I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Yun Zhuran ran to the dean's office in one breath.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard dean Gong's roar coming from inside. Yun Zhuran did not dare to enter, but stood at the door with his hands on his knees and took two deep breaths. Mix up your breath. Then he straightened his back and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Dean Gong's angry voice came from inside.

Yun Zhuran pushed the door open and walked in. She saw dean Gong standing by the blinds with a livid face, and a few steps away from him, Zhang Lin lowered his head and kept sobbing, as if he had done something wrong and was being criticized.

"What's wrong?" Yun Zhuran asked as he walked over.

Dean Gong suppressed his anger and pointed at Zhang Lin, "Ask her. Let her speak for herself. Tell me what you've done!"

Yun Zhuran's husband was a major shareholder in the hospital, and yun zhuran was also the hospital's deputy director. Dean Gong had to give her some face. Even so, dean Gong was furious. He spoke in a very rude tone, unlike a highly educated man.

Yun Zhuran ignored dean Gong's attitude. It's impossible to leave now. She walked over to Zhang Lin and held Zhang Lin's shoulder, trying to keep her voice as gentle as possible, "Zhang Lin, what's wrong? What happened?"

"It's okay, doctor Yun. It's okay. I was careless..."

Before he could finish, dean Gong snatched the words.

"How can you be so careless when you're not careful? You, hehe, you are a disgrace to our hospital."

Dean Gong was gritting his teeth, stomping his feet, and pointing at Zhang Lin's nose. Yun Zhuran wondered why the normally gentle dean Gong was so angry. What exactly did Zhang Lin do?

Yun Zhuran looked at Zhang Lin, and Zhang Lin lowered his head again. Not a word. Yun zhuran tried to push her twice, but there was no response. Zhang Lin just didn't say anything.

Yun Zhuran had no choice but to ask dean Gong. Dean Gong glared and grunted briefly about what he knew.

So, Zhang Lin didn't know what was going on. In the hall, he had an argument with an old man and moved his hand. She pushed the old man savagely to the ground. The old man's head hit the corner of the wall and he was bleeding. The old man immediately fell into a coma. He hasn't woken up yet. Coincidentally, the scene was recorded and posted online. There were dozens of media calls in a row just now. I can't even finish it.

After briefly explaining the matter, dean Gong complained, "I think all the reporters will be swarming soon. Our hospital has always had a good reputation. In this way, it was just a smear. All the public welfare activities this year have been in vain."

In fact, it was not just this year's public welfare activities that went to waste. The positive image that had been built up over the years also vanished at this moment.

Zhang Lin still kept his head down and did not speak.

Yun Zhuran also tried to ask her what was going on. In Yun Zhuran's mind, Zhang Lin was not the kind of person who disrespected the elderly and liked to use violence.

There must be something hidden, something bitter.

"Zhang Lin, tell me, what's going on? Okay?"

Yun Zhuran turned to ask Zhang Lin. Zhang Lin bit her lips, her face full of tears, and she stubbornly shook her head.

Sister Chuen Ran, stop asking. It's all my fault. It's all my fault!"

With that, Zhang Lin turned and ran. Yun Zhuran couldn't catch up with her even if he wanted to.

She ran away, and dean Gong's anger had yet to be vented.

He picked up the phone and ordered angrily, "Hr, get Zhang Lin out of here. I don't want to see her again."

After that, he slammed the landline on the table. It was as if all this was for Yun Zhuran to see.

Yun Zhuran didn't want to talk to dean Gong anymore. Saying too much is just asking for trouble. She retreated silently. She lowered her head at the corner of the corridor and thought for a while.

"How is that possible?"

She mumbled to herself.

She could not believe that Zhang Lin had made the mistakes that dean Gong had described. Yun Zhuran knew exactly what Zhang Lin was like. Even if Zhang Lin had been in a bad mood recently because of her boyfriend, she wouldn't have taken it out on an old man. What's more, he pushed the old man to the ground and bled his head.

How is that possible?

The more Yun Zhuran thought about it, the more conflicted he felt. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

"What the hell is going on?"

She raised her head and glanced at the ceiling.

Suddenly, she made a decision.

To investigate.

It was impossible to understand why he was always thinking in the corner.

She went to look for a few people who were present at the time of the incident, but none of them could make it clear. Why Zhang Lin quarreled with the old man, and how they clashed, they could not explain. It's not their fault. They were far away and the hall was noisy. Not to mention the sudden incident.

He took out his phone and searched the internet.

My god, this news has completely fermented. It was not an exaggeration to say that the city was full of wind and rain.

In today's tense doctor-patient relationship, any conflict in the hospital would be constantly magnified.

Of course Yun Zhuran understood. I just didn't expect it to happen next to me. She also had a clear understanding of the current situation. No matter who is right or wrong in this matter and how to understand it, Zhang Lin's job will probably be lost.

Since the bystanders couldn't explain, they had to ask the client.

That old man.

Yun Zhuran walked into the ward. The old man lay on the bed with his eyes closed and a large piece of gauze on his left forehead, dripping with blood. It had been dealt with before. He finally stopped the bleeding. Yun Zhuran walked up to him and wanted to wake him up to ask about the situation. But on second thought, it was impolite to disturb the old man after he was injured like this.

She was hesitating whether to come back later. The old man suddenly opened his eyes.

"You are... Oh, you are doctor Yun..."

"You know me?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded slightly. "I'll go to the doctor's in the morning. Maybe there are too many people. You forgot."

Yun Zhuran looked at the old man's face carefully and suddenly remembered.

"That's right. You are my patient. I remember. You are the second patient to the last in the morning. Yes, I remember."

The old man lay there, his head wrapped in gauze, his face as white as paper. It was so different from the morning that Yun Zhuran did not recognize him for a moment.

The old man struggled to get up, and Yun Zhuran hurried over.

"Old man, don't move. Your body is still very weak."

Yun Zhuran went to the lobby to check it out. The old man bled a lot and the ground turned red. The scene was frightening. No wonder it caused a sensation on the internet. Anyone who saw such a scene would think that something big had happened.

The old man touched his forehead and said, "Doctor Yun, I don't understand. That nurse... The nurse is a little weird..."

"What's wrong?"

The old man continued to touch the gauze on his forehead, which was soaked in blood. The old man's hands were all dyed red.

However, the old man didn't care too much. He said, "The nurse insisted that I give her the medicine. She said she made a mistake. I feel a little strange. He was so enthusiastic at first. Why did you suddenly change your face?"