"Teacher, I asked my junior sister to help me get food from the cafeteria." Xie Wanying said.
"Are you afraid that I don't have enough food here? Don't worry, he is like me. Remember to cook more portions when cooking, for fear that some of you will come without food. Being a doctor is very busy." As a medical person, I know
Teacher Lu said with a smile about the nature of a doctor’s work.
Hearing this, Xie Wanying sat down.
Zhang Shuping took a clean bowl and scooped up fried noodles for her from the thermos. Suddenly he heard a series of footsteps. He looked up and saw a man's figure appearing at the door.
"Uncle!" Two excited words immediately spat out from Zhang Shuping's trembling lips.
Hearing the movement, Xie Wanying and Teacher Lu also turned their heads.
The man who walked in at the door was about forty years old. His facial features were very handsome and individual. He had thick eyebrows, deep eye sockets, and a pair of clean gray eyes. Only his hair and beard seemed to have no time to take care of them. They were long.
The ends of his hair are slovenly, and the green stubble on his chin is not neatly shaved.
As he walked, the man shook his half-dressed white coat and quickly put his other hand into the other cuff of the white coat. He put on the unbuttoned white coat and walked a few steps, carrying the wind.
He is as free and unrestrained as a martial arts hero.
Such a handsome doctor must look like a celebrity wherever he goes, which is very impressive. At a glance, Xie Wanying was sure that she had never seen this doctor before. Moreover, the white coat he wore belonged to the department.
The work clothes prepared by the personnel did not have a hospital brand, indicating that the person was not a doctor from the National Association.
Who is he? Zhang Shuping called him uncle, but the second senior sister clearly said that Teacher Lu only had one son. The confused Xie Wanying heard Teacher Lu suddenly yelling next to her.
"What are you doing here!" Teacher Lu asked the other party immediately, his face a little green.
"My mother is sick, can I not come?" Uncle Zhang said.
It was as if this man was really Teacher Lu’s son.
"You, you, you -" Teacher Lu pointed at the son.
Uncle Zhang put his hands into the pockets of his white coat. He behaved like a lone ranger. He did whatever he wanted regardless of the stares from others, including Teacher Lu. He walked directly to Zhang Shuping and looked down at the fried noodles in the thermos.
, touched his unshaven chin and commented: "Well, it's okay to give this to the patient."
"Yes." Zhang Shuping showed him a rare smile since his grandma was hospitalized.
"I didn't notify you to come." Teacher Lu patted the hospital bed and said to him, feeling that he wanted to drive this son away.
"Yes, you didn't tell me." Uncle Zhang turned around and admitted the truth what his mother said.
"Who told you?" Teacher Lu asked.
"You can guess who it is." Uncle Zhang smiled. The handsome middle-aged man's face was weathered, so his smile looked very deep and strange.
Teacher Lu was startled and looked at his grandson.
Uncle Zhang shook his finger: "Mom, don't embarrass my nephew. How could Shuping tell me?"
Zhang Shuping was afraid of his grandparents, and he would not dare to do anything that his grandmother did not ask him to do.
The more Teacher Lu thought about it, the more he frowned: Who could it be?
"You didn't expect it, didn't you? Look at you, you fall into the hands of whoever you like." Uncle Zhang waved his fingers, as if to clear up the confusion on his mother's expression.
Teacher Lu's expression changed drastically: "Did Cao Yong inform you?"
Mother finally guessed it right. Uncle Zhang laughed twice.
