Do you think Gu Qinghong’s words are too artificial?

That’s not the case.

Do you speak with an accent?

Neither.

But just the tone of her voice, coupled with her little movements, suddenly made people feel greasy.

Yes, Du Heng suddenly felt that the word he was looking for was very accurate.

Gu Qinghong's current appearance is just like those men who are in their thirties or forties but give you a crooked smile or flip down their bangs. They are oily, oily and greasy all over.

"It's settled, I'll ask Dr. Cao to discharge you from the hospital in the afternoon." Du Heng looked at Gu Qinghong in front of him, feeling extremely uncomfortable. After saying that, he immediately turned around and left.

But Gu Qinghong still refused and jumped down from the hospital bed, "Oh, Brother Du, what I said is true, no.

What you said is indeed correct, but I don’t believe those people. How do they know what your requirements are.

Besides, they are definitely not as professional as you.

I have checked that they are health care practitioners, but you are medical practitioners, which is different."

Du Heng was a little helpless, "It's just that the name is different, but the core things are actually the same.

Maybe they don't know much about your condition and don't understand how to treat it, but they don't need to know how to treat it. They just need to tell them the massage methods and steps. Their techniques are better than those of the doctors and nurses in our hospital.

Be good.

Be obedient, you are basically fine now and have entered a slow recovery period. Having a professional masseur who can provide you with massage services on time and on time every day is the best choice.

Moreover, we are a hospital. Every ward and every bed is reserved for patients and has a purpose.

You are like staying in a hotel now, which has a bad impact on you. Also, please think about Dr. Cao and me."

Gu Qinghong held his mouth and said reluctantly, "It's not like I didn't pay, so why can't I live here?"

Listening to Gu Qinghong's shameless words, Du Heng's teeth itched with anger, "Student Gu, please make it clear that this is a hospital, not a hotel. The purpose of this place is to treat illnesses, not to rehabilitate you.

Even if you don’t think about Dr. Cao and me, you should also think about those patients who are seriously ill and need to be hospitalized.”

Du Heng was determined to get Gu Qinghong out today, "Also, you occupied the ward and bed, so you should pay for it.

But our main purpose is not to make money, our first rule is to treat diseases."

After saying that, Du Heng waved his hand directly, "Okay, let's not talk anymore. I will ask Dr. Cao to handle the discharge procedures for you in the afternoon. I will also tell your father that you don't want your father to find our dean. This time

It really doesn’t work.”

After Du Heng finished speaking, he walked directly out the door, never giving Gu Qinghong a chance to get entangled again.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he heard Gu Qinghong behind him shouting in aggrieved tone, "Okay, okay, I'll ask someone to help me get my things this afternoon."

"Thank you then." Du Heng was relieved when he heard Gu Qinghong say this.

"Then don't be angry."

"Why am I so angry?" Du Heng replied helplessly, "Okay, pack your things quickly and I'll go find Dr. Cao."

Just in case, Du Heng left the ward and went directly to Cao Binghe's office.

At this time, Cao Binghe and other colleagues were already preparing to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

When Du Heng saw this, he quickly pulled him back and said, "Quickly, get discharged from bed B41."

"B41?" Cao Binghe was stunned at first, and then immediately became pleasantly surprised, "Are you saying that the facially paralyzed woman is finally going to be discharged from the hospital?"

Du Heng glanced at Cao Binghe angrily and said, "Speak carefully. If someone hears this, your job will be lost.

You don’t know why she got sick, do you?

What’s going on with his family, have you forgotten?”

Cao Binghe hurriedly slapped himself in a pretentious manner, "I'm so happy. I'm confused. My fault."

"Go through the formalities quickly."

"Really agreed?"

"Bullshit."

After Du Heng finished explaining, he walked out of the department with ease and went straight to the hospital cafeteria.

A bowl of instant noodles in the morning is not enough.

When passing by the central flower bed, Du Heng suddenly paused, then tilted his head and looked at the stone bench with green plants, because he seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

As his eyes moved, a man wearing a yellow safety helmet and red striped safety clothing was sitting on a stone bench, holding a big steamed bun and eating pickles from a glass bottle next to him.

The man is none other than the young man who cleaned the windows in the morning.

He's from Linxian, but what's his name?

Du Heng suddenly scratched his head, suddenly he couldn't remember the young man's name.

Huang Youcai?

Huang Youfu?

Huang Jubao?

What is yellow?

The surname Huang is definitely correct, but I really can’t remember the name right now.

Otherwise...

Du Heng turned around and walked directly towards the young man, "Master Huang, are you done with your work?"

When the boy eating steamed buns heard someone talking to him, he turned around in surprise.

But to be honest, he didn't recognize who Du Heng was at first glance, and he looked very confused.

"Master Huang, I, my fellow countryman, was cleaning the windows in the morning, and I was eating instant noodles inside." Du Heng happily introduced himself.

The young man quickly stood up and said, "Oh oh oh, I remember, Dr. Du from Jinzhou."

Du Heng also laughed happily, pointed to the steamed bun in the young man's hand and said, "Master Huang has finished his work and is taking a break at noon?"

The young man smiled shyly and hid the bun in his hand back a little embarrassedly.

In front of others, he eats steamed buns and pickles, which tastes delicious and is very indifferent.

But in front of this fellow countryman whom he had only met once, he felt embarrassed to eat steamed buns.

The young man smiled again, but in just a few seconds, his smile became slightly awkward and far-fetched, "Doctor Du calls me Xiao Huang, or his full name is Huang Jufu, or Master Huang. I always feel like

Calling Huang Feihong."

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Huang Jufu?!

This brain is not used enough. I don’t even remember this.

"Well, I'm thirty-one this year. I should be older than you, so I'll call you Xiao Huang. Do you think so?"

"I'm twenty-two, so it's okay to call me Xiao Huang."

Du Heng laughed happily, "It's better to meet by chance than to invite us. It's fate that we can meet again so soon."

Then he walked forward, picked up the lid of the glass bottle, and covered the jar of pickles, "Let's go have a meal together."

The young man was a little dazed. He didn't expect Du Heng's joke to be taken seriously.

Du Heng packed the pickles and carried them directly in his hand, "You don't know, I came to the capital at the end of February, and half a year has passed since I wandered around. There are people from all over the place, but there are no people from Jinzhou.

, that feeling... ugh, I can’t put it into words.

We won’t say anything today, we will just meet fellow villagers, have a meal and chat.”

The young man took the steamed buns and was taken to a restaurant outside the hospital by Du Heng in a daze.

Along the way, I could really hear Du Heng chattering beside me, but he didn’t even say anything.

It can be seen that Du Heng has really suppressed himself in the past six months in the capital.

You know, he himself is not a talkative person.

The young man who had not spoken to each other all the way suddenly showed strong resistance when he saw the hotel in front of him, "Doctor Du, this place is too... too..."

Du Heng didn't care at all, and pushed the young man directly into the restaurant, "Taitai, it's not easy to meet a fellow countryman, can I treat you to ramen?"

Without any explanation, the young man was pushed into the hotel.

Du Heng saw the young man's restraint, so he couldn't do it and directly ordered a few dishes.

"Xiao Huang, you have to work this afternoon, so you won't drink. Let's have tea."

"You can't drink, you can't drink." Huang Jufu quickly waved his hand and refused.

Du Heng asked the young man to see if there was anything else he wanted to eat and asked him to order two dishes. The young man kept saying that was enough.

Seeing this, Du Heng asked the waiter to serve the food, and he started chatting with Huang Jufu.
To be continued...