Don't I Have a Name? Only Know to Call Me Strategic Level!

Sure enough, the cafeteria picked a big and sweet watermelon. And it has been chilled, which is a cool treat in summer.

Zhong Lan stayed in the ward all afternoon. She ate almost all the big watermelon, her belly was round and round, and she could hardly walk when she left.

"Brother, take good care of yourself in the hospital. Director Li is superb in medicine, you must listen to him."

When we parted, Zhong Lan was like a little adult, telling the big brother to take care of himself.

Zhong Yuan secretly sighed.

What a superb medical skill, a watermelon bought my sister off.

At this time, Li Dao looked at his watch and said, "Zhong Lan, it's evening rush hour now, don't take the bus, I'll drive you back."

Zhong Lan hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Thank you Director Li, I'll just go back by myself."

We only met each other on the first day, so how can we bother him?

But Li Dao really felt that it was too dangerous for the little girl to go home alone, and wanted to escort her.

Since I don't want to, I don't insist anymore.

Zhong Yuan is not worried about the danger of his sister going home alone. Sitting in Li Dao's car will easily get involved in dangerous incidents.

So Zhong Yuan sent his sister away and continued to stay in the room.

You are not allowed to watch TV, and you are not allowed to look at your mobile phone. What else can you do?

play chess.

Li Dao took a set of Go from the office.

"Can you play? No, I can teach you. If you can't, you can also go backgammon."

Zhong Yuan thought for a while and said, "A little bit."

I used to work in a Go school, helping others to draw chess records and tidy up the chess pieces. It took a lot of brainpower and I couldn’t make mistakes, and I was paid little money, so I gave up.

However, Go will do just by looking at it.

The chess game is on.

Zhong Yuan holds the black chess and goes first, Li Dao makes a handover.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Dao frowned and murmured, "Zhong Yuan, your chess skills are pretty good. I'm a certified amateur seven-dan."

"Oh, hurry up, I'm going to sleep."

After another quarter of an hour, Li Dao's face turned ugly, and he conceded in the middle game.

In fact, Li Dao doesn't have many hobbies at ordinary times, but he is obsessed with playing chess. He often plays chess with others on the Internet, and there are many experts among them.

Originally, I just wanted to help Zhong Yuan kill time, and teach him how to play chess by the way, but who knows, the piece of armor that was killed in a game of chess will not be kept.

He was not reconciled, and said, "One more round, I didn't play well just now. I won't let you in this round."

Zhong Yuan said casually, "Okay."

In the second game, Zhong Yuan guessed the piece and got it right, so he took the black piece and moved first.

Li Dao grabbed a handful of white chess pieces in his hand and said, "Odd number, even number?"

Zhong Yuan said lazily, "Even numbers."

Startled, Li Dao felt a little tentative, and asked again, "Then guess how many there are."

Without even thinking about it, Zhong Yuan said, "Eight."

Have the ability to predict, but are afraid of guessing wrong?

Although there is no picture, as long as there is a little premonition, it will be deadly accurate.

Li Dao spread out his palm, and suddenly eight white pieces landed on the table.

Just a coincidence?

His heart beat wildly, as if he had made a new discovery, the way he looked at Zhong Yuan became very different again.

Zhong Yuan said nonchalantly, "I'll go first."

Li Dao swallowed nervously and said, "I won't let water in this game."

"Oh."

Thirty minutes later, Li Dao was sweating profusely and began to doubt his life. His hand holding the white chess was shaking.

"Impossible... My big dragon was swallowed by you..."

Zhong Yuan rested his cheeks in his hands, and said in a leisurely manner, "It's too bad, I don't have much interest in playing chess with you."

Li Dao almost couldn't catch his breath, and said dryly, "I... I am an amateur seven-dan!"

Zhong Yuan said bluntly, "Dish."

"..."

I forgot to mention that the place where Zhong Yuan used to work is called the Shangdong National Olympic Go Academy, which specializes in training professional players.

There was once a bizarre story circulating there.

The year before last, the Chess Buddha from Simi Kingdom came to communicate.

The translator got the time wrong, the Chess Buddha came early, and none of the chess players from Huaguo arrived.

He saw a child playing chess in the chess hall, and for some reason, he thought of guiding him.

Taking advantage of no one, they played three games in a row.

Then……

Chess Buddha returned home in the afternoon.

A month later, he published the chess record at that time, declaring that he would never enter China unless he cracked it.

Unfortunately, since then, the mysterious child who played chess with Chess Buddha has never appeared again.

Later, he was honored as the Little God of Go in Huaguo by chess players from Simi Kingdom...

And every time Zhong Yuan sees Go, he will think of that unbearable experience.

During the winter vacation of the second year of junior high school, I had nothing to do, and found that the chess academy was recruiting, so I went to work. (actually admissions)

A group of old Aunts bullied him when he was young, and he was paid ten yuan an hour!

After four hours of hard work, it was only forty yuan, and the round-trip fare was twenty!

Blood loss!

He left in two weeks.

At this time, playing chess with others again does not feel unfamiliar.

Zhong Yuan took a look at Li Dao and found that he was about to collapse, so he couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

Li Dao's lips trembled, and he gritted his teeth, "One more game... one more game!"

"Oh."

He looked so pitiful that even Zhong Yuan couldn't help feeling compassionate.

In the third game, he deliberately went to the end and only won him by fifteen pieces.

When putting away the chessboard, Li Dao lost the light in his eyes.

He secretly swore that he would never play chess with Zhong Yuan again!

too frightening! Zhong Yuan is not only a natural born king, but also an excellent strategist. During the strategizing, the masts and sculls are wiped out in ashes!

A dozen chess pieces were crushed by Li Dao.

It was getting dark and it was time for dinner.

At the nurse's desk, several nurses were chatting.

"Why hasn't Director Li left yet?"

"I heard that he stayed in ward 808 this afternoon and transferred Wang Yue away."

"Is Director Li the attending doctor of the little boy in 808? The child is in a very bad condition?"

"No way, the blood test reports are all good."

"When I sent the slippers over, I saw a lot of shoes on the ground."

"Director Li bought it for him. Maybe it's a child of Director Li's relatives."

People who work on the eighth floor are very familiar with Li Dao's temper. He is neither cold nor warm to anyone, and rarely treats a patient so patiently. It is rare to stay for an afternoon for one person.

In the ward, Zhong Yuan had dinner under the supervision of Li Dao.

Five dishes and one soup, as rich as noon.

The watermelon was replaced with a bunch of grapes.

Li Dao said with a serious expression, "I heard that you only ate half of your lunch and stopped eating. No wonder you are not tall, and your feet are smaller than girls!"

Zhong Yuan said angrily, "You still say?"

Hehe, it seems that his height is his inverse scale, it can't be said...

Li Dao seemed to have regained some ground, and smiled to Zhong Yuan, "Okay, okay, don't talk if you don't say it, don't be angry."

He deliberately changed the subject and said, "The female doctor who was in charge of you before did something to you?"

Zhong Yuan was startled, and said in a low voice, "No."

Li Dao understood clearly, and said, "I will transfer her away so that she won't harass you again."

Zhong Yuan frowned and said, "Why are you telling me these things? I have nothing to do with you transferring people away. Don't eat."

The lunch box was pushed away, and there was more than half of it left.

Although the amount of dishes is a lot more than normal, there is not so much left.

Li Dao frowned.

The cafeteria hired a five-star chef to open a small stove for the eighth floor of the inpatient department. It is delicious in color, fragrance and taste, and people with normal tastes will not find it unpleasant.

So, is it a picky eater?

Or is it a matter of taste?

Still uncomfortable?

All of the above are wrong.

Zhong Yuan is used to eating only two meals a day, so he doesn't eat much.