Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The person in front of him has a resolute face, and his facial features are not so delicate.

The man stretched his brows and smiled openly, "Little Nianzi, long time no see!"

Yan Nian had already recovered, and the smile on her lips widened, "He Huaiguang, it turned out to be you! Where have you been in recent years?"

She did not expect that her blind date would be good buddies from elementary school to high school.

After graduating from high school, the time is far away and the old people are far away. The big guys went to different things. Only she and Ding Baoyi stayed in contact. The others either went abroad or went to break into society, and many of them broke contact.

He Huaiguang is one of them.

Now that they have reunited after a long time, the two chatted for a while, unconsciously, it was dark.

There are large neon shadows outside, reflecting the shadow of the woman on the glass window, graceful and exquisite, and the small face of the goose is flawless, like a pearl and beautiful jade, radiant.

He Huaiguang looked at Yannian, and there was an obsession in his eyes, which was not easy to detect.

At the end, he said, "So you and Wen Yu are not married?"

Wen Yu.

At the mention of this name, Yan Nian's eyes fell.

Back then, people all over the world said that she and Wen Yu were a pair-a gentleman with words, Wen Qiruyu.

Later, the pre-marital checkup caused her relationship with Wen Yu to fall apart.

Yannian took a sip of the lemonade in front of her, curled her lips, her eyes were gone for the pain and sorrow she had suffered after breaking up.

"I am married now, but the groom is not Wen Yu."

"what?"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao called.

The voice on the other end of the phone is deep and magnetic, like the sound of a cello, intriguing.

"I'm done with the meal, when will you be back?"

The words were taken aback.

A bit of guilt suddenly grew in my heart.

"Sorry, I won't go back tonight. I'm having dinner with my friends. I'll stay at the flower shop later."

"Snapped."

Jiang Beiyuan hung up without saying anything.

Staring at the steaming food in front of him.

He lifted his foot and kicked the leg of the table, not getting angry.

This is only one night, she can't live anymore?

The phone rang again.

This time it was Jiang Beiyuan's.

Someone from the hospital called and said that there were two patients who had been sent in a car accident, so Jiang Beiyuan hurriedly went back for surgery.

He hummed, faintly, with coldness.

Picking up the jacket on the sofa and turning around, he called Xu Kuangjie.

"I cooked the food on the table. If you don't eat it, I will reward you."

Xu Kuangjie said twice, "Is the sun setting in the east today? You actually cooked for me?"

"Well, give it to your dog if you don't eat it."

Xu Kuangjie: "..."

How to listen to this person's voice in a good manner is like taking gunpowder.

...

After the two operations were done, it was dawn the next day.

Jiang Beiyuan kneaded his painful eyebrows and returned to the lounge. He didn't take off his white coat, his elbows propped on his forehead, and his eyes closed.

This is how a doctor's profession is. If there is an emergency operation, you must go back immediately. What's more, a leader in thoracic surgery like him, as long as it is a major operation above the second level, he is absolutely indispensable.

Because of this, the director of the central hospital said that Jiang Beiyuan would not be allowed to leave. The welfare of the whole department is the best for Jiang Beiyuan. Normally, he doesn't need to sit for the consultation, it just depends on his mood.

And Jiang Beiyuan didn't go to the doctor's office, purely because some patients used to fill up their numbers, not to treat the disease, but to see people.

The man is him.

He fell asleep.

It was eleven o'clock after waking up.

There was a circle of fatigue under my eyes, and the pink blanket on my body slipped away, stained with the smell of rose oil.

Jiang Beiyuan frowned, picked up the blanket, and threw it on the sofa at will.

After a while, the owner of the blanket came--

Yu Lili.