Buzz—Han Chen's phone, which fell on the sofa, vibrated twice.
The screen lit up and two messages popped up on WeChat.
Zhou Mo: Why don’t you speak?
Zhou Mo: Are you angry?
Du Moliang glanced at it inadvertently, his heart froze, and a smirk appeared on his face.
"Han Chen, there's a message on your phone."
Han Chen walked out of the kitchen wiping his hands. When he saw Du Moliang's face looking forward to the show, his face darkened slightly.
"I didn't look at your phone," Du Moliang pretended to be innocent, and then casually asked, "Who is it? Looking for you so late at night? Could it be that Miss Zhou?"
Han Chen turned off the screen, "Family of the patient."
As he said that, he put his phone into his trouser pocket and walked into the kitchen.
Du Moliang leaned on the sofa and couldn't help laughing.
Han Chen is so good at pretending. He was clearly chatting with Zhou Mo in private, but he still said "no".
There is no ghost!
In the kitchen.
Han Chen took out his cell phone, glanced at it, and was about to reply.
Zong Zheng turned to look at him, then picked up another cigarette. "A patient's family? You doctors have it so hard. Even when you're resting, you still have to deal with the patients' families. Du Moyou is like that too. If it were me, I'd just go and meet them with my knife."
Han Chen paused.
He quickly typed back "No" and put his phone away.
"Work, no choice."
Not long after, the phone in my pocket started buzzing again.
Han Chen was picking vegetables when he heard a constant noise near his legs.
Zong Zheng bit his cigarette between his teeth and complained, "These patients' families are so annoying! Can't they even let us rest?"
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