"Look what you've done!"
Zhang Hongcheng's voice of disappointment could be heard from far away.
"I finally got a colleague from the Corps, but what happened? He sent you to the hospital!"
"How come the cafeteria's first official business was ruined in your hands?"
"The military would think we're some kind of Pansi Cave, where people are eaten alive without leaving any bones behind."
Kou Shihong lowered his head.
"Director, I think I'm really enthusiastic."
"That comrade from the Corps only ordered a meat dish, but I used two and a half times the amount of meat!"
Zhang Hongcheng sneered.
"Yes, you are the most enthusiastic!"
"It's ok that you gave them two and a half times the meat, but you also put two and a half times the amount of chili!"
Kou Shihong touched his head.
"I didn't know that comrade was so honest. He ate it all in one go..."
There is nothing good to say about Zhang Hongcheng. Nowadays, even the most prodigal person would not show off when seeing so much meat.
"I'm not a spendthrift! Why don't I eat all the meat and save it for fertilization?"
"Director, you were smiling and laughing when we were eating a few days ago. Why are you so disgruntled today?"
"Get lost, go get some gifts from Xiao Luo, and go to the hospital to see him."
Kou Shihong walked away dejectedly.
Zhang Hongcheng did not mention the fact that the other person's place in Beijing for further studies was forced to be cancelled. Firstly, he was afraid that Kou Shihong would feel too guilty, and secondly, he was afraid that the patient would be too worried and it would be detrimental to the recovery of the anorectal cavity.
He looked at the time on the wall clock and it was already lunchtime.
Zhang Hongcheng thought about it for a while, strolled to the cafeteria to get two meals, and went straight to the health room west of the guesthouse.
Chu Miaohong was resting. She had just finished seeing her last patient in the morning.
Like many medical workers of this era, Chu Miaohong enjoys the sense of accomplishment of liberating people from illness.
She even felt that the current situation was more comfortable than running a private operating room in North America in her previous life.
You don't have to consider the thoughts of the hospital owner, you don't have to consider the profits of the drugs, you don't have to care about the patients' credit cards, and you don't have to listen to the endless warnings from your personal accountant.
Just focus on seeing a doctor.
When she encountered an unresolved problem, her eyes lit up like a math enthusiast encountering a new Olympiad math problem.
She didn't go to the cafeteria to eat because she knew her partner would bring it to her.
During lunch break, the infirmary is her and her partner's private space.
Chu Miaohong didn't notice that the smile on Zhang Hongcheng's face when he came in today was a little strange.
She took a look at the two dishes Zhang Hongcheng ordered and was stunned for a few seconds.
The two dishes he ordered today didn’t even have any chili at all!
"Did the sun rise from the west today?"
Zhang Hongcheng smiled and said nothing, but just ate his meal quickly.
"Hey, eat slowly. I'm not going to snatch it from you."
Chu Miaohong guessed that this guy was playing some tricks again, so she didn't bother to pay attention and continued to eat her meal slowly.
Chu Miaohong is responsible for washing the lunch boxes.
She had just finished washing the lunch box when she screamed and was carried into the examination room by Zhang Hongcheng.
"What are you doing? Put me down."
Zhang Hongcheng acted pitiful on purpose.
"Doctor Chu, I'm afraid I'm sick."
"Well, you are sick, and there are bugs in your brain!"
"I'm explaining my condition to you seriously, but how can you, Doctor Chu, be so backward in your thinking?"
Chu Miaohong smiled and nodded.
"Okay, I'm backward, so don't touch me. Stand back and tell me, what's wrong?"
Zhang Hongcheng sighed.
"Miaohong, you know about that kid Kou Shihong who sent that comrade from the Corps to the anorectal department of the hospital while cooking?"
When Chu Miaohong heard this, she thought she had misunderstood the person and that he was actually talking to her about serious matters.
"I heard that. If we weren't both on leave that day, I would have prescribed him some medicine on the spot, and he wouldn't have suffered so much."
"Is this a troublesome matter?"
Zhang Hongcheng pointed at himself with a sad face.
"I just realized it after being reminded by that kid Kou Shihong."
"I used to eat most of the dishes that bastard cooked."
"Tracing the red, I strongly suspect there's something wrong with my anorectal area."
Chu Miaohong suddenly realized.
No wonder this guy doesn’t eat spicy food at noon.
But who knew that Zhang Hongcheng would change the subject.
"Good doctor, please check me out!"
When Chu Miaohong saw her boyfriend sticking his butt out with a playful smile on his face, she realized that this guy was still trying to trick her.
She blushed and hit the other person desperately.
There’s no point in treating him, just kill him.
The author is not sure whether Chu Miaohong finally treated Zhang Hongcheng for this disease.
Anyway, just when Zhang Hongcheng was about to press on with his victory, a patient came knocking on the door in advance...
This guy left with a dark face.
The next day, the guesthouse issued a notice that due to various force majeure reasons, the guesthouse's medical room would only issue 20 appointments per day, a direct reduction of half.
Chu Miaohong smiled and said nothing. Anyway, this guy had no chance of taking the last high ground before marriage. She knew this very well.
Within two days, the nearby street office invited Zhang Hongcheng over.
It was not a protest against him canceling half of the medical appointments, but there was a collective activity that everyone in the guesthouse was notified to participate in.
Every unit must organize participation in the Shanghai People's Revolutionary Song Chorus Competition, including institutions stationed in Shanghai.
The competition area of the Corps Guesthouse is just on this side of the street.
The street area is not large, but there are more than fifty participating teams!
Everyone in the guesthouse was very enthusiastic about participating in this competition, except Zhang Hongcheng.
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