Next to him, the director was holding his things and was about to go back to rest. He saw the planner's strange look and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Take a look at Jiang Xinran's Weibo." The planner reached out and clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo.
Although the director did not agree that Jiang Xinran's potential exceeded Meng Fu's, he also agreed with Jiang Xinran's potential. Upon hearing this, he lowered his head and glanced at her. This glance also made him feel cold.
Jiang Xinran’s Weibo account is certified, with a yellow “V”.
Followers: 4.89 million.
Compared to Meng Fu's 90 million fans, 4.89 million is just a fraction of Meng Fu's.
but--
Jiang Xinran is just an amateur. It is already good for an amateur to have tens of thousands of fans. Like Gao Mian and Qiao Le, having one or two hundred fans is normal.
The director and the planner looked at each other, and the planner immediately flipped down.
Jiang Xinran’s latest Weibo post was reposted just the day before yesterday.
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vXinranxr: Can you guess which of my works was selected? //@v Xiangcheng Art Exhibition: A national art exhibition jointly organized by the Cultural Bureau and the Painting Association. This year's exhibition area is in Xiangcheng. We are honored that Xiangcheng can be the exhibition area. We have invited many famous teachers in the industry. At the same time, domestic fresh blood also landed in the booth for the first time...
There are 12,000 comments below.
Of course, it cannot be compared with Meng Fu’s Weibo post which received 1 million comments.
But 12,000 comments from an amateur is absolutely incredible.
The planner took a look and quickly explained to the director, "This is a national comprehensive exhibition, held every three years, and has a huge impact on the art world. How could she participate in such a large exhibition? I wonder what booth it is."
The director was moved, "Look at her Weibo account."
The planner scrolled up and clicked on Jiang Xinran’s Weibo account: C-level member of the Painting Association, ninth-level pianist, silver medalist in the International Mathematics Competition…
"C-level member of the Painting Association? Pianist? Painter Xinran?" The planner looked at this string of certifications and couldn't help but be stunned.
He accidentally found out last week that Jiang Xinran can draw and is quite good at it, so the program team also judged that Jiang Xinran has potential.
But I never expected that Jiang Xinran was actually a C-level member of the Painting Association.
That’s fine, she’s a level 10 pianist, how old is she this year?
After reading the certification, the director continued to scroll down on the planner's phone and saw the Weibo posts posted by Jiang Xinran, which were mostly paintings and some pianos.
The comments are not low.
"I was saying," the planner came back to his senses, grinning widely. He looked at the director, "Just wait and see. After the show airs, Jiang Xinran's popularity will grow like a gusher. She's definitely more terrifying than Meng Fu. She's a member of the Painting Association. How old is she to be able to attend such a big exhibition?"
"Xiangcheng Comprehensive Exhibition..." The planner was so excited that he didn't want to rest anymore. He said excitedly, "Although it's still early, we can communicate with Jiang Xinran in advance to see if we can go in and shoot a segment!"
The planner is not from CCTV. He considers not only the documentary, but also the highlights and traffic exposure of the program.
**
The next day, early in the morning.
After Meng Fu and Qiao Le finished their meal, they went to see the patient in bed 18.
When they arrived, they happened to see Song Jia and two other people giving acupuncture to the patient in bed 17.
Gao Mian held the medical record card and looked at Jiang Xinran and Song Jia, "You two are amazing!"
It's only the second day and I dare to get an acupuncture treatment.
"The acupuncture point map that Doctor Chen gave me is nothing." Song Jia pulled out the needle and looked at Boss Liu in bed 17, "How do you feel?"
"Very good, I can feel something in my toes," Boss Liu clearly felt the blood circulation in his legs improve. He looked at the three people, very excited, "Thank you, three little doctors."
Gao Mian recorded Boss Liu's legs. Hearing this, he smiled brightly, "Boss Liu, you probably don't know, this person," he pointed at Song Jia, "is a future star!"
Jiang Xinran put away the needle and saw Meng Fu and others coming in. She said, "Let's hurry up. We have to see Doctor Chen for surgery today."
Gao Mian and Song Jia nodded and quickened their movements.
Ever since Meng Fu went to the operating room twice in a row, Dr. Chen has only called Song Jia's team every time he performs surgery until today.
Including this time, for surgeries above level four, Dr. Chen still called them.
Gao Mian grinned, and once again felt glad for his choice.
Seeing Meng Fu and Qiao Le, Gao Mian naturally greeted them, "Good morning."
"Okay." Meng Fu nodded slightly at him.
Qiao Le smiled wryly, "Good morning."
**
Meng Fu always looks lazy, and her elegant face is full of charm. She is truly a northern beauty, independent and peerless.
Even in a white coat, he doesn't look like a doctor.
She put one hand lazily in her pocket, and with the other hand directed Qiao Le to draw the bed curtain, half sitting on Xiao Wei's bed.
Compared with the seriousness of Song Jia and the other two, it seems a bit cynical.
The bed curtains were drawn, and Meng Fu pointed at Qiao Le and asked her to give her an acupuncture injection.
The first time is new, the second time is familiar.
Qiao Le was more stable today than yesterday. She found several acupuncture points without Meng Fu's instructions. However, she failed to control the depth of the needle well, which made Xiao Wei feel more pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Looking at Xiao Wei who was shaking in pain, Qiao Le quickly apologized.
Xiao Wei shook his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low, "It's okay."
Meng Fu yawned, and then instructed Qiao Le to put away the silver needle. He lazily recorded Xiao Wei's condition today. After finishing, he took Qiao Le to the emergency hall.
All the doctors left.
Boss Liu looked at Meng Fu's half-hearted back, then glanced at Xiao Wei whose fingers were shaking, and said with a smile, "Xiao Wei, do you feel anything in your toes? I can feel something in my toes."
Xiao Wei's face was very hard. He didn't say anything. He just glanced at Boss Liu and then looked away.
Under the quilt, his toes moved.
There was gradually some light in Xiao Wei's dim eyes.
**
Qiao Le followed Meng Fu, thinking about Song Jia and the other two going to see Director Chen for surgery.
After a long time of not being able to figure it out, I asked, "No, Doctor Chen has not asked you to observe for three consecutive times. I remember he was clearly praising you last time."
He was calm and clear-headed, and most importantly, he and Dr. Chen seemed to be in perfect sync.
After the operation that day, Director Chen personally questioned Meng Fu, and Qiao Le could see that Director Chen appreciated Meng Fu.
Why didn’t you ask Meng Fu for these surgeries?
Meng Fu put his hands into his white coat, his brows gloomy. Hearing this, he glanced at her and said lazily, "You want to go and watch?"
"Ah? Doctor Chen's surgery skills are rare. How many people would love to learn from him? But I can't learn anything if I go there," Qiao Le shook his head, "I'm just saying that you..."
"If you don't want to go, forget it," Meng Fu nodded, indicating that she understood, "You should practice this set of acupuncture these few days."
Qiao Le put his hands behind his head and sighed, "That doesn't mean we can go whenever we want. I'll practice acupuncture first."
Of course, Qiao Le doesn’t know yet that the basics of acupuncture that Meng Fu taught her so casually at this time will allow her to sweep away everyone of her generation except Meng Fu.
"Well," Meng Fu comforted her, "You, the operating table may not be able to do it. How should I put it? Don't force anything. Just play with the silver needles."
Qiao Le: “…”
Why is Meng Fu still alive today?
**
All day long, Meng Fu and Qiao Le followed the nurses and doctors in the emergency room to treat patient after patient.
In the afternoon, they go to the equipment room to learn acupuncture.
The head nurse in the equipment room is not here today.
Meng Fu wasn't in a very good mood either. She wasn't feeling well every time she came back from the emergency room.
She taught Qiao Le how to give acupuncture.
In the evening, the two returned to the dormitory together. Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car on the road and asked Qiao Le to go back first.
The camera wisely didn't follow her.
"Why are you here?" Meng Fu sat on the bench in the hospital.
"His birthday present is ready," Su Cheng looked at her and handed her a cup of warm milk tea. After a pause, he slowly said, "I've prepared one for him, too."
Meng Fu thought about it and commented seriously, "Then he must have been moved to tears."
Su Cheng raised his eyebrows, thinking that Jiang Xinchen might not be too moved, and then took out a blank greeting card and gave it to Meng Fu: "Write him a card, and I'll find time to send it back together."
It will be the 26th when Meng Fu finishes recording the show, and she also has to go to film a movie, so she has no time to go back.
"Do you want to write him a greeting card?" Meng Fu took it and bit the straw. "Are you so delicate?"
She put the half-drunk milk tea in Su Cheng's hand and wrote a random sentence on the greeting card.
I looked up and saw Su Cheng looking at the milk tea cup without saying anything.
Meng Fu paused and looked at Su Cheng in disbelief: "You want to drink?"
She glanced at Su Cheng, then lowered her head and drank the milk tea in his hand in one gulp. Then she put the greeting card into Su Cheng's pocket and said seriously, "Give it up."
After saying that, she put on her hat and went straight back to the dormitory.
When I returned to the dormitory, Song Jia had just returned. Gao Mian was pouring water in the hall. When he saw Meng Fu and Song Jia come back, he greeted them.
Song Jia glanced into the hall, "Where's Jiang Xinran?"
Gao Mian smiled mysteriously, with a little excitement on his face: "The director asked her to leave."
"Director?" Song Jia was stunned.
Gao Mian couldn't help but say, "Xinran is really a painter! And a very famous one!"
Qiao Le was also sitting in the hall, and after hearing this, he also spoke up, “She was only 20 years old, and her paintings were included in the National Art Exhibition.”
Meng Fu yawned, and tears welled up in her peach blossom eyes.
Hearing about the National Exhibition, she glanced at Qiao Le and said nonchalantly: "National Exhibition?"
This was the first time Qiao Le saw Meng Fu interested in something, and he quickly explained to her: "The National Art Exhibition is a major art exhibition held every three years, a very important exhibition! Jiang Xinran is a painter with superb painting skills. I read her Weibo, and the peony painting is almost indistinguishable from the real thing, much better than the one she painted in the dormitory. She hid it too well. Most importantly, you probably didn't expect... She is a C-level student at the Beijing Painting Association headquarters!"
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