Mulian exaggerated what had just happened and told Shizhu, "First, I want to ask, is this the same for everyone? Do we all go through this stage?"
Shizhu couldn't help but laugh. He nudged Mulian's shoulder with his shoulder and said with a sly smile, "Junior sister, look at you. Do you know why you feel embarrassed?"
Mulian was puzzled. Why was this happening? Didn't everyone feel awkward? Did everyone ask if she wanted to eat, drink, poop, or pee? Wasn't it embarrassing to ask these questions? Or was she just too inexperienced?
Shizhu leaned over to Mulian mysteriously, "Junior sister, this is because you don't have a boyfriend."
Uh…～.
Mulian's expression at this moment was embarrassed.
What's the connection between these two? Does having a boyfriend mean ward rounds aren't awkward? Having a boyfriend actually has these benefits, how could she not know? Suddenly, I felt so ignorant, like a frog in a well, with so little experience.
Shizhu said mysteriously, "Junior sister, you don't know this, do you? Everyone knows this."
Mulian shook her head. She didn't know. Where did everyone know this? Why did she feel like she and her senior brother were from a different world? She had never heard of what he said.
Shizhu looked at his junior sister with a silly face, and he really had no idea what kind of IQ the person who made money with his junior sister's silly brain had to be able to make money.
Mulian asked, "Brother, I don't understand."
Shizhu was mysterious, stretching out his hand, pointing out the imposing manner of Jiangshan, wanting to paint a colorful picture for Mulian, "Junior sister, think about it."
Mulian shook her head, unable to think of anything. "Brother, I asked you because I couldn't think of anything. Just tell me directly next time."
Shi Zhu smirked, "Junior sister, think about it, if you had a boyfriend, he would ask you every day about your well-being, whether you had breakfast, lunch, dinner, or what you ate. He would be so eager to please you, but you would be so cold-hearted. If you were to be in such an atmosphere, you would be born to do ward checks."
When I think about it this way, it does make sense. It turns out that having a boyfriend has so many benefits.
Mulian asked, "Brother, do all you men like to talk nonsense so much?"
Uh~.
How could this not be routine? Shi Zhu was so stunned that he completely forgot to eat. With the way her junior sister thinks, she deserves to be single. Fortunately, God sent him to save her, otherwise she would have been lonely for the rest of her life.
Shizhu suddenly felt an itch in her nose, so she touched it and said, "Junior sister, men are too lazy to talk. Just like Brother Yu, as long as he meets someone he likes, he will talk a lot."
Bai Yu was meticulous all day, wearing a pair of glasses and with a slightly furrowed brow. Most of the time, he would sit alone at his seat, flipping through his booklet. It seemed that apart from explaining the conditions of his patients and sharing clinical knowledge with them, it seemed that he rarely took the initiative to invite anyone to dinner.
Mu Lian nodded, it seemed to make some sense. Lin Xi always cared about Bai Yu and wanted to treat Bai Yu to dinner and milk tea every day. Thinking about it this way, it turned out that the person who talked nonsense was the one who liked the other person.
Suddenly, Chen Yu popped up in Mulian's mind subconsciously.
Chen Yu also liked to talk nonsense to her. For example, when he looked at the crowded streets downstairs, he would always sigh and say, "It's so congested, I don't know how long it will take to get out." Then she didn't want to hear what he said next.
The next sentence Chen Yu would definitely say is, I'll go first, there will be a traffic jam soon. Those who left work early left her alone to bear everything silently.
Chen Yu also likes to look at the sky. It is going to rain, so he has to leave, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to get wet.
Chen Yu also liked to ask her if she wanted to stay for dinner. Once she stayed for dinner, she would work overtime and there was no telling when she would leave. When she thought about this, she suddenly felt that the above theory was untenable.
What you mean by talking nonsense is that you like it? That's bullshit.
Shizhu struck while the iron was hot, "So, Junior Sister, find a boyfriend. Once you do, you'll be able to do ward rounds."
Mulian suddenly thought: If bullshit is something one learns through osmosis, then what kind of environment did the man live in? How could he have been so influenced by it on such a large scale? What kind of environment had they been exposed to since childhood? How could they have been constantly exposed to bullshit? It was truly puzzling.
Mulian looked curious, "Brother, I have a question for you."
When Shizhu saw that Mulian was serious, he immediately realized through their time together that this question would probably confuse him again.
Shizhu chuckled, put away the lunch box, and prepared to leave.
Mulian stretched out his hand to block Shizhu's way, "Brother, you haven't answered me yet."
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Shizhu decided to throw in the towel and sat down on the chair. "Ask."
Mulian: "Brother, how did you guys learn to talk nonsense by osmosis?"
Shizhu couldn't laugh anymore for a moment.
Magnolia stared at Dianthus without blinking.
Shizhu extended her index finger and thumb, pretending to be relaxed. She controlled her strength and tapped Mulian's forehead, deliberately not telling her to arouse her curiosity. "You'll know when you go and talk to her."
After Shizhu finished speaking, he took advantage of the fact that Mulian was lost in thought and his brain was a little confused, and immediately slipped away with the takeaway lunch box.
Junior sister, according to this train of thought, he still has a long way to go, the road is difficult and tortuous, but the future is bright.
Mulian was stunned. Should I go negotiate one? Who should I talk to? Would I really be able to check in after the negotiation? Would my eloquence become exceptionally good? Would that help me sell more wigs?
When Mulian thought of this, his eyes lit up with gold, and he thought of an endless supply of treasures.
At noon, the first-line class was not allowed to take a nap, so everyone worked hard to get promoted to the second-line class. Generally speaking, the college would always default to the second-line class, and Bai Yu could actually take a nap in the lounge like other teachers.
At noon, people always feel sleepy after eating a full meal, and they didn't sleep well last night. Mulian lay on Chen Yu's desk, drowsy, her little head drooping from time to time.
Shizhu was sitting next to him playing games, relying on games to stay awake. For someone who was used to taking naps at school, it was really difficult not to take a nap at noon.
Bai Yu sat in front of the computer, a ruthless typist, his fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard, his eyes dull and numb, relying entirely on muscle memory to work.
Mulian yawned repeatedly, feeling very sleepy, and her fingers tapped on the computer intermittently.
Just then, a stubborn old man with wrinkles on his face walked in. He looked around with fierce eyes and banged the floor tiles hard with his crutch to vent his unhappiness.
“Pah pah pah~.”
The loud noise suddenly woke Mulian up.
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