought he was looking for another job.

Qu Lingyuan came home at noon, staring at the ceiling and thinking about life.

Bai Zisu was leaving, so it didn't make any sense for her to stay in this dentistry.

Thinking of the piano next door, she thought about it.

The original owner likes medicine, but she is not that interested, and it would be good to continue learning the piano. Anyway, she is only 21 years old, and most people are still in college at this time.

Open the phone.

Where can I teach piano?

The teacher at the piano store she went to before was not of high quality, so she could only give a brief instruction, and she couldn't explain why, which made her feel a little tired.

Subconsciously, he turned over the map and turned his gaze to Jingzhou Hospital. There was a sign of a piano shop nearby.

Qin rhyme?

When Qu Lingyuan saw this piano store, the information showed that the owner, Chu Wenyu, was over 80 years old. He used to be the director of the Piano Society of the Music Association, and when he got old, he retired to open a piano store.

Chu Wenyu is very strict in accepting students, and has to interview first. He has opened the piano shop for several years, but there are only two students.

Qu Lingyuan's eyes revealed that she was eager to try, and she habitually looked to the side.

Yiling is not here
The excitement subsided, and through communication, I learned that there were no students in the piano store in the afternoon, so Qu Lingyuan carried the bag hanging at the door on her back, asked for leave from the hospital, and took a taxi to Qin Yun.

The decoration of this piano shop is very simple, with only one floor, it is not as big as the original piano shop, but Qu Lingyuan feels comfortable.

The windows are clear and clean, and you can see that in the hall of the outer room, apart from the violin hanging on the wall, there is only a grand piano.

Sitting on the piano bench is a grandma with short white hair. The dark green satin cheongsam wears her unique temperament, elegant and majestic. With a pair of jade hands resting on the black and white keys, it is not difficult to see the charm of her youth.

"Teacher Chu?" Qu Lingyuan's demeanor was casual, it was rare to be so solemn, she straightened her dress before knocking on the door lightly.

Chu Wenyu raised her eyes, her eyes filled with undisguised amazement, her smile was kind, and her voice was gentle: "Here we come."

She had made an appointment before, and she knew that Qu Lingyuan would come in the afternoon, but she didn't want to be such a peerless and wonderful person.

Teacher Chu is a face control.

She remained calm on the surface, got up and took Qu Lingyuan's hand, let her sit in front of the piano, and sat on the soft chair beside her.

"The interview is very simple, just play a random piece, but it can't be any piece I have heard."

Qu Lingyuan was slightly taken aback.

An old man in her 80s has devoted her whole life to the piano. With her experience in her 20s, how can she play a piece that Chu Wenyu has never heard?

This is forcing her to compose music on the spot.

(End of this chapter)