Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Zhang Fan coughed twice. Will this person catch the point, "By the way, you will be discharged from the hospital now? Are you okay? No need to rest?"

"No, it's fine."

He knows his own body.

Everything is arranged and ready to go.

Two sleeves and breeze, all alone, without any luggage.

"Then since you are leaving, remember to report to the dean. Your operation last night was a terrible cry! The dean and the deputy dean were dispatched, and the hospital had just imported new equipment from Germany. I moved here, and more than 20 doctors in the operating room have slapped their hands, and they almost sold the entire hospital to Jiang Beiyuan as a foil!"

"understood."

Compared with Zhang Fan's excitement, Jiang Beiyuan was as calm and easy-going as before, but only faintly responded.

On the dean's side, he will go back once after all.

Otherwise, the personnel relationship is still in the hospital. He is still a doctor in the central hospital. This is a certainty.

"Oh, by the way, your mother was yelling with your daughter-in-law in front of your bed yesterday. I told her to go back first. She said to see you this morning. When your mother comes, you are gone now. What should I do??"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan raised his wrist and looked at the table below.

It is eight o'clock in the morning, and Pei Jinling usually wakes up at eight thirty.

"If she comes, tell her that I am transferred and ask her to go to the People's Hospital to find me."

"what??"

Zhang Fan was a little puzzled.

"Why do you let me lie to your mother?"

"Exercising for the elderly is good for her," Jiang Beiyuan snorted, "Otherwise, I'll be full and have nothing to do."

amount……

Zhang Fan swallowed hard and slandered himself:

It's really worthy of Jiang Beiyuan. In terms of calculations, he would not even let his mother go.

...

The end of the corridor on the eighth floor of the Central Hospital.

An office with quiet decoration. Several landscape paintings of flowers and birds hung on the transparent white walls. Inside, the old doctor in a white coat is practicing calligraphy. The fragrance of writing and writing beside him is floating in the air, and the pure music of Guzheng is flowing. Slowly flowing in every corner.

There was a knock on the door outside, softly, and not impatient.

The old dean said "come in".

A casual man with one-handed pockets, his eyebrows are like eagles, his face is not as pale as yesterday, his black eyes are deep and firm, and he carries a breath of mint soda water.

"It turned out to be Doctor Xiao Jiang, he recovered from this serious illness, and he seems to recover quite quickly!"

The dean put down the brush in his hand, looked at Jiang Beiyuan with his dim eyes, and waved at him with a smile.

"You are here just right, come and help me study ink."

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan stepped forward. He stood in front of the dean, condescending, with his thin lips slightly open, "Dean, I am here—"

"Hey, what's the hurry, please help me study ink first!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan did so.

Standing next to the dean, his 188 head is more than a head taller than the rickety old man.

"Xiao Jiang, what do you think of my writing?"

Jiang Beiyuan glanced at the calligraphy on it.

Rough and vigorous handwriting, five big characters of "do it and cherish".

He retracted his eyes and said, with a faint tone, "General."

"Hahahaha—"

The dean rubbed the beard of his chin and smiled instead of anger.

"It's really Dr. Jiang. In our entire hospital, you are the only one who never looks at anyone's face when you speak. Director Wang Shuang has often complained about your pain before me!"

"Just tell the truth."