At seven o'clock in the morning, Yang Hui, the security captain of Haidu Community, had just finished handing over the duty formalities when a taxi stopped in front of the door.
Yang Hui walked over and opened the car door: "Brother Qin, I've made up my mind and will go with you now."
"It will be very painful at first." Qin Keqiang asked him to sit in and said expressionlessly.
"I'm not afraid of hardship, I'm afraid of not having a chance; as long as I can become a person like Brother Qin, I can endure it."
"What did you say to your family?"
"Home?" Yang Hui hesitated, but shook his head and said: "Now that I came out, I won't go back. The countryside is too miserable, and I can't stay there. There are almost no people in our village, the river is polluted, and the well water cannot be used."
Eat; if I hadn't been born early, I would have gotten cancer like my parents."
"You still have a sister." Qin Keqiang took out a paper bag and threw it into his arms; "Here is one hundred thousand. You have three days. When you come back, you will be another Yang Hui. You can't have any worries for five years."
The taxi drove away, and Yang Hui stood in front of the Haidu Community with a paper bag. Qingmei drove back from outside and honked the horn: "Handsome boy, what are you waiting for? Are you rich?"
"Sister Qingmei, I have to leave." Yang Hui walked to the car and looked at Qingmei's gorgeous face with some reluctance.
Qingmei opened the car door and said, "Come up here, sister, let me show you something nice." Even though it was winter, Qingmei's cheongsam still emphasized her standard model figure, and her bulging breasts showed amazing curves.
Yang Hui hesitated, but Qingmei smiled and said, "Sister, I don't know how to eat people. If you don't come up, I'll go in."
Yang Hui gritted his teeth: "Sister Qingmei, I have to catch the train." After saying that, he turned around and ran away, as if he was escaping from a huge temptation.
"Pass." Qingmei raised her cell phone and said before driving into Haidu Community.
Zhu Tong was dreaming. A mountain of butterflies were dancing around him, with clear spring water below and a sea of flowers around him.
There was a whistling wind in his ears, as if he was also a butterfly. A black shadow was reflected on the spring water, a huge black butterfly, the king of butterflies.
Itching on the lips, spreading to the philtrum.
Opening his eyes, he saw Ye'er wearing a police officer's uniform, twirling two strands of hair around his face.
"Lazy guy, get up." Ye'er happily dodged and stretched out his hand; "I thought you were practicing, but it turns out you are lazy too. I'm bringing you breakfast. Get up and eat it."
Are you really asleep? Zhu Tong sat up and felt it. It was quiet inside the Yintang point, and the elf was also asleep. Who was dreaming just now? It is really troublesome to have such a thing, and even the habits of many years have been disrupted.
Today Ye'er brought fried steamed buns and raw soy milk, which are being heated on the fire.
At half past seven, Zhu Tong sat at the dining table to eat. He didn't eat two fried steamed buns, but he killed all four apples placed there, as well as two tangerines.
What's going on? Zhu Tong didn't have this habit before when he gnawed on fruit so early in the morning and was so greedy.
Ye'er also went to work at nine o'clock. Zijin Haoyuan was not far from the Public Security Bureau. It was still early. She was packing Zhu Tong's clothes in the bathroom; she took the time to talk to Zhu Tong again without saying a word.
The little liar was a little nervous, afraid that Ye'er would notice something, and at the same time he was also embarrassed.
Growing up, only a pretty widow from a seaside town in Shandong had washed his underwear. She usually changed it and threw it away. Traveling around the world was actually a waste of underwear.
"How were yesterday's patients?"
"What?" Zhu Tong didn't respond, so Ye'er asked which one he was talking about.
"Didn't you and Sister Mei go to see the patient?" Ye'er's police uniform was placed on the sofa, with a tight cashmere sweater underneath. He leaned half out of the bathroom and looked at Zhu Tong strangely.
"That, is a mental illness."
"Mental illness? Hehe, Sister Mei said it's a mental illness. Is it easy to cure?"
"It's hard to cure. It's in the advanced stage and there is no cure." Zhu Tonghou was afraid and almost let it slip in a casual sentence. It turned out that Ye'er and Mei Lanting had talked on the phone.
“There are also terminal stages of mental illness?”
"Yeah." Zhu Tong peeled another orange and stuffed it into his mouth.
It seems that we need to improve our professional skills as soon as possible. Just to deal with Ye'er or the patients who will appear in the future, we need to learn more about medical skills and master more professional terminology.
"Sister Mei praised you, do you want to know?" Ye'er poked her head out.
"I don't want to." Zhu Tong saw the naughty look on Ye'er's face and knew that what Mei Lanting said must not be good. In order to avoid making mistakes, he immediately refused.
"Hey, you are so good at eating. Have you finished eating the fruit? Why don't you eat steamed buns?"
"You haven't eaten yet. It's better to eat more fruits. I like vegetarian food." Zhu Tong was embarrassed to say this nonsense. Ye'er must have gotten up early and rushed over. He bought these on the way and wanted to share this breakfast with himself.
"It's okay, I'll just drink a bowl of soy milk." Ye'er sat next to him, thinking it was her lover's thoughtfulness, sipping her own bowl of soy milk, smiling with satisfaction; Zhu Tong finished the breakfast she bought, as if
I am happier than eating it myself.
"Li Xiang, are you happy in the hospital?" Ye'er was still worried.
"I'm happy. As long as I can be with you, there's nothing to be unhappy about."
"I mean, your major. Don't blame me, Li Xiang, maybe you should learn something from Dean Wang. Western medicine has the advantages of Western medicine, Chinese medicine..."
"Ye'er, just say whatever you want." Zhu Tong smiled and stretched out his hand; "There is no need for this between us."
"I think you are free now. If you take this time to prepare for Dean Wang's postgraduate examination, you will definitely achieve greater success in the future. This will also be a good thing for your Chinese medicine major."
Are you happy? But a little tired. Maybe, happiness is not an easy thing in the first place.
"It's better Ye'er, I should learn Western medicine." Zhu Tong sighed and swallowed most of the orange.
At eight o'clock, Zhu Tong and Ye'er walked out of Nanhai Gonglan. In front of the door, Qin Keqiang's taxi was waiting.
It was real enough, but with Ye'er around, Zhu Tong could only honestly go to the subway and then take a taxi.
At half past nine, Tai Haiyan saw Zhu Tong walking into the office and ran into the computer room quickly, but Zhu Tong was not online this morning. He concentrated on studying medical skills and dangled a black diamond in front of his eyes for a few times, but nothing happened.
Dare not take the initiative to say anything.
The Butterfly God was lazy. Zhu Tong couldn't feel Wang Juefei's position now, nor could he feel Zhou Dong's position. He was sitting outside the door. This morning, he was the most honest person in the Network Information Center; Zhu Tong thought: It should be Zhou Dong.
What did the lady say to him?
Zhu Tong would not be so petty. He only gave Miss Zhou a slight warning in the morning, with the purpose of asking her to complete her work and settlement procedures as soon as possible.
At half past eleven, Zhu Tong received a call from Miss Chen: As soon as Wang Juefei returned to the office, he called: "Dean, do you have any arrangements for lunch?"
"You are --- Director Li. Let's have dinner together. I have nothing to do."
Zhu Tong hung up the phone and packed his things without looking at Tai Haiyan. He decided to let the swallow hang out as it was too close and dangerous. To conquer him, he must first get rid of Tai Haiyan's disgust.
Wang Juefei had been in meetings all morning and made a major adjustment to the hospital's personnel. Zhu Tong only participated in the office's weekly meetings, and his appointment was still in the verbal stage.
Through this unsuccessful change of dean, Wang Juefei found many potential opponents; he was ruthless enough, replacing two department directors and the medical director; a vice dean was also driven back to teach at the Marine Medical College
went.
The person who benefited the most was Dr. Wu Zhanming Wu, who seemed to have become a new star in Ocean Hospital. He was very proud to be next to President Wang Juefei.
Ocean Hospital has its own staff restaurant, which is cheaper than outside restaurants, but only half of the doctors and nurses eat here. The main reason is that the food is unpalatable. Assistant Wu’s first move after taking office was to attack the staff restaurant and remove the restaurant director, planning to
Doctors and nurses do something good.
It was different when the dean came to eat. Zhu Tong followed Wang Juefei into the small private room and was immediately served four dishes and one soup.
"I want to know, who introduced you to Nanhai Gonglan?" Zhu Tong waited for Wang Juefei to finish talking about this personnel adjustment, and then asked something irrelevant; he was not very interested in the intrigues of fighting for power, although it sounded quite interesting.
Be educated, but what you want to know more is something else.
"A friend of Miss Qingmei recommended me. The environment there is good and I can make a lot of friends, so I went there. Miss Qingmei's friends were very caring and they only charged me 200,000 yuan for the membership fee. I heard from other friends that it was at least as good as
300,000, some even 500,000. We, the people, just hope there is a place like this where the people are of a higher level and we can talk to each other. Spending all day in restaurants and restaurants is too noisy and shameless.
"
Wang Juefei was very proud to be a member of Nanhai Gonglan and took out a gold card for Zhu Tong to see.
"Not everyone can enter. Every member must be invited to become a member of Nanhai Gonglan; only money is not enough; more importantly, one must have a noble social status, occupation and quality; quality, the most important thing is
Quality. I made a few friends there and plan to jointly open a private hospital in a few years. Then you will come and be my vice president."
"I also have a card." Zhu Tong took out the blue card Liu Yilan gave him; "Have you seen it? What rights does it have?"
"Ah, this is a VIP card. Are you a director of Nanhai?" Wang Juefei looked at Zhu Tong in surprise.
"What, Director?"
"The blue VIP card is only available to board members, and you can spend unlimited money there." Wang Juefei took the blue card from Zhu Tong, looked at it, and said with certainty: "Yes, it's the director's card. You----
--?"
"This card is not mine. It was given to me by a friend who drank too much. I have been there with the dean, so I wanted to ask if it is too valuable."
"Who is your friend? There are not many people who are so generous with their money. This card costs at least a hundred, maybe more, I don't know." Wang Juefei looked at the blue card with envy: "This is money.
You can’t buy it, but with it you can book the best room at any time, at any time, which is great; we all need to make a reservation in advance.”
Zhu Tong took back the blue card and put it back in his pocket. He smiled and did not answer Wang Juefei's question; he needed to maintain the necessary mystery in front of this person.
Wang Juefei asked carefully: "Mr. Li Xiang, do you have friends in Beijing?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You're not doing this, are you? Sorry, I'm presumptuous." Wang Juefei gestured like he was shooting.
Zhu Tong frowned, and after thinking for a few times, he realized that Wang Juefei regarded him as a member of some mysterious profession.
It’s no wonder that someone who can send Director Wu, who is in a high position, to the ward without daring to say anything about it must not be an ordinary person. His friend gave him a valuable blue card, and he was so low-key that even the assistant to the dean came to his door.
If you don't do it, you can make a reasonable explanation from Wang Juefei's perspective, and you can only think that Zhu Tong has a special mission.
"I'm your friend." The little liar decided to pretend to be confused.
"Dean, in addition to their qualities, those friends of yours should all be rich, right?"
"Of course, Nanhai Gonglan's environment is good, the service is good, and the consumption is high. Most people won't put on such a show, and they won't have the chance to go in. Each member has a net worth of tens of millions."
Wang Juefei said quite proudly that he had forgotten that the man sitting in front of him once extorted more than two million from him in Gonglan, Nanhai.