Village Doctor's Magic Hands

"Sister Zhiling, i..." looking at Li Zhiling's angry face, Zhao Sanjin wanted to say two funny words to activate the atmosphere, but he didn't expect to have time to speak. He was directly blocked by Li Zhiling's hand and said: "you are a mental patient. Talking to you will lower my IQ."

Walking into the elevator of the company building, Zhao Sanjin went upstairs directly. He didn't stop until he reached the floor where Liu's traditional Chinese medicine was located. After turning twice to the right, he stopped in front of a landing glass office. He wanted to tidy up his clothes. He remembered that he was wearing patient clothes, so he just forgot.

Pushing open the door of the office, Zhao Sanjin, with a pleasant smile, came directly to the door before he had time to take a look: "xiaoyingying, do you miss me?"

However, standing there awkwardly for half a minute, Zhao Sanjin only felt that half a century had passed, and no one came up to hug himself, and no one opened his mouth to say a word.

Quietly open an eye, the first thing to see is the young woman standing at the desk, dressed in professional ol clothes, with thin meat color pants socks and black high heels, which is the model of leadership level.

Sure enough, looking up, he was Liu Yingying.

However, Zhao Sankin's eyebrows frowned, because Liu Yingying's face didn't seem very good-looking.

"Mr. Liu, are you... All right?" Zhao Sanjin moved forward two steps, directly sat down on the desk, touched Liu Yingying's head and muttered, "strange, no fever, what's the matter?"

"Zhao Sanjin, stop making trouble!" however, before Zhao Sanjin continued his next move, Liu Yingying suddenly opened the lion's mouth and said angrily.

"Why... What's the matter?" Zhao Sanjin looked at Liu Yingying innocently. He was very unhappy with the feeling of lying on the gun.

"Mr. Zhao." however, it was not Liu Yingying who responded to Zhao Sanjin this time, but a voice behind Zhao Sanjin.

Don't look back. You can be so cheap that you can take the initiative to speak. Zhao Sanjin knows who this person is with his eyes closed.

"Mr. Meng?" Zhao Sankin frowned in surprise, and then turned around. The smile on his face was very strong. He took the initiative to stretch out his hand and hold it with Meng Yifan. He shook his arm vigorously, and the other hand also took advantage of the situation to put on Meng Yifan's shoulder. His intimate actions matched with a familiar smile. People who don't know must think they are good brothers who haven't seen each other for many years.

But no one can realize how painful Meng Yifan is at the moment. His palm is pinched and his shoulder is carried by Zhao Sanjin. Even if he wants to cry or squat down, he becomes extremely extravagant.

Soon, Meng Yifan's face became ferocious. He immediately pushed Zhao Sanjin's hands away, took two steps back, and sat down on the sofa. His eyes were spewing fire. Looking at Zhao Sanjin, he wanted to cut him like a thousand knives.

"Mr. Meng, are you all right?" Zhao Sanjin hurried forward and prepared to 'help' Meng Yifan, but Meng Yifan refused directly. He was frightened by Zhao Sanjin's action.

"Is Mr. Zhao going too far?" Meng Yifan clenched his teeth, and his voice almost jumped out between his teeth.

It is conceivable that Meng Yifan should have much resentment at the moment. Therefore, as soon as the conversation turned, he directly focused on Zhao Sanjin's patient clothes. With a meaningful smile, he asked, "it's not a few days from the new product launch of Liu's traditional Chinese medicine. Why did Mr. Zhao lie in the hospital?"

"Do you really want to listen?" Zhao Sankin bowed his body, outlined a penetrating smile at the corner of his mouth, and confirmed.

"Mr. Zhao, what's hard to say?" Meng Yifan asked after Zhao Sanjin's shriveled appearance.

"Since you want to hear so much, I'll tell you." Zhao Sanjin seemed to have made a great determination and looked at Meng Yifan very seriously.

Then, just as Meng Yifan was ready to laugh, Zhao Sanjin laughed first and said, "he's milk - milk, and I don't know who's stupid - forced to hold on when he's full. He has nothing to find someone to assassinate me."