Qin Yanzheng knelt on one knee beside the recliner. He watched the person in front of him throwing a tantrum and couldn't help but chuckle. The doting look in his dark eyes was enough to drown a person.
“My wife is gentle and considerate, and she never gets angry with me, but she’s ignoring me now, so I guess I’m the one who’s in the wrong.”
With gentle movements, Qin Yanzheng turned Song Lan gently towards him.
Of course, this also requires Song Lan's cooperation; otherwise, wouldn't Song Lan's neck be broken?
"I'm sorry, I admit my mistake."
Upon hearing this, Song Lan feigned a cold expression: "What's wrong with it?"
To everyone's surprise, Qin Yanzheng shook his head: "I don't know."
Song Lan almost laughed out of anger: "Then what mistake are you admitting?"
"I'm upset because I see you're unhappy, my wife."
Qin Yanzheng continued to feign innocence.
Song Lan rolled her eyes and then said, "Are you kidding me?"
"No."
Qin Yanzheng shook his head decisively.
"You're quite the actor, Mr. Qin!"
Extending her index finger, Song Lan lightly poked the man's chest. Then, leaning back in her recliner and gazing at the sky, she said indifferently, "Fine, I'll listen to you!"
As long as he doesn't feel it will affect his work, what else can she say?
After all, this person insisted on picking her up and dropping her off at get off work because he was concerned for her safety.
Qin Yanzheng paused for a moment, then got up and pulled over a bamboo chair to Song Lan's recliner. After sitting down, he asked, "What would you like to eat for dinner?"
"I'm fine with either."
Song Lan responded casually, and soon after, she asked, "You'll do it?"
"You think my cooking isn't good?"
Qin Yanzheng raised an eyebrow.
"It's alright."
The taste couldn't compare to hers, but it was a bit better than what her brother-in-law Boyan and sister-in-law Ya made.
"Then I'll just have to do it myself!"
While Qin Yanzheng said this, what he was really thinking was making Song Lan's favorite dishes.
"Um."
Song Lan said she had no objection.
"You rest here, I'll go to the kitchen to wash the pots and pans and then make dinner for us."
Standing up, Qin Yanzheng saw Song Lan lazily waving her hand and walking towards the kitchen not far away with a smile on her lips.
It's cloudy and windy today, and the temperature isn't too high. Plus, Song Lan's recliner is under the magnolia tree, so it doesn't feel hot sitting outside.
Speaking of which, there is only one magnolia tree in this yard, but it looks like it's been there for decades.
...
“Let’s go to the compound next weekend when we have some free time.”
In the stillness of the night, just before Song Lan fell asleep, she said something to Qin Yanzheng.
"good."
Qin Yanzheng responded.
“We’ve all been transferred back to work in Beijing. I don’t think it would be right if we didn’t go to visit my grandparents in the compound.”
Hearing Song Lan's explanation, Qin Yanzheng said with a hint of a smile, "Now that we've settled down, you can visit your elders in the compound anytime you want."
We both live in Beijing, so even if we don't drive, it won't take long to get there by public transport or bike.
Song Lan hummed in agreement.
The next day.
Qin Yanzheng went to his original workplace to report for duty, but he didn't forget to take Song Lan to the hospital first before instructing Yang Fan to drive to his original workplace.
Considering that Song Lan is currently pregnant, after discussing it with her, Dean Su made arrangements for her based on her previous work position at the machinery factory's staff hospital.
Song Lan is currently a member of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the General Hospital of Beijing Military Region, and her rank is Chief Physician.
Actually, her assignment to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department was somewhat related to Qin Yanzheng. To put it bluntly, Qin Yanzheng asked Dean Su not to schedule any surgeries for Song Lan before she gave birth, so as not to tire her out while she was pregnant.
Dean Su thought about it and agreed. It's inevitable that some patients treated by surgeons will require surgery to remove lesions.
If Song Lan were to work in the surgical department of Western medicine, although not all surgeons would be on the operating table at any time,
But Song Lan is a genius in all departments. In Dean Su's eyes, it would be a waste of her talent to place her in any position in surgery.
You could say it's a waste of talent!
Based on this consideration, Dean Su felt that it would be most prudent for Song Lan to practice in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, given Song Lan's current physical condition.
Song Lan's rank was determined by those above.
Dean Su and other hospital leaders knew Song Lan's capabilities and had no objections whatsoever.
In the blink of an eye, Song Lan has been officially working for three days, and today is just one more day before the weekend.
"Dr. Song! Come, sit here!"
In the hospital cafeteria, Qiu Mingxuan and Mu Ting carried their trays to an empty table and sat down. Looking up, he was surprised to see Song Lan carrying her tray and looking for a table, so he called out to her.
Following the sound, Song Lan saw Qiu Mingxuan waving at her. She smiled at him and walked straight over with her plate.
"Dr. Qiu, Dr. Mu, you're just having your meal too?!"
"Dr. Mu and I usually come to the cafeteria around this time on weekdays to avoid queuing if we come too early."
"There aren't many people coming to dine here right now."
There are at most two or three people ahead of you in the queue.
"If you come at this time, there are usually still dishes available and you don't need to wait in line for a long time. If you come 20 or 30 minutes later, there will be fewer types of food available."
Mu Ting interjected.
"I see. Then I'll come at this time every time from now on, just like you."
Song Lan actually wanted to go home for lunch, but Qin Yanzheng and Li Jumei wouldn't allow it.
Here I should mention that Qin Yanzheng's original workplace was indeed in Beijing, but it was about ten kilometers away from the General Hospital of the Military Region, so it was not very reliable for him to go home for lunch.
Furthermore, as it is a classified unit, it is not easy to enter and exit on a daily basis.
The key point is that everyone working there is a workaholic, which is evident from the fact that Qin Yanzheng used to only go home a few times a year.
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