Life With You

Ren Shanshan’s resignation was spread throughout the Xiehe Hospital the next day. Her family background is well known. Otherwise, with her education and ability, it would be impossible to join Xiehe, let alone the same department. The little nurse ran away.

But this time she didn’t open her eyes and kicked on the steel plate. Another open secret of Xiehe. Song Xi was also a backer. It has been proved many times that even if Song Yuanqing is down now, the skinny camel is always bigger than the horse. No, Ren Shanshan took Song Xi, and Song Xi won.

Ren Shanshan came to Xiehe for a short time, but the whole hospital treated her as a malignant tumor. Now Song Xi is also treating the people. While everyone is happy, they are also more determined. Don't mess with Song Xi in the future.

Song Xi called Qiao Aiwen to express his gratitude, but he also apologized. After all, Ren Shanshan was Ren Lina's natal relative.

Qiao Aiwen replied heartily: "My brother and I don't like their family, let alone her. My brother has asked her dad to take her back to Panzhou, so it won't cause you trouble."

When Song Xi heard this, his expression changed slightly, and then he said, "Does your brother know?"

Qiao Aiwen responded and said meaningfully: "In this way, my brother is still facing you, so you don't have to be afraid, don't worry, he is covering you."

There was a ripple in Song Xi's heart, and she said, "Others are abroad, and they are distracted to deal with these bad things, which makes him feel uncomfortable."

Qiao Aiwen replied: "You and him are not friends, it is right for friends to help each other."

The conversation changed: "It's like you and Doctor Ling."

Qiao Aiwen mentioned Ling Yue, and she could imagine the sweetness of her face through her mobile phone. She lowered her voice a little and asked: "Can I ask you some inside stories about Doctor Ling?"

Song Xi said, "I'm going to enter the operating room soon...Are you free tonight?"

Qiao Aiwen had already collapsed, and she quickly replied: "I'm free, I will invite you to dinner tonight."

"Okay, then I'll call you after get off work."

When the phone was hung up, Song Xi was in a daze, thinking of Qiao Aiwen and saying: My brother is still facing you.

She heard a hint of joking in Qiao Aiwen's words, but she didn't want to misunderstand, let alone be affectionate. Out of gratitude for his help, she should call him personally, but he never took the initiative to contact her for so long, and she didn't want to be hot and cold again.

No, her mentality is not right. If she was in the past, she would definitely call him without hesitation. Even if she knew that George Sheng was difficult to get along with, one size would fall into one size. Those who should be grateful are still grateful. She doesn't like pretending to be confused.

Song Xi split himself into several halves, and each put forward a hypothesis by himself, and then let the other criticize it by himself.

However, after a few back and forth, Song Xi was a little irritable. She was irritable not because her brain was not enough, but because she had to admit that her feelings for George Sheng had undergone a qualitative change, and she could not return to the original feelings that did not entrain any personal friendship. when.

Maybe on weekdays, everyone will look up and bow their heads. Song Xi is used to the rhythm of boiling frogs in warm water, so she doesn’t feel that the relationship between herself and George Sheng is different from before, but this time he walked for so long. , There was no sound, she could not see or hear, and then realized that she missed him a little.

What do you think he did after leaving for so long?

Do you think he eats and sleeps on time?

Do you think he has encountered any difficulties?

Thinking of him... why not call her, even the most common greeting.

Song Xi is a smart person. Even if she knows nothing about his whereabouts and work, one thing she can be sure of is that when a man doesn't take the initiative to contact you, he doesn't have you in his heart.

The reason why it is said to be 80%, the remaining 20% ​​is the final fantasy left by a woman to herself, imagining that the other party should, maybe, maybe, maybe there is some last resort.

At noon that day, when Song Xi was just out of the operating room, a nurse told her: "Dr. Song, someone is looking for it. It has been more than an hour, waiting in front of your office."

"Okay, thank you."

Song Xi stepped forward, and the closer he got closer, the more he noticed that the man's profile looked familiar. The man lowered his head and glanced at his watch, and then inadvertently glanced to the left, facing Song Xi, waiting for her to speak out. His eyes widened, he stepped forward quickly, and said with a smile: "I'm over? I can count on you."

Astonishment flashed across Song Xi's eyes, he whispered: "Uncle."

That's right, the person who came was Ren Shanshan's father. Ren Ruizhong and Song Xi met and said hello once at Qiao Dingxiang's funeral.

Ren Ruizhong also had a very small voice, and said with a smile: "Outside, I can't call your nephew and daughter-in-law, just call you Doctor Song."

Song Xi took Ren Ruizhong to his private office, thinking that he was here to inquire about his sins, but he was here to make amends. People in their 50s and almost 60 years old didn't have one mouthful. Song Xi felt sorry for him. Said not to the heart.

Ren Ruizhong said: "I'm busy with Zhisheng, I don't want to disturb him rashly. Look..."

Song Xi smiled and said: "Uncle, I understand that I will tell Zhi Sheng, you can also blame me, I don't know it is family member."

Ren Ruizhong hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don’t blame you or you, it’s because I didn’t teach well. I only came to Yecheng from Bazhou last night. I will take her back to take good care of her today. Don’t be angry with Zhisheng either. Little kid, not sensible."

Song Xi was very busy. There were two groups of people knocking on the door within ten minutes. Ren Ruizhong couldn't continue to interrupt. After saying hello, he said goodbye. Song Xi sent him to the elevator entrance. He said nothing to let her go downstairs.

Back to the office, after thinking about it, Song Xisi finally decided what he wanted to do. The plan is never as fast as the change. She is not a god, so she can’t figure out what will happen in the future. At this moment, she still picked up the phone and sent a text message to George Sheng. , The words are concise and concise, thank him for his help first, and at the same time, he is not embarrassed to let him offend relatives in the family.

After sending the text message, Song Xi didn't hesitate to put down the phone and started working. Unexpectedly, after a few minutes, the phone rang. She fixed her eyes and saw that the word'S' on the screen was what she had been looking forward to day and night for nearly half a month.

Now that I was really looking forward to it, she was somewhat resisted.

After shaking for a few seconds, Song Xi connected: "Hello."

George Sheng's voice came from the phone: "You like to be your girlfriend everywhere? Is it a part-time job outside the hospital? How much do they give you?"

George Sheng's tone was not too bad, but he could hear negative emotions, but instead of anger, he neutralized some teasing and reduced his anger to 50 or 60%.

Song Xi hasn't listened to him for a long time, not to mention repeated questioning when she opened her mouth. Holding the phone, she looked dumbfounded and realized that Qiao Aiwen must have said something to him. These two people love to use me to block guns. You have seen Dong Xu, your sister has seen Ling Yue... Is this a coincidence?"

George Sheng said in a low voice, "Coincidence also depends on probability."