Wei Dingbang looked at Yang Heping's complexion from more than a meter away, and after confirming that this man was really alive, he planned to leave.

Yang Heping first looked around in confusion, and after a long while he turned his eyes to look at the nurse. His gaze stayed on the nurse for a moment, and then he looked straight towards Wei Dingbang.

"You are not from our factory, who are you?" His eyes gradually became clear.

Wei Dingbang thought for a moment and mentioned Lu Manyue's name, "I'm her man. She heard that you were injured and hospitalized, so she asked me to come and take a look."

Yang Heping looked at Wei Dingbang with a strange look, as if he was examining him.

"Xiao Yueyue...she actually married an old man...

She is not keeping her word. I clearly told her first that I wanted to marry someone like her, and she said yes. Isn't that a promise to be my wife? How could she abandon me and marry someone else?" Yang Heping said angrily.

Wei Dingbang's eyelids twitched when he heard these silly words.

He knew that this fool wanted to steal his wife.

"She is my wife now, don't worry about her anymore." Wei Dingbang said.

"I just miss Xiao Yueyue. I was the one who took a fancy to her first. You stole my wife. You are shameless." Yang Heping glared at her and said, "I would leave half of my candy for her and take her to dig earthworms and catch crickets. What can you do?"

Wei Dingbang crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, "I will love her, make money to support her, and not let others bully her."

"real?"

"Um."

"So what do you do now and how much do you earn a month?"

Wei Dingbang stopped talking.

Yang Heping looked like he knew you were bragging, and he puffed out his chest and said proudly, "I work at the steel mill watching over the boilers, and I get ten yuan a month. She wants to be my wife, so I'll give her all the food, and I'll eat any leftovers after she's full."

"Hmph, wait, I'm going to work now." No matter what, I can't let a fool look down on me.

Besides, the reason why Lu Manyue would rather stand there and get hacked, and be bullied by being randomly transferred to another position, than to dare to say she would quit, was all because he didn't give her the confidence, so she had always been accustomed to compromising.

After Wei Dingbang left, the nurse shook her head, smiled and said to herself: "This man has really lived in vain to argue with a fool."

Yang Heping turned his head and looked at the nurse steadily. His eyes were dark, and it was a bit creepy when he stared at people motionlessly.

The nurse was a little frightened, so she quickly changed the saline bottle and left.

Yang Heping looked at the empty ward and sighed softly, "It's too late to wake up."

There was some noise next door. It was a young lady who was having a tantrum.

"I said I'm sick and need to be hospitalized for half a month, so I have to stay in the hospital for half a month!"

"Comrade Lin Qingyue, you, you should stop messing around. The beds in our hospital are already tight. This is a critical care ward, reserved for patients in urgent need. You can't just pretend to be sick and take it up when you're not." An old voice argued.

"I have a certificate issued by the production team. I was indeed seriously injured and bleeding profusely." Miss Jiao slapped a certificate in front of the gray-haired old doctor.

The old doctor took a look at the letter, frowned tightly, and his eyes were full of disapproval.

It was clearly the normal amount of bleeding during a menstrual period, but they insisted that it was internal bleeding due to overwork during the harvest!

It's simply a blatant fake!

The old doctor's hands were shaking with anger.

Lin Qingyue thought she had calmed the man down, and sat directly on the bed. Then she jumped up as if her butt was on fire, and said to the young nurse who came to check on her in a domineering manner: "Are your sheets clean?

When was it changed? Forget it, I don’t know which unclean person must have slept with it. It’s not clean. Change it for me with a new one!”

The nurse looked at the old doctor.

The old doctor asked her to call the security department with a dark face, "Send her away."

Seeing that the old man was so ungrateful, Lin Qingyue's eyebrows raised. She reached out and slammed the table. The thermos bottle on it fell down with a bang and hit the ground.

The glass bottle inside broke into pieces, fell out of the bamboo shell and scattered all over the floor.

A little splashed onto Lin Qingyue's foot. She screamed and hugged her foot, saying it hurt so much, "My foot, my foot is broken."

The old doctor asked the security personnel to rush forward and carry the man away.

A middle-aged man wiped his sweat and ran over, pulled the old doctor aside, and muttered to himself for a while.

The old doctor kept shaking his head.

In the end, the middle-aged man can only use his status to pressure others.

"I'm the department director. If I say so, I'll take it. I have the final say on this matter. If you don't want to, forget it. From now on, I'll let Doctor Wang check the rooms on this floor!"

The old doctor walked away angrily, his voice filled with grief.

"You are destroying the country that our ancestors fought for with their lives. The healthy people are occupying beds, while the sick people can only sleep in the aisle? You can't keep going like this!"

Director Cha looked at Dr. Li's back, snorted, and said contemptuously: "Old stubborn, what do you know? She is the daughter of a big boss!

He sent her to the countryside to suffer, who would dare to let her suffer even a little? If she really suffered, I'm afraid we would be the ones who would suffer."

He walked into the ward with a smile, picked up Lin Qingyue's medical record and signed it. Director Cha also asked her about her preferences in a meticulous manner.

“I don’t eat beef or mutton because they are too smelly. I also don’t eat pork because it is too fatty.

I eat fish, but I don't like to pick out the bones, and the fish soup must be cooked until it is milky white.

The tofu must be freshly ground, and don’t use lye water to make tofu. I don’t like the taste of lye water.” Lin Qingyue sat on the edge of the bed with a look of disgust, picking and choosing.

Director Cha nodded continuously and said he would do as he was told.

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