Yingyue repeated, "Is it true that hitting someone is a sign of affection, and scolding someone is a sign of love?"
Zhao Zhiyuan jumped up and down, "Bullshit, oh no, I didn't mean Dr. Cheng, you're talking nonsense. I meant, the person who invented this phrase is talking nonsense."
He pointed to his head and loudly accused, "What kind-hearted person would crack someone's head open?"
Yingyue thought about it carefully and realized that it made sense.
"So Dr. Jiang just doesn't like you, he really hates you."
Zhao Zhiyuan...
Although it's true, why does it sound so heartbreaking? What's going on?
He looked at Yingyue with a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
Firefly Moon? ???
He didn't understand the meaning in Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes at all.
Just a short distance away, Jiang Danhua, leaning on her cane, slowly made her way to work.
When Zhao Zhiyuan saw Jiang Danhua, he snorted and stopped mocking her, turning around and going into the hospital.
Jiang Danhua also scoffed. The way the two seemed to be at odds left Yingyue completely baffled.
"That's strange."
Is there really no affection between them?
But why does she feel that it's not like that?
Yingyue shook her head and slowly entered the hospital.
The outpatient clinic is now her private office.
Just as I sat down, Jiang Danhua appeared at the door, leaning on her cane.
Yingyue looked at Jiang Danhua, "Looking for a leg? Have you made an appointment?"
Jiang Danhua...
I'll just get so angry at Yingyue one day that I'll die.
Actually, it's not Yingyue's fault. She's been working at the hospital for almost five months, and her relationship with Jiang Danhua only extends to the one time when Yingyue treated Jiang Danhua's knee.
Working hours are different from leaving get off work.
If we run into each other outside after get off work, I can greet Dr. Jiang.
When you're at work, it's all about doing business as required.
Jiang Danhua glared at Yingyue, then came in from outside, leaning on her cane, and plopped down on the stool opposite her.
What did Zhao Zhiyuan say to you this morning?
"ah?"
Yingyue was a little confused about Jiang Danhua's purpose in coming. "Isn't Dr. Zhao next door? You two share an office."
Why didn't she ask Zhao Zhiyuan, but instead asked herself?
I don't understand.
Jiang Danhua looked somewhat annoyed. "What does his presence next door have to do with me?"
"Well……"
Yingyue needs to sort things out properly.
"You think Dr. Zhao has nothing to do with you?"
"yes."
"Then why are you asking someone you have no relation to what they told me?"
Yingyue truly doesn't understand.
Jiang Danhua, however, felt that Yingyue was making fun of her.
"you……"
She was so angry that she gripped her cane tightly, wanting to get up and leave, but she didn't want to go to the office next door.
Now she gets annoyed whenever she sees Zhao Zhiyuan.
"I'll stay here for a bit."
Jiang Danhua's tone remained firm.
Yingyue wouldn't drive people away.
The stool that Jiang Danhua is sitting on now is the one that the patient sits on.
If someone comes to see a doctor, Jiang Danhua is expected to give up her seat.
Jiang Danhua!!!
I can't stand it anymore, I absolutely can't stand it.
"Cheng Yingyue, do you have any conscience? Can't you see my leg is still injured and I'm using crutches?"
"As my colleague, it's one thing that you can't treat me like family, but you actually expect me to give up my seat for a patient?"
Yingyue didn't even know why Jiang Danhua was angry.
Did she say something wrong?
So, should patients be made to stand while being seen?
Jiang Danhua stood up angrily and went back to the next room, leaning on her cane.
She left in a bad mood.
The moon is completely unaffected.
She opened her notebook and placed it aside, preparing to write down the patient's case when she had a patient later.
This is her habit.
Like writing a diary, she analyzes patients' difficult and complicated diseases and records how to treat them, so that if anyone needs to use her notes in the future, they can take a look.
Just as I was about to pour myself a glass of water, a person covered in blood rushed in from outside.
He called out to Yingyue with a worried expression.
"Dr. Cheng, Dr. Cheng, something has happened at the cotton mill. The factory manager wants you to go and take a look."
Yingyue turned around and looked at the person who had come in. "What happened?"
"The cotton mill's machines got the technician's arm stuck inside."
"..."
Yingyue put down her water glass, grabbed the first-aid kit without saying a word, and left with the person who came to deliver the message.
Zhao Zhiyuan, along with a nurse from the hospital, also went to the cotton mill.
The three of them hurriedly arrived outside the workshop.
Before I even went inside, I could hear a series of painful wails coming from within.
Those guarding outside, upon hearing the screams and recalling what had happened inside, all turned deathly pale.
"Doctor, the hospital's doctor has arrived."
Someone spotted Yingyue and the others and called out loudly.
Yingyue nodded and walked through the crowd.
The factory manager of the cotton mill strode forward.
"Comrade Cheng, Comrade Zhao, come quickly and take a look at our Technician Yu's arm. How can we remove it without getting hurt?"
Led by Factory Director He, Yingyue, Zhao Zhiyuan, and Xu Fangfang entered the workshop.
They arrived at the machine that had Yu Rui stuck.
Yu Rui's right arm was stuck.
From the palm to the elbow, the entire arm was pressed under the machine's gears.
Yu Rui's expression was one of extreme pain, and his arms were bruised and purple, clearly indicating that he was experiencing insufficient blood supply.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhiyuan and Xu Fangfang both swallowed nervously.
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