As soon as Geng Jun left, the fat nurse seemed to have unloaded an eight hundred kilogram burden and breathed a sigh of relief.
The nurse behind Zhang Moyan half-jokingly said, "Xiaopang, you're famous in our hospital for your sharpness. Dean Geng's visit today didn't take advantage of the opportunity to show off your skills. Instead, you're ruining your reputation."
The fat nurse wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve and said bitterly, "I'm so nervous! I want to perform well, but my hands are not up to the task!"
She turned around and said to Zhang Moyan apologetically, "I'm so sorry, how about you wait a moment? I'll go to the ward and find an experienced nurse for you."
Zhang Moyan lowered her head slightly: "I'd better change my arm!"
She rolled up her other sleeve and placed it on the small white pillow. The plump nurse looked very young, and since she had always been an excellent needleworker, she didn't want her to leave any psychological scars on her.
The fat nurse froze, and a warm current flowed into her heart that was about to collapse, and her eyes became moist.
Zhang Moyan comforted him lightly: "Take a rest first, I believe you."
"Okay, okay, I'll take it easy for a while. It will only take a while." The fat nurse had previously guessed that this expressionless girl was probably furious, but now that she found that she was actually so reasonable and considerate, her heart warmed and she quickly tried to move her stiff fingers.
"Excuse me," Zhang Moyan took advantage of this moment to ask the question that had been bothering her for an hour, "Does my medical examination package require the Vice President to accompany me?"
"Package? What package?" Several nurses looked at each other in confusion.
Although the chubby nurse didn't know what the "package" slang was, she pretty much answered her question: "How is that possible? How could Director Geng just let anyone follow him? He's very busy and never leaves the department on weekdays. We only see him during meetings."
Zhang Moyan became even more confused and fell into deep thought.
The nurse who had escorted Zhang Moyan over noticed her confusion and smiled, explaining, "Dean Geng is staying with you because you saved Teacher Xiao from the criminals! Dean Geng must be extremely grateful to you, so naturally he'll show extra care."
I see.
So here comes the question.
What kind of deep friendship do Dean Geng and Teacher Xiao have?
Why did she gain his attention just because she saved Teacher Xiao?
The mystery here must not be overlooked.
She has been a reporter for three years. Although she cannot say that she has a complete understanding of human nature, she has seen countless people.
A high-class lady like Dean Geng would never condescend to accompany a patient who has nothing to do with her for an examination and risk being gossiped about unless they have a certain level of affection.
Moreover, Dean Geng has been gentle and friendly for more than an hour. Judging from the reactions of his colleagues, this is definitely not a sudden change in Dean Geng's state today.
Well, yesterday's Dean Geng was worth appreciating.
But Zhang Moyan didn't ask any more questions. After all, what business was this to her? Asking too much would make her seem like a gossipy person.
After a while, the fat nurse announced that her power had recovered. Zhang Moyan gave her her hand to be needled again, and the needle hit the target with one shot.
Fifteen minutes later, two nurses took Zhang Moyan to the door of Geng Jun's office. Nurse A went forward, knocked on the door, and pushed the half-closed door open a little.
"Uh, excuse me!"
Besides Geng Jun, there were other people in the office. Nurse A's face flashed with remorse for her recklessness. She leaned in halfway and said softly, "Director Geng, Miss Zhang has finished her examination... Um, let's wait with her outside for a while."
"No need," Geng Jun's voice came from inside, "Please let her in!"
"Okay." Nurse A opened the door a little wider, and Nurse B pushed Zhang Moyan into Geng Jun's office.
Geng Jun was sitting behind a very large desk. Behind him stood two men in white coats, who were at least ten years older than him. The three of them seemed to be studying something.
Zhang Moyan came in. The two men in white coats were still staring at the documents in Geng Jun's hands, deep in thought. Geng Jun glanced at them, closed the folder, stood up, and said apologetically, "I'll see you in the ward later. I have something important to take care of right now."
The two men in white coats suddenly came to their senses and looked at Zhang Moyan together. After a few seconds, they seemed to have a tacit understanding and quickly said politely, "Oh, okay, okay. Let's go back and figure it out ourselves."
After the doctor left, the nurse also left, leaving Geng Jun and Zhang Moyan alone in the room.
Geng Jun stood and gave her a professional smile: "Please wait, let me take a look at your examination report first." As he said, he sat down, tapped the keyboard and clicked the mouse, and checked Zhang Moyan's examination reports from yesterday and today on the computer.
As he sat down, Zhang Moyan, who was savoring this professional smile, took a deep breath.
Geng Jun's office is large, but simply furnished, with a table, a few chairs, a bookshelf, and a wardrobe. There are so few things that it feels like a waste of space, and the decoration is so simple that it seems like the company is short of money.
But on the white wall behind him, there was a tempered glass cabinet that was half a meter square, with an exquisite design and an expensive look at first glance.
Inside, there was a green porcelain vase with an elegant shape and lustrous glaze placed upright.
Recently, due to work reasons, Zhang Moyan looked up some information about porcelain. Yesterday's auction also allowed her to see many fine products from famous kilns. However, only the piece of porcelain in front of her made a line of poetry flash through her mind at the first sight, a line of seven-character ancient poetry describing celadon.
Thousands of peaks and green waves come
——It seems as if the colors were taken from the lush green mountains and the vast blue lakes of nature.
This poem once made Zhang Moyan marvel at the vividness and perfection of the ancients' choice of words and sentences.
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