Fu Jiusi withdrew his hand from the air, straightened his back and looked coldly at everyone in the corridor.
"Are you all free?"
After a few words, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
Hu Juan had just lost face and was eager to leave quickly, but she had only taken two steps.
She was stopped by an armed guard.
"Comrade, the commander asked you to wait here. You cannot leave without permission."
Hu Juan stood against the wall with her shoulders hunched in fear and her head lowered so that no one could see what she was thinking.
In the past, Helan and her colleagues never felt that the office space was small.
But there is an inexplicable feeling of suffocation, which is actually due to the restraint of the husband.
Finally, the others couldn't stand it anymore and got up and left with various excuses.
Jiang Shuwei turned to look at her man, her eyes full of worry: "Where are you injured? Why didn't you tell me this afternoon?"
Fu Jiusi glanced at Helan, found a chair to sit down, and rolled up his trouser legs.
"It's just a minor wound. It's almost scabbed over."
Jiang Shuwei walked forward, squatted down and took a look. It was indeed a scab.
Suddenly remembering what the female doctor had said just now, she raised her head quickly and squinted at the man in front of her.
"The wound you asked that female doctor to treat two days ago?"
Fu Jiusi reached out and flicked her forehead, then pulled her up.
"How is that possible?"
Jiang Shuwei pouted and snorted, "I don't think you'd dare."
Helan rubbed her brows. She felt that as a patient, she really should lie down and take a nap.
This person really doesn't treat her as an outsider at all.
Jiang Shuwei saw Helan rubbing her eyebrows and thought she was feeling uncomfortable, so she hurried over.
"Sister Helan, are you okay?"
"No, I'm fine. I just didn't get enough sleep. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep after the IV drip."
Jiang Shuwei looked at her doubtfully, "Is the hospital short of staff recently?"
Helan guessed what she was going to ask and shook his head with a wry smile.
"We're not short of people. I'm just filling in for someone else."
Covering up for someone? Such a reckless way of covering up for someone?
Fu Jiusi listened quietly to the conversation, and at the end he looked up at the female doctor in front of him.
He frowned slightly, his thoughts circling back through his memories.
Last name He?
"What's your relationship with He Qiming?"
Helan was startled and looked at Fu Jiusi with fear in his eyes.
Jiang Shuwei let out a light click of her tongue and reached out to push her man.
"Why are you talking so fiercely?"
Helan looked at Jiang Shuwei in surprise, just when she thought Fu Jiusi was going to be angry.
Commander Fu, whose notoriety spread throughout the entire military region, sighed indulgently and the cold expression on his face disappeared.
"Mr. He Qiming and Uncle Lin Dong know each other, but we haven't heard from each other in the past few days."
After hearing the explanation, Jiang Shuwei nodded in understanding.
Helan naturally knew Dean Lin Donglin. He and his grandfather did have a good relationship and they often studied cases and prescriptions together.
"He Qiming is my grandfather." He Lan answered sadly with his head down.
Fu Jiusi looked at her expression and could guess what had happened.
"Demoted? What's the reason?"
Helan's eyes were red with sadness. Grandpa had saved lives all his life, but what did he get?
"capitalist."
Fu Jiusi: ...just as if.
"So those people in the hospital use this to bully you?" Jiang Shuwei asked calmly with narrowed eyes.
Helan didn't intend to hide it and nodded with a wry smile.
Jiang Shuwei was angry.
What is the relationship between patriotism and one’s political identity?
Who says capitalists are unpatriotic?
Are there no traitors among the poor peasants?
absurd!
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