Delete, write, delete again...
This went on and on, and suddenly a question popped into my mind: How would it feel if two people who broke up through a phone screen met again?
After thinking about it, she didn't know.
She is experiencing her first breakup in her life, who knows what it feels like to meet an old lover!
Forget it. I'll just go home next week and tell my parents that Liming went out of town on a mission.
Zhang Moyan exited WeChat and habitually tried to check out some other apps. However, before she could even open anything, a male voice rang out from the doorway: "To avoid triggering brain nerve excitement, it is recommended that you temporarily reduce the use of electronic products."
The voice was somewhat recognizable. Zhang Moyan looked up and saw the handsome, elegant and upright Vice President Geng Jun standing at the door of the ward.
"Geng Yuan!"
"Geng Yuan!"
The two nurses in the room were cheered up, their eyes suddenly shining, as if they saw the male god and superstar of their dreams.
Zhang Moyan was stunned. Really, is it necessary to be so excited to see the leader?
Seeing Geng Jun coming over, the two nurses' faces were filled with uncontrollable excitement, and their little toes were itching to move, but they had to restrain themselves and not move forward to greet him.
Geng Jun walked to Zhang Moyan's bedside, nodded politely to the two nurses, and then turned to ask Zhang Moyan: "Did you sleep well last night? How are you feeling today? Does your head still hurt?"
Um?
So...warm?
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but open her dark eyes wide and look at Geng Jun twice.
His emotions were stable, his voice, tone and facial expression were all very gentle. Today, Dean Geng's temperament had changed drastically, as if he had just washed himself.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Geng Jun bent down.
It actually has an air that makes people feel like a spring breeze.
Zhang Moyan gave way: "It doesn't hurt."
However, nothing escaped the delicate hand of Dean Geng, who was dressed in white and snow-white. He touched the swelling on her head and said, "It's already going down. It will be healed in two days."
After saying that, he pinched Zhang Moyan's wrist and looked at his watch for 15 seconds.
During these 15 seconds, Zhang Moyan saw the two female nurses staring at Geng Jun's face for 15 seconds without blinking, for selfish reasons.
Thinking her heart rate was fine, Geng Jun put her hand down and gently urged, "You still have a few tests to do this morning. Time is almost up. You need to cooperate and hurry up to avoid affecting the patients behind you."
The tone of voice is comfortable and the level of politeness and good manners is absolutely world-class.
"Okay, Director Geng, just now because..." The two nurses seemed to want to explain the reason for the delay.
Geng Jun raised his hand and said, "Don't talk for now. Hurry up and help the patient prepare. I'll go over and help you register."
Zhang Moyan's head was buzzing.
Is this Dean Geng, who is so considerate of others as Feng Xuyu, really the darling with a cold face from yesterday?
It cannot be said that there is no contrast, it can only be said that it is extremely huge.
It's quite interesting.
Geng Jun turned around without saying anything, and at this time two people walked in from the open door of the ward.
The person in the lead was Jin Xueyang, who was carrying milk in one hand and a fruit basket in the other, a standard posture for visiting a patient.
Following closely behind was an elderly man in his fifties with white hair and wearing a navy blue jacket.
"Editor-in-chief, why are you here?" Zhang Moyan quickly got up from the bed when she saw someone coming.
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