As the year draws to a close, everyone is busy, especially business people.
Shan Jueyi is the hospital director, managing a large hospital. At the end of the year, there are all sorts of accounts, and the numbers are dazzling, giving her a headache.
She was skilled in medicine, but not in arithmetic.
She was quite confident when it came to adding and subtracting small amounts, but when it came to large numbers, especially the big ledgers of various departments in the hospital, she would have the urge to make an appointment with the "brain department" after just a glance.
I walked into the office, turned on my laptop, and several new emails immediately popped up.
When she saw that the sender was the logistics accountant, her beautiful face instantly showed disgust.
Opening the Excel document and looking at the string of numbers and symbols, I quickly felt dizzy and couldn't help but rub my temples.
Just then, the secretary knocked on the door and came in carrying a large bouquet of red roses.
"Dean, someone delivered flowers again!"
Shan Jueyi glanced up and asked, "Is it that Ming Haoyuan again?"
The secretary nodded repeatedly, whispering suggestively, "This is the ninth time he's sent you flowers. The previous times were to thank you for treating him, but these past few times he's given you big red roses!"
A hint of unease flashed across Shan Jueyi's cold and beautiful face as she said in a low voice, "Open the patient's file, give him a call, and tell him that I treated him to make money off him. No need to thank me, and no need to send flowers."
"Dean! They're obviously asking you out!" The secretary pulled out a card from the bouquet and handed it to her.
Shan Jueyi didn't take it. "You helped me check it, and you can also help me refuse."
The secretary exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and stamped her foot, pouting, "My dear dean, why don't you want him? President Ming is really good-looking, with a fair and delicate face, and most importantly, he's so rich!"
Dan Jueyi remained expressionless and retorted, "Do I look like I'm short of money?"
Secretary: "..." Okay, you're rich, so you can do whatever you want.
Shan Jueyi said calmly, "Go and get it, and return these flowers to the florist."
The secretary nodded helplessly and had no choice but to turn around and do as instructed.
...
It was freezing cold, and a cold wind was blowing.
In the spacious and elegant office, Ning Lang was reviewing the accounts while simultaneously using an abacus. Her fingers flew across the page, producing a continuous, crisp clicking sound.
"well……"
"well……"
The thirty-sixth sigh rang out, and Yuan Heng crawled out from the corner of the sofa, wailing with a mournful face, "Ah Lang, did you even hear me?"
Ning Lang's eyes never stopped, nor did his fingers.
"Yes, but I don't have time to reply. All these ledgers need to be checked today, and there are other accounts to settle tomorrow."
Yuan Heng rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "Is your secretary on vacation? You refuse when I tell you to hire more accountants! Money is a good thing, so please know how to spend it, okay?"
“The problem is that the money is too good, and I’m reluctant to spend it.” Ning Lang continued to calculate, explaining, “Anyway, I’m only busy for a few days at the end of the year, and I’m relaxed the rest of the time. There’s no need to waste this money.”
"But I'm innocent!" Yuan Heng pretended to cry, "I'm so miserable! I'm about to die! Do you know that? If you don't pay attention to me, it'll be frost in the twelfth lunar month!"
Ning Lang smiled slightly and said, "You shouldn't have said that to me. You should have driven straight to 'Single Heart Hospital,' then gone straight to Dean Shan's office and told her that you were feeling upset and unwell. Dou E suffered from frost in June, but you suffered from snow in December, making you the second most miserable person in history. In the end, you stayed there and let Dean Shan give you a stomach pump."
Yuan Heng was slightly taken aback and blurted out, "Why would you need to have your stomach pumped?"
Ning Lang replied, "Your excessive jealousy has led to neurasthenia, leaving you feeling lost and anxious—"
"stop!"
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