Da Bing was laughing happily, but then she felt a little sorry for herself. She thought about how he always gave her homework after work. What about the types of diabetes? What about the types of hypertension? How to use medication? Who could have imagined that a young woman like her would spend her prime years not pursuing a relationship, but instead be constantly bombarded with questions about reading? And he would constantly ask her questions on the spot.

The little girl's face instantly twisted together, and she shook her head hard, her whole body written all over her body, refusing, "No, I've already written it."

Bai Yu scratched his head awkwardly, feeling distressed. How would he spend the afternoon? Wouldn't it be boring without homework?

Da Bing was sitting at his workstation, and casually asked his colleagues, "Whose daughter is she?"

Bai Yu immediately raised his head. It was so embarrassing that he had no questions to ask her.

Everyone shook their heads. They were so focused on caring about the child that they didn't notice whose daughter she said she was.

Dabing called out from across the river, "Little boy, whose child are you?"

The little girl was very proud and patted her chest. "My mother's name is Li Nan, my father's name is Chen Jiang, my grandfather's name is Chen Hao, and my grandmother's name is Luo Ping."

After the little girl finished reciting, she was very proud and praised me.

Li Nan? Chen Jiang? Chen Hao? Luo Ping? None of these names sound like anyone from the department. Could it be that this little girl had gone to the wrong department?

The little girl held Qiqi in her arms and said, "My mom told me to come over and look for her."

The little girl couldn't remember the name at once, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Everyone looked at the little girl. Who was she looking for? They still felt that the little girl must have walked into the wrong department, otherwise, who would be holding a toy dog?

Bai Yu was very patient. Suddenly, she seemed to be facing the stability of an old man and an old woman. Her whole body exuded maternal love. "It's okay. Take your time."

Shizhu couldn't help but walk out, subconsciously walking towards the place where Mulian usually went.

Dabing sat at his workstation, using his computer as a screen, playing with his mobile phone, surfing the Internet, and looking at Baiyu from time to time.

Everyone was busy with their work while listening to gossip.

The little girl racked her brains and pulled at her hair so hard that her skin was almost peeling off. "Look for that fish doctor."

Bai Yu squatted on the ground, his foot was a little numb, so he switched to the other leg and squatted, "What do you want from me?"

"My mother is looking for you."

When the little girl heard it was Bai Yu, she anxiously pulled Bai Yu out.

Bai Yu followed behind, not understanding why her mother was looking for him. He didn't seem to know her mother either. No wonder they had met before.

As soon as Bai Yu left, the department exploded.

"This can't be Brother Yu's illegitimate daughter. The girl has come to the door."

"Maybe. Now that you mention it, this little girl looks quite similar."

"Now that you put it that way, it really is."

"I really can't believe Bai Yu is such a promiscuous person."

"Don't you know the four stages when you say that?"

"What four stages?"

"Classmate, pharmaceutical representative, nurse, student."

"It's really fun."

Mulian stood at the stairs and called the art student for a follow-up visit. After a brief greeting, the other party was reluctant to speak, but he couldn't resist Mulian's constant persuasion and finally told the truth.

"Is there anyone else from your school who wants to come and study the human body?"

Studying the human body? Lin Xi, who was passing by, couldn't help but prick up her ears. Why study the human body?

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, "No, it's the same if we watch the video."

Mulian persisted, earnestly explaining, "How can they be the same? They're different sizes. You see the chicken legs in fried chicken ads are so big, but they're actually this small. It's really easy to mislead you. If you don't get the proportions right, the drawing will look weird."

The person on the other end of the phone said, "If you say that, how can I look at fried chicken in the face from now on?"

Mulian was stunned. How could this be relevant? She meant it was a mess, how could she focus on fried chicken? Did she really like fried chicken? She focused on food in one sentence. Do college students love fried chicken these days? Should she open a fried chicken shop near campus? Would she become rich? A steady stream of wealth would roll in.

Mulian asked tentatively, "Do you students like fried chicken now?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. He couldn't help but take a sip of water to calm down, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "I don't like it."

Mulian gave her a look of duplicity, "If you don't like it, why are you asking about fried chicken?"

The other end of the phone fell silent, and a heavy sigh came from the phone, "I'm just going to tell you the truth."

Mulian: "You say."

"Someone offered a lower price than you, 40 yuan per person, which is cheap and good-looking. Yours is too old and ugly."

Mulian was stunned. Which bastard had stolen her formula for getting rich? He was even secretly driving down the market price. This was truly outrageous.

Mulian was furious, "Who opened it?"

The person on the other end of the phone immediately hung up.

Lin Xi had a wicked smile on her face. She was so brave. If this matter was exposed, Mu Lian would not be able to stay in the hospital. She was afraid of being seen by Mu Lian, so she quickly left the scene.

Mulian was left alone, petrified. She couldn't understand who had stolen her idea and why she would lose a considerable income in the future.

Mulian was brimming with elation before leaving, even considering expanding her business. Art students were a necessity, but what other industries were in demand? How could the nearby art academy expand its market? Why was promotion so low-cost? If the old man was discharged, she'd lose the money.

Mulian walked in with a look of mourning. She looked very bad and gave off an air of "keep out of the way".

Bai Yu followed the little girl to the nurse station in the corridor and saw Mulian with a dejected look like a lost dog. His heart suddenly tightened. In his impression, she was always heartless, undisciplined, and had no sense of safety.

The nurse's station is right at the entrance.

The situation outside the nurses' station was no better than inside the doctor's office. It was like the aftermath of a disaster. A large number of people were coming in and out of the door. Some were feeling unwell and could only sit on the cold chairs, curled up in pain, with only expressions of pain on their faces. The nurses couldn't care too much. They were so busy that they had no time to rest. The nurse sitting at the door was like someone stamping official seals, working on an assembly line, with no time to look closely. They directly admitted patients one by one, arranged for discharge, and promptly notified the nursing staff to make the beds for discharge, disinfect and change the sheets and quilts. The other nurses were shuttling quickly in the ward, drawing blood, giving intravenous fluids, and distributing test sheets. They were too busy to stop.

As soon as the little girl saw her mother, she quickly let go of Bai Yu's hand, and ran towards the weak woman on the chair in the corridor with light steps.

Mulian didn't want to say a word at this moment. She had already dreamed of earning 10,000 yuan a year, but she didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would come and destroy her dream.

Mu Lian looked completely listless, dragging her tired body forward weakly. She didn't want to talk or even say hello, and simply ignored Bai Yu as he walked towards her.