"It's Miss Sha. I'll go over and take a look." Zhu Tong put down the phone and stood up to leave; Chen Yiyi also stood up: "I'll go with you."
"What are you going to do? Miss Sha's foot is injured, I'm going to take a look." Zhu Tong smiled and said as he walked; only when the two of them walked out of the network information center and entered the elevator, Chen Yiyi raised her pretty face, which was slightly red, and turned red.
He glanced at her lips and said, "I'm afraid Director Li will be too compassionate and look after you for Officer Su."
"Where could it be? Miss Chen should know that I am a standard gentleman."
"Would a gentleman write in someone else's house?" Chen Yiyi straightened her chest, her tender breasts were hung with a black pearl necklace, and her carefully tailored high-end suit highlighted the female temptation to the maximum extent.
"I write every day, which time are you talking about?" Zhu Tong lied, betting that Chen Yiyi did not dare to admit that she had watched the sexy confrontation between him and Sha Yingying.
The butterfly god flapped his wings, the black mist dispersed, and the fresh floral fragrance seeped out of every pore of the little liar and spread.
The fragrance of the flowers was like ** floating in the narrow and closed space. Chen Yiyi's breathing gradually became faster. She leaned over and raised her arms against Zhu Tong: "You are a devil. I saw it. Li Xiang, I want you to write that here too."
Two words."
With her sharp heels pressing against the stop button of the elevator, Chen Yiyi unleashed her uncontrollable passion and murmured: "How am I inferior to Officer Su? Li Xiang, every night is torture, I can't expel you... You
What do you want? I can help you better than Su Ye...I am more suitable for you."
The Butterfly Goddess sang happily, Chen Yiyi's slender neck was as curved as a fairy bridge, and the fragrance of her daughter's house was flooding Zhu Tong's every perception.
Suddenly, Zhu Tong found that he had held a soft ball in his hand; this shocked him, he quickly withdrew his hand and drew out the dragon star hair, grasped Chen Yiyi's jade lotus root-like wrist, and gently inserted it into Guanyuan point.
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The cool air flowed into Chen Yiyi's body, extinguishing the burning love; Chen Yiyi buried her pretty face on Zhu Tong's chest and said: "God, how could I be like this? Li Xiang, don't look down on me. I won't ask for anything, as long as
Don't do that to me."
"Yiyi, calm down. You should know my relationship with Ye'er. You have always been so proud, how could you be so virtuous? You are just a poor doctor; don't make fun of me."
"Who takes pleasure in this kind of thing?" Chen Yiyi left Zhu Tong to tidy up her appearance.
Zhu Tong sighed and the elevator continued to run. When it was about to reach the first floor, Chen Yiyi said again: "Sooner or later you will understand that I will not pester you; you also reacted just now, didn't you?"
"Which man wouldn't react after experiencing such a thing? I'm not stupid?" Zhu Tong stabbed the dragon star into the Laogong point on the palm of his hand to eliminate the "reaction" between his legs.
The elevator door opened, and Miss Zhou stood outside: "Is there something wrong with the elevator?"
"No, it just stopped for a moment." Zhu Tong smiled and covered Chen Yiyi as he walked out; "Get someone to check, it's too dangerous."
After what happened just now, the cold war between the two naturally disappeared, but the ambiguity deepened by more than one level.
Zhu Tong secretly warned that he could no longer sit in the same elevator with Chen Yiyi. That would be playing with fire; Chen Yiyi could afford to play, but the little liar didn't have much capital to play with. If Ye'er knew about it, he couldn't explain it.
Walking into the senior cadre ward building, Chen Yiyi returned to her usual cold and arrogant attitude. She walked beside Zhu Tong and whispered, "Do you want it?"
"What? Okay, I want that pen. But..." Zhu Tonghao acted too coldly.
"Just what? A coward." Chen Yiyi smiled and pinned the Montblanc to the inner pocket of Zhu Tong's suit; "Do you think you can buy such a pen with money?"
Zhu Tong was called a coward by a girl for the first time, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: Has his courage really become smaller?
Sha Yingying's ward was on the third floor. Nurse Xia was waiting at the top of the stairs. When she saw Chen Yiyi, she smiled and cursed: "You Yiyi, why didn't you say anything when you came back?"
"How dare I disturb you?" Chen Yiyi smiled back, took her hand, and put a hollow diamond bracelet on Head Nurse Xia's wrist; "Are you satisfied now? You are so happy, and you still think of me?
I haven't made a single call for so long, I'm just afraid..."
"Sister Yiyi, don't talk nonsense." Nurse Xia covered Chen Yiyi's mouth, fearing that she would tell some secrets in front of Zhu Tong.
Zhu Tong seemed to have never heard of it. Wasn't the so-called secret Jiang Xiaoyu? Head nurse Xia was also very lonely. Jiang Xiaoyu was in Wudang Mountain. He took the opportunity to participate in the Bamboo Taoist Priest's Climbing Immortal Zhai ritual to get in touch with Master Yu Xuan and mend things.
A previously cold relationship.
When we arrived at the ward, it was a suite. There were two middle-aged men dressed casually sitting outside. Looking at their clothes, hair, and beards, you could tell they were artists. The room was filled with smoke, and they were smoking cigarettes without any scruples.
Zhu Tong ignored them and followed Nurse Xia into the inner room.
Sha Yingying was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes red from crying, and her female assistant was persuading her in a low voice.
It's a pity that a beautiful woman like a flower is now bleak. When she saw Zhu Tongcai, she could barely cheer up: "Doctor Li, help me."
Zheng Shurong was also in front of the hospital bed. He saw Zhu Tong calling "Director Li" and handed over Sha Yingying's film: "She asked to be discharged within a week, but I am not sure. The toe bone is broken. According to the routine, the patient needs to rest for a month.
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"No, I can't lie here for a month, no, absolutely not. They will find another actor to replace me. The peach blossoms in the garden will wither in a week at most. If I miss this time, I will postpone it for a year. I must be there within a week.
Go back to the crew. I will agree to any method and any price." Sha Yingying spoke fiercely, but kept her voice as low as possible; she seemed not to want to be heard by the two artists outside.
"I got the sponsorship, don't even think about getting rid of me while I'm injured, don't even think about it! Director Li, please, save me. Sister Xia said you want one hundred thousand, as long as you can get me out of bed within a week,
I'm willing to pay you two hundred thousand, no! Three hundred thousand."
Zhu Tong ignored her and took off the ice pack covering her foot after watching the movie; Sha Yingying refused to put on a plaster, and there was already a large hematoma on the injured area.
One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand is impossible. Under today's system, no doctor in Ocean Hospital has such a net worth, and the financial system does not allow it. The reason why Zhu Tong became the attending doctor is because he once admired
Sha Yingying's jade body. Anyway, there are still a few dog-skin plasters around me. I am idle and just do good things. It is always good to have more friends.
Longxinghao slowly penetrated into the Yongquan point on the sole of Sha Yingying's feet. The Butterfly God has been quite leisurely recently, and there was a lot of black mist in the Yintang acupoint. Zhu Tong introduced a little black mist into Longxinghao, and used the cool breath to warm Sha Yingying's feet.
Strengthen veins and smooth Qi and blood.
Sha Yingying let out a sigh of relief. Dr. Li's hand seemed to have magic power. Was that black needle a magic needle? She could no longer feel the pain.
Zheng Shurong's judgment of the fracture of the toe bone was very accurate; in Zhu Tong's opinion, this was a minor injury, and it was still possible to recover within a week, but it would require more than two coats of dog-skin plaster to be wasted, and someone would need to come frequently to soothe the nearby blood vessels.
But she couldn't be too easy on her. Sha Yingying was an actress and must have a wide circle of friends. Zhu Tong was afraid that she would talk nonsense everywhere, so he said to the people in the room: "I'm going to start treatment. You all get out."
"Director Li, can I stay?" Zheng Shurong is a nerd, and Zhu Tong cannot refuse.
Chen Yiyi was stopped by two artists just now. They kept complimenting Chen Yiyi on her natural beauty. It would be a pity not to be an actor. Seeing Nurse Xia and Sha Yingying's assistants coming out, Chen Yiyi looked at her cousin.
"Director Li agreed. He was afraid that we would be distracted and asked us to come out. Chinese medicine is really weird."
Ten minutes later, the door to the inner room opened, and Zhu Tong came out and said to the two artists: "Miss Sha will return to normal in two days."
"Can you guarantee it? This is no joke. Do you know how much money we lose for one day of downtime?"
"I'm not kidding, a week is a week." Zhu Tong was a little bored. Obviously, the artist with the bigger beard wanted to replace Sha Yingying.
"Do you dare to sign the contract? If Miss Sha cannot film normally within a week, you will be responsible for all losses."
"It's inexplicable. I am a doctor and I am only responsible for the patients. What does your loss have to do with me?" Zhu Tong said coldly; "If you stay here for a while, Miss Sha Yingying's mood will be affected. She needs to rest, you guys
Please come back?"
"Who do you think you are? Don't you know me? I have never met a young man like you, and you dare to drive me away." The bearded man stood up and waved his hands angrily.
For such an extreme narcissist, Zhu Tong no longer bothered to waste words. He took out his Montblanc pen and wrote on the care sheet handed over by Head Nurse Xia: Special care, no visitors allowed 24 hours a day.
A good pen is both easy to use and intimidating. Artists are all discerning. When I saw that young Director Li was writing medical orders using an expensive Montblanc classic pen, his aura was naturally a little low.
Chen Yiyi grimaced: "Art? Do you want me to call Mr. Song? Without his money, do you have art?"
"Please, you two, the doctor has given orders. Miss Sha needs to rest and no visits are allowed for two weeks."
Nurse Xia politely dismissed the guest, and the two artists stood up.
"We are also doing it for art." The one with the bigger beard said; "This is my business card, Dr. Li, please take care of me."
"Haha, that's right. Everyone is here to make money. Miss Sha will definitely be able to recover on time." Zhu Tong was in a bad mood. He smiled dryly and took the business card without looking at it. He threw it into a water glass full of cigarette butts on the coffee table:
"Smoking is not allowed in the ward. The hospital has hospital rules; this is for the patient's health, not for art. The nurse said it very politely. The two artists are not young and have a lot of beards. How can they even get the minimum
Don’t you understand social morality?”
"What's wrong with you?" On the way back to the Network Information Center, Chen Yiyi finally saw that something was wrong with Zhu Tong. In the past, Director Li was always a humble scholar, but today he seemed to be a completely different person. He could turn people around with just a few words.
Posted on the wall, the two artists couldn't laugh or cry before leaving, and were scolded by Director Li in despair.
"It's bad luck for them. I'm feeling a little uncomfortable and won't go back to the office in the afternoon. You should worry more."
Zhu Tong walked towards the parking lot, leaving Chen Yiyi with a tired figure.