Chapter 11: Are you sick from Song Boshu?

Author: Yunshui Moyin

Chapter 11: Are you sick from Song Boshu?

Nan Xinhuan snapped her fingers, "Binguo, you guessed it right."

Xu Xin: "…"

"I think you probably haven't woken up yet, so you can continue to sleep."

After Xu Xin said that, she hung up the phone, didn't care about what she said, just treated it as a joke, and then went to issue a statement.

Nan Xinhuan sighed helplessly as she looked at the hanging-up phone call. She didn't believe it for the first time she said such words to someone.

Nan Xinhuan stretched. This is Hai'an Hospital, and the environment is quite good.

Speaking of which, she hasn't been to see her grandfather for a long time, so she happened to go and have a look.

She was wearing ordinary medical clothes, which was particularly unique when worn on her. Her slender hair was simply tied into a low ball, and she could not suppress her stunning face.

But she didn't know that a person secretly took a photo of Nan Xinhuan's side face and posted it online.

[Look, everyone, Nan Xinhuan is actually hospitalized.JPG!]

[It's really her when I go! Finally, some netizens can't bear to watch it and take action!]

[It's a medical suit from Hai'an Hospital. What a pity that she can't be injured even more!]

【Hahaha, the upstairs are so cruel!】

[That's right, this raw picture of the side face is also...it's so beautiful...]

[You are not alone in the upper floor. I almost recognized this as Nandog at first sight! It's so beautiful that I don't look like a real person!]

【OMG! Is Nan Xinhuan so beautiful?】

Every time Nan Xinhuan appears in the public eye, she wears heavy makeup. Now such a strong contrast forms a sharp contrast. A photo of a sick dress has become a hot search, but 90% of them are scolded, and the remaining 10% of them follow their facial features.

However, this photo disappeared within five minutes and could not be reproduced or saved.

【What's going on? Why did that picture disappear all of a sudden?】

【I just saved it, but I can't send it out, so it turned into a black screen.】

[Everyone, go and check out Hai'an Hospital Weibo!]

#@Hai'an Hospital issues a statement: Hai'an Hospital prohibits the disclosure of patient privacy and photos, and does not allow photos. @Nangou get out of the entertainment industry. You have violated the Haishi confidentiality agreement and are not allowed to enter Hai'an Hospital for life.

[So that's it. Hai'an Hospital is doing too strong in keeping confidentiality work.]

[After all, it is the number one hospital in the country. It is said that when you go in to visit the hospital, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement. The security index is very high, and most people cannot enter at all.]

Everyone didn't think too much, just thinking that Hai'an Hospital is maintaining the privacy of patients and the privacy of the hospital. After all, other patients and doctors from the hospital were also photographed in the photo.

[It just implicated this netizen and could not enter Hai'an Hospital for life.]

[It's all Nan Xinhuan! If it weren't for her, this netizen wouldn't have been expelled from Hai'an Hospital.]

...

"Master Wang, I thought you asked me to do something, but that's the end?" Song Boshu's mouth twitched, feeling incredible about what he did.

As the director of Hai'an Hospital, he was busy. How many patients were waiting for him to treat him? As a result, what he said was an urgent matter was to publish a Weibo statement?

"That's it?" The man's voice was cold, and his secret eyes could not see the emotions, but Song Boshu had already noticed a trace of danger.

"Ahem... It's really an urgent matter." Song Boshu admitted his conscience and secretly observed Lu Wangchuan who was looking at his phone with his head down.

Is this the one Wang he knows?

"Master Wang, what is the relationship between you two?" Song Boshu asked suddenly. Although he had admitted it before, he still wanted to ask once.

Lu Wangchuan raised his eyes and raised his lips lightly, "House-wife relationship."

Song Silk Book with Doctor of Medicine: "???"

Is he not explaining clearly or is he not mentally enough?

Four words burned his CPU!

"Song silk scriptures, where is my master?" Pei Yangqiu came in with a cane.

Lu Wangchuan originally saw that he was scolding Nan Xinhuan on Weibo, and he was in a very bad mood, but when he saw Pei Yangqiu's legs, he felt mostly better.

"What do you say, the leg doctor?" Lu Wangchuan asked.

"The doctor said it would take a month to get better. Thank you for your concern." Pei Yangqiu was so moved.

Master Wang still cares about his brother.

Lu Wangchuan was in a happy mood: "Well, it should be."

Song Boshu shook his head silently, the sunny boy was not the opponent of the black-hearted and cunning boss.

"You haven't answered my question yet, where is my master?" Pei Yangqiu sat on the sofa and turned to look at Song Boshu.

The master was not in the ward, so he found this.

"She probably went out for a walk. Do you have something to do with her?" After Song Boshu said that, he felt a cold gaze swept across him and fell on Pei Yangqiu.

Pei Yangqiu shivered, looked at the air conditioner temperature and picked up the remote control on the table and turned the temperature up.

I didn't notice the dangerous sight next to me at all.

"Ah... there is nothing big about it, just care about her." Pei Yangqiu felt a sensation in his heart. One was a doctor of medicine and the other was a director of the research of Dr. Jingda University. If they believed it, they would have a ghost!

No! It seems like there is a real ghost...

"It seems that it's not your turn to care about it." Song Boshu kindly reminded.

Or how can Pei Yangqiu be a sunny boy? He is the simplest of them.

So simple that I don't know how I die.

"Why is it not my turn to have a relationship with the master?"

After all, it is a life-and-death relationship.

After saying that, the temperature in the office was a little lower, and someone's face became colder.

"Dididi..." Pei Yangqiu continued to raise the temperature and muttered: "It's so strange, it's not cold today..."

He continued to speak, "You don't know how bad I have been during this period. Until I met the master, I could finally sleep peacefully..."

Pei Yangqiu has always said that the temperature in the office has been dropping and the temperature of the air conditioner has been rising.

25→28→30…

Song Boshu finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood up: "Qiuqiu, I think your plaster doesn't seem to be well-made, so I'll take you to get another one..."

If this continues, the air conditioner will explode.

"No, that's fine." Pei Yangqiu looked down and saw that he had just hit it, without a crack.

Song Boshu insisted on picking up the crutch and handing it to him, "I said it would be broken, take it and follow me!"

"...No, I'm not blind..." Pei Yangqiu cursed, is it fun to mess with him?

Song Boshu picked up the crutch in his hand and smashed the plaster on his leg.

"Bang..."

The gypsum was broken.

Pei Yangqiu: “…”

Song Boshu: "Now, come with me."

Pei Yangqiu died and smiled: "Song Boshu, are you sick?"

Song Boshu is righteous: "I'm sick!"

“…”

VIP ward.

"These people are really blind. Do my granddaughter likes the little white-faced man named Jiang Luo?"

"It's still a mistress, it's almost the same for someone else to be a mistress for my granddaughter!"

Mr. Zhu cursed in the ward. I don’t know how many people in Beijing want to marry his granddaughter, and the team can go abroad.

Which turn is it for him!

Aunt Yang smiled and said, "Old Zhu, don't be angry. The doctor said you can't get angry."

Aunt Yang is his companion, and she has always been taking care of Mr. Zhu's daily life.

"Xiao Yang, are these netizens blind?"

Aunt Yang has also met Nan Xinhuan. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a princess who is fascinating in the country. In addition, Mr. Zhu has a prominent identity, so ordinary people are really not worthy of Miss Nan Xinhuan.

"That's certainly, but it's normal for Mr. Zhu and those who don't know Miss Xin Huan's identity, so it's normal for them to be led by the rhythm."

Netizens on the Internet say whatever they see, and they will not judge the authenticity of the matter.

"Hmph, a group of people without eyesight." Old Zhu snorted coldly and threw his phone aside. If he hadn't been in poor health in the past two years, he would have been on the front line.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!