Doctors should treat patients with this attitude, and they have a close name, treat them as relatives.
Sometimes a word of comfort can make the patient have a much better mentality. If combined with drug treatment, it is easy to get rid of the disease.
Chen Yi was very satisfied with Lin Wei about this.
After Chen Yi left.
Several female doctors walked towards this side, wondering why Director Chen was watching at the door for so long but didn't go in?
They waited until they passed by the door to see Dr. Lin Wei communicating with the patient inside.
"So Dean Chen was just seeing Dr. Lin?" Someone couldn't help but cover his mouth and smiled slightly, as if he understood something.
They hurriedly took steps and couldn't help but whisper, "Doctor Lin and Dean Chen seem to have a good relationship."
"What does it mean? It is said that I lived together before, but now I rented a house across the hospital because I saved her time to rest."
"Did Dean Chen rent the house for a long time?"
"Yes, the landlord is my dear aunt."
"Then I guess, Dr. Lin is likely to become the dean's wife."
"Not to say, they are quite compatible."
The two of them were chatting, and they were very engaged and walked slowly. Lin Wei, who came out, passed by them and happened to hear their conversation.
"You..." Lin Wei turned her eyes and asked softly, "Are you talking about me just now?"
There was no blame in her expression.
The two nurses stopped and looked at her incredible! When did it appear? What did they hear?
Although he looked embarrassed, seeing Dr. Lin with a casual look, one of them smiled and said, "We are saying that you are very compatible with Dean Chen."
Lin Wei's face turned solemn and reminded, "Don't say this randomly. Hospitals are not suitable for spreading gossip. They must serve patients wholeheartedly. If it is passed to the dean's ears, with his personality, you may be fired. ”
The little nurse was frightened!
"Okay, thank you Dr. Lin for your reminder." They burst into tears of gratitude, saluted her respectfully, and then quickly took off.
New York, USA.
After Mo Jingyao got out of Tingyun's car, he soon found an organization in Times Square. The leaders came out of this time.
Some bigwigs who are very prestigious in the industry and have great achievements in writing books.
Mo Jingyao has seen them before, and everyone has left each other on WeChat. Occasionally, they like it on WeChat Moments. Although they have no deep friendships, they are not unfamiliar.
Literati all have one characteristic, that is, easy-going and modesty.
So Mo Jingyao didn't feel embarrassed at all. Although she was the youngest, she quickly integrated into the group and everyone took good care of her.
"Jingyao, Director Lou is going to meet an old friend in the evening. Are you accompanying her?" A middle-aged female writer found her. "He likes quietness and is a little older, so he only went to four or five representatives."
"Who? Are you also a writer?" Mo Jingyao asked.
"Wang Tanghong."
"The winner of the last Nobel Prize?" Mo Jingyao's heart was so excited that she missed half a beat, "Mr. Wang Tanghong?"
"Um."
"..." Mo Jingyao raised her hand and said with great honor, "Go!"
"Okay, that's it." The female author waved to Director Lou, "Go to Jingyao!"
"OK."
Although Mo Jingyao is young, she writes in depth, so everyone appreciates her in the association.
In the evening.
A manor with a quiet environment, which is the residence of Teacher Wang Changhong, has been dyed with a layer of gold edges by the fiery sunset. There are huge lawns and castle-like buildings here.
The most distinctive one is the wooden stakes left after the old pier is removed.
They stand in a water behind the manor, and many seagulls will stand on wooden stakes, and their feathers are so beautiful under the smudge of the sunset.
There was a mighty Lamborghini parked in the manor.