After the president recognized me as a savior

"This half-immortal figured it out, today is by no means a suitable day for going to work."

Hearing the ringing of the phone that was about to explode, Su Feiran pinched her fingers with a serious face, turned her face to glance at the mirror on the bedside table, and shook her head again: "Tsk tsk tsk, Yintang is black, there is something difficult !"

She was about to wrap up the quilt and turn around to go back to sleep, when a crisp voice message came in the phone.

Autoplay, concise and to the point: Su Feiran, if I don't see you in the department office in an hour, you can pack your things and get out!

Su Feiran opened her eyes suddenly, frowned and shook her head with a stern white face: "It seems that I can't hide it. Oh, what a crime!"

Office of the Chief of Surgery of Mingyu Hospital.

"What? You asked me to serve the VIP patient who just checked into the top floor?"

Su Feiran had just entered the door with one foot, and in the next second she almost frothed at the mouth and gasped.

Director Chen, who usually has a dark Hades face, took a spring breeze to his face today, and took pictures of the patient's information: "Xiao Su, someone named the best surgeon in our department, you must not let me down!"

Su Feiran's face was ashen, and the corners of her mouth almost twitched: those who can live in the VIP on the top floor are either rich or expensive, each one is more difficult to serve!
What's more, the person Director Chen handed over to her is the famous founder of Shengting Group!
If it is not cured, she will not mess around in the future.

I can't accept this job!

But without waiting for her to speak, Director Chen rolled his eyes directly: "Don't shirk with me, little boy, your brother's illness requires money, and what I give you is a fat job!"

After speaking, he threw her out with the documents.

Standing at the door, Su Feiran didn't leave, but instead narrowed her beautiful fox eyes, she caught a glimpse of a name in the family list on the information, and smacked her cherry lips: "Boy, our fate is not over yet. ..."

Or how to say VIP, when Su Feiran reached the top floor, the stairs were crowded with reporters.

If it weren't for two rows of solemn-looking black-clothed bodyguards standing at the door, it is estimated that the dense crowd of reporters could turn the entire wide corridor into a press conference.

"Doctor Su, my old man invites you to come over."

As soon as the surgery team's office was set up, a hunk in black came to invite Su Feiran, which made her heart skip a beat.

With 1 people unwilling to go to the VIP ward.

When Su Feiran opened the door, she smelled the scent of pine needles covered in disinfectant. The unforgettable smell made her slightly stunned.

The room was tidied up very clean, because no one was visiting the sick, so there was no such thing as the expected scene of flowers and fruit baskets filling the room.

But she still felt that the ward was too clean, and there were only two people left except for the medical equipment.

One is lying down, and the other is sitting in a wheelchair. It is no different from lying down.

The old man Yan was naturally the one lying down. He didn't know how majestic he usually was, but now he was wearing a respirator on his face and had an infusion tube tied in his hands. Under his sickly pale face, there was nothing but depression.

The other one is sitting in a wheelchair, and the tone is said to be personal, but it is better to say that it is a landscape in a painting with a pen and ink style.

He has a cool white complexion, short black hair that is neatly trimmed, and deep but sharp facial features. Whether it is the proportion of the courtyard or the thin lips, it makes people feel that he is too perfect to be a real person.

Looking at the black and white tones from top to bottom, Su Feiran wanted to go up and feel if his pen and ink were not dry.

If there's a flaw in the painting, it's definitely his eyes.

Peach blossom eyes, obviously charming, but only indifferent eyes, even the tear mole under the left eyelid makes people feel that it is just a ruthless embellishment machine, the painter did not give this painting any emotion.

What's more, there is still a big flaw in this painting.

The man is crippled and cannot move in a wheelchair.

As for how the legs are lame, only three people in this world know best.

One was unable to speak now, one was Yan Wenzhou himself, and the other was Su Feiran who stood at the door and refused to go in for a long time.

It's really him.

"Doctor Su?"

It should be that she stood at the door for too long, she was startled when the cold and tired male voice came to her ears, and she bumped into those cold and penetrating eyes as soon as she regained consciousness.

Su Feiran breathed a sigh of relief, and said that you are guilty, you two were little brats back then, how could he recognize you?
"Yes, Mr. Yan, how are you?"

After entering the door with seemingly easy steps, the old man on the bed turned his eyes to look at her.

I didn't feel it at the door just now, but now I realized that the old man's eyes were very sharp, completely different from the young man: "This is Dr. Su recommended by Director Chen? Very young. This is my grandson, Yan Wenzhou .”

Yan Wenzhou, the only seed of Master Yan's deceased youngest son.

Life in a wealthy family without the protection of his father would be a bit turbulent, but at the same time Yan Wenzhou is also the grandson that the old man loves the most.

She was kidnapped when she was a child, and her two legs were broken, which also cut off the successor of the Yan family.

These are all rumors from the outside world, so there is no need for the old man to introduce them.

Su Feiran knows better than anyone else.

One of the grandpa and grandson is solemn and the other is indifferent, but she is somewhat prepared. Rich people have such and such eccentricities.

For example, Yan Wenzhou is still afraid of rain.

"Hello, Mr. Yan."

She tried her best to elicit a professional smile, but she looked down at the medical records in her hand without even shaking hands, while Yan Wenzhou just nodded coldly.

The two of you are used to this coy look. The little nurse and female doctor who came to see Yan Wenzhou in the morning have already sent away group after group. She is the only one who is shy.

It's just that she has other thoughts, and her lowered eyes are dim.

No way, she still couldn't face him directly, as long as she saw his legs, the thick sense of guilt would be stuck in her chest and she couldn't swallow it no matter what.

After all, these legs are because of her... No, the truth of ten years ago has not been found out at all, what a shame!

"Doctor Su, I will leave my illness to you from now on, thank you for your hard work."

Old Man Yan was very polite and Su Feiran nodded in response, but when he walked out of the ward, he was relieved.

Well, there was no eye contact from beginning to end.

As soon as he walked to the corner of the corridor, the joy disappeared.

She took a deep breath, squeezed out a smiley face, turned around, and smiled at the man in the wheelchair behind her, "Mr. Yan, do you have anything else to say?"

What should come will always come.

Yan Wenzhou's wheelchair made a very soft sound, and it was already in front of her while speaking.

She was standing and he was sitting, but the aura on his body made Su Feiran suspect that he was kneeling now, and he couldn't help but look down at his knees.

Is this the aura that an unfavorable person should have?

When Yan Wenzhou's thin lips opened and closed, the corners of his lips seemed to rise upwards, but the frost on the corners of his eyes and brows did not show the slightest smile: "I heard that Dr. Su is a once-in-a-century genius surgeon in Mingyu Hospital ?”