Wen Zihan knew that the way Brother Fu looked at her did not change, no matter how beautifully and eye-catchingly she dressed, because he had seen her grow up since she was a child.
"The dress you're wearing tonight suits your skin tone very well." Fu Xinheng said, as if he had noticed the dreamy look in her eyes, or perhaps because before he left, he had received angry instructions from Grandma Fu to say something nice.
If a person is beautiful, she will look good in anything she wears. So after saying this, Fu Xinheng felt a little guilty. It's not that he doesn't like to praise her, but no matter how he praises her, he can't express her beauty.
Ahem. He cleared his throat twice.
As a result, the air in the car is really filled with a strange smell.
what to do?
Wen Zihan hasn't spoken yet.
"You have a patient's medical record in front of you. Can you help me take a look at it?" Fu Xinheng said.
After much thought, Chang Jiawei is really not good at flattering girls, so he might as well talk about what he is good at.
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(Chang Jiawei: My friend, if you can’t do it yourself, you don’t need to drag me into comparison—)
Without saying a word, Wen Zihan reached out and picked up the document he pointed to, lowered his head and began to flip through it.
The street lights outside the car passed through the window and shone into the car, colorful, and fell on her moonlight-like profile, with a beauty as quiet and peaceful as that of a moon goddess.
Fu Xinheng, who was driving, inadvertently glanced over and saw this scene. The following thought flashed through his mind: the moon is moving, and the moon goddess seems quiet, but in fact she is also moving all the time.
There is no time when everything in the world is still. This is what Uncle Wen often said to them when they were very young. Its meaning is equivalent to the wise saying they learned in middle school later: Life lies in movement.
After becoming a doctor, I began to appreciate Uncle Wen's words again and gradually discovered that they had a deeper meaning.
Uncle Wen is also a doctor. But unlike his brothers and fathers who work in hospitals, Uncle Wen is a barefoot doctor, practicing medicine in the vast grass-roots areas.
As barefoot doctors had extremely limited resources, they could only treat the people by using whatever method worked. Therefore, Wen Lao Si prescribed both Chinese and Western medicine to patients, and he could be said to be a pioneer in the practice of combining Chinese and Western medicine in China.
To be honest, don't look down on barefoot doctors. In that era when there was a lack of medical institutions in the country, the contributions of barefoot doctors in China can be recorded in history and they enjoy indelible honor recognized by the world medical community.
"Your father is fine."
Wen Zihan raised his head.
Brother Fu's words surprised her a little.
Her father is very popular, and everyone, young and old, likes him. When she was a child, Brother Fu often said to her: Zi Han, your father is so nice.
Later, Brother Fu grew up and became more and more calm and quiet, and he was not good at complimenting others. Many years later, Brother Fu unexpectedly said the same thing to her again.
The street light flashed through the car, and the two of them were face to face, eye to eye.
Wen Zihan's eyes were stunned for a moment: the pair of dark eyes in front of her that seemed to be bottomless actually had a faint light flickering in them.
Brother Fu was thinking about her father just like she was.
Or maybe, Brother Fu already knew that she had never given up, never gave up looking for her father.
She never thought her father was dead.
The light passed, and taking advantage of the darkness, she turned back in an instant and lowered her head.
Seeing her drooping face, Fu Xinheng understood in his heart: his guess was correct.
When Wen Lao Si "died" that year, the person who was hurt the most was definitely not anyone else but her, the daughter who lost her father.
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