Wang Guodong moved his legs under the quilt, and saw Xie Yan lowering his head and whispering to the outside of the room: "Daidai, come in, I'll eat the cold breakfast when I get back, it won't be wasted."
He clasped his palms together, cleared his throat, pretended not to expect a serious expression at all, and stroked the beard on his mouth.
He wanted to see how good Xie Yan's young wife was. Xiao Xu had just praised her, saying that she treated Xie Yan very well.
My ears are getting calloused.
This is something that even his daughter, such an outstanding woman, has not done.
Besides, Xie Yan is more difficult to deal with than most men.
Impossible.
Xue Qingdai came in and took a look at the bed first. She had met many important figures in her previous life. The old man was quite imposing and had plenty of official authority, but she was not the kind of person who would curry favor with the powerful.
She glanced at Xie Yan.
Xie Yan stood beside her and said, "You can call me Uncle Wang."
His wife is young, so calling the leader Uncle Wang is considered as calling him young.
"Hello, Uncle Wang." She said in a rising voice, always with an inexplicably sweet tone.
Xue Qingdai has become accustomed to her sweet voice. In fact, she wants to be a queen, but her short height and sweet voice can only make her a cute girl.
After she finished speaking, she moved closer to Xie Yan silently, feeling an indescribable sense of dependence.
The two of them stood there with a perfect match in appearance and height.
At least that's what Wang Guodong sees.
"This must be Xiao Xie's wife. Xie Yan is not young anymore, it's time for him to get married." His old voice sounded like a teacher reading a textbook, so boring that no one wanted to listen.
Xue Qingdai touched Xie Yan's hand. Why didn't he inform her in advance about this matter of urging marriage?
She decided to be mute.
When it comes to urging marriage, Wang Guodong's legs no longer hurt and his mouth no longer feels dry. He has been waiting for so many years, fearing that Xie Yan still has illusions about the promise he made to him as his previous son-in-law.
It is a crime to delay the marriage of a talented military officer.
Also, I always feel that Xie Yan is thinking about his married daughter.
It’s just that Xie Yan’s young wife is prettier than his daughter, and he feels a little uncomfortable.
Xie Yan: "Daidai is still young, and I respect her decision."
Xue Qingdai felt Xie Yan's expectant gaze.
Ouch, Xie Yan kicked the ball to her.
Officials have to be very careful.
Xue Qingdai pinched the ball of Xie Yan's thumb with her fingernails to vent her anger a little, then turned around to deal with him.
"My family wants to keep me for a few more years. My three older brothers are not married yet. As the youngest, it would be inappropriate for me to skip them."
Xue Qingdai responded neither arrogantly nor humbly. She looked directly at Wang Guodong with dignity without anger, as if she was chatting with him casually. Her body was relaxed and her expression was not timid at all.
Her family background is not bad, and her grandfather's influence in the army is still there, so she is not afraid of offending others.
Moreover, he is Xie Yan's leader. Xie Yan should find a way to please her superior. She is a spoiled girl at home and doesn't want to have to look at anyone's face.
It's meaningless to live a depressed life.
In this era, leaders generally regard their subordinates as political resources after retirement, and make careful arrangements for their careers and marriages.
Ultimately it's all about interests.
The elders push the younger generations forward, and the younger generations take care of the retired elders. These interests are intertwined, and this has been a national tradition for thousands of years.
Xue Qingdai doesn't care about others or their positions, as long as she is happy.
In modern society, in the face of absolute power, the only thing that allows people to stand firm is their absolute personal strength.
Her medical skills are her trump card and also her capital for freedom.
Xue Qingdai was already sitting on the chair next to her, with Xie Yan holding her wrist.
"The chair is dirty, let me wipe it for you." Xie Yan wiped it carefully with red toilet paper.
Xie Yan saw that his leader looked unhappy and said, "Daidai is weak and can't stand for too long."
Wang Guodong felt a trace of anger in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. His expression did not change. No one had challenged his authority for too long.
"Xie Yan, do you think so too?" Wang Guodong was just about to light a cigarette and had already rubbed the firewood stick, and a faint flame started.
Xie Yan was still standing beside Xue Qingdai, his wrists clenched into fists under his military uniform.
He wanted to be with her so badly.
"Let it be."
He is almost thirty years old, and his leader already has two granddaughters, but he is still alone.
He didn't even dare to imagine the beautiful days in his dreams with a wife, children and a warm bed.
The gap is so big that when you wake up from the dream you still feel lost and it can be painful.
Xue Qingdai sat upright and casually said, "Uncle Wang, if you smoke another cigarette, it may shorten your life."
Maybe it's saying the cruelest words in the sweetest voice.
Wang Guodong thought he had heard it wrong. Xie Yan's wife was crazy. He was lying on the hospital bed, but she was so treasonous that she cursed him to death.
He coughed twice: "Xie Yan, take care of your wife!"
Xue Qingdai: "I'm just telling the truth."
She raised her head and looked at Xie Yan's clear eyes threateningly.
If you don't stand by her side, you're dead!
Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation. Just by looking at Wang Guodong's pale face, she knew that he would not live long.
If this were the cause of death in later generations, it would be sudden death from overwork.
The voice is mostly short and the fingers twitch occasionally, that's right.
Western medicine probably can’t save this patient.
At most, they will inject a few bags of expensive nutrient solution and do some tests costing thousands of dollars to fool you, and then tell you that there is no cure and you have to take some so-called special medicine for a long time to hold on for a while.
Once you leave the hospital, life and death have nothing to do with the hospital.
Xue Qingdai sat calmly aside, seeing through everything but not saying it out loud.
Because no one would listen to what she said.
The doctors in white coats just now raised their chins and did not look like people who would listen to advice.
Xie Yan straightened up and said to his old leader: "My wife is weak, and you are also sick, so you should smoke less."
"She has seen patients in the pharmacy and has some experience."
Wang Guodong's mouth twisted, like an old child who insisted on arguing, "Your wife is so young, what disease can she cure?"
"He's quite good at treating crooked mouths and squinting eyes, and difficult and complicated diseases." Xue Qingdai replied sarcastically, and followed him to fight.
Wang Guodong laughed out of anger. Xie Yan, a very methodical man, married a wife with a very quirky personality.
Officials have to hide their preferences, and the same is true for Wang Guodong. Unlike the rumors, he is not old-fashioned. Instead, he likes lively people who do not follow the rules.
His white beard moved as he spoke, "Then I'll come see you next time."
Wang Guodong was joking and didn't take it seriously.
My opinion of Xie Yan's young wife has changed a lot.
The tense atmosphere had just eased when there was a knock on the door, only one knock.
First, a five-year-old girl ran in, holding the hand of a three-year-old girl.
The two of them looked like sisters, with their hair in thin pigtails and wearing brand new bright red suits with white dots. They were wearing the same clothes and looked like sisters.
"Xuanxuan Nana, why didn't you call grandpa when you got to the ward..."
The woman who was speaking was also wearing a black cashmere coat, which looked very similar to Xue Qingdai's.
Xue Qingdai became even more curious. The woman came in and stopped talking. She looked at Xie Yan with a pair of tired eyes, showing some grievance that she couldn't express clearly.
Xue Qingdai's red lips curled up further, and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly charming.
Oh, white moonlight?
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