After the president recognized me as a savior

"Everywhere, it's all absurd praise!"

The corners of Su Feiran's mouth twitched, this ridiculous praise was spread by herself...

As if a space was specially prepared for them, the black-clothed bodyguards near the corridor moved away silently.

Yan Wenzhou's posture of raising his head slightly remained the same, with one hand resting on his chin, his movements looked a bit playful, but there was not even a ripple in his expression, except for the slightly upturned corners of his mouth every time he spoke, which gave people a sense of him. The delusion of making fun of: "Whether it's ridiculous or not, I want to ask Dr. Su... Can my grandfather's illness survive Dr. Su's hands?"

hum.

Too bad, it turns out that today's unlucky thing is more than just encountering Yan Wenzhou again.

"This one……"

Just about to pull out a bunch of big truths such as probability, success rate, surgery risk, etc., Yan Wenzhou directly interrupted her: "You don't have to answer me now, you can think it over later, just hurry up, because someone else will ask you The question. Oh, yes."

Yan Wenzhou paused, looking at Gu Jingbubo's pale pupils: "I heard that Dr. Su knew fortune-telling when he was in the orphanage. I don't know if he did a fortune-telling for himself when he took the patient number this time."

After speaking, he raised his hand slightly, and a big man in black came out from the dark to help him push the wheelchair around.

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, the wheelchair stopped again: "Also, you seem to know me, have we met?"

Su Feiran's blood flowed backwards: "Maybe... I saw it in a dream?"
Yan Wenzhou didn't turn his head back, and Su Feiran didn't know what his expression was, but felt that after she finished speaking, there seemed to be a sneer in the air, was it an illusion?

Or, did you recognize it?
No, no, they were only ten years ago.

At the corner, the wheelchair stopped, and the man folded his hands to support his chin, his light eyes became dark and gloomy, and as soon as he raised his hand, a young man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the darkness.

"Keep an eye on Su Feiran, and see when the boss and the second look for her."

"It's President Yan, I understand!"

The broken black hair covered half of his eyes, and his eyes fell on his legs: "The old man's illness this time is an opportunity. It's time to pay for the debts of the year."

……

On the other end, just as Su Feiran gave up his thoughts, Lao Chen immediately called.

She rushed to the director's office in a hurry, and when she entered, she found that there was more than just Lao Chen in this world.

The office is not big, and with Lao Chen, two men and one woman sit at the two ends, and the black-clothed bodyguards stand in a row with the two sides, making the room look extraordinarily cramped.

A middle-aged man and a woman were sitting on the sofa opposite Old Chen, the couple exuded a sense of extravagance.

The woman's make-up is exquisite and she looks much younger than her actual age, and the man is also wearing high-end clothing that Su Feiran can't name from top to bottom, especially the green water ghost on the man's hand is particularly eye-catching.

However, neither of them had a good look on their faces. Compared with the peachy old Chen on the opposite side, they were three or nine days old.

Obtained by Lao Chen's winking, Su Feiran pinched her fingers at the door and made the calculation: the visitor was not kind.

Squinting his fox eyes, he walked up to Old Chen with a smile on his face: "Director Chen, are you looking for me?"

When Lao Chen saw her coming, he hurriedly stood up as if he had been rescued: "It's not me, it's the family members of the old man who came to see you, the attending doctor. Come here, this is the second master Yan and the second wife, you Talk to them!"

Just turning around like this, Lao Chen was smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes just now, his face drooped immediately, and when he passed by her, he said in a calm voice: "Be careful with what you say!"

The eyebrows and eyes of the two people on the sofa are three inches higher than ordinary people, and she understands this without Lao Chen telling her.

Sitting across from the two of them with the yin that is unique to the upper class, Su Feiran straightened his face and just wanted to imitate Lao Chen's seriousness as a chief physician, when he heard a "pop", a thin sheet of paper The card was placed heavily on the coffee table.

Su Feiran just glanced at the black face of the bank card, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. The two fox eyes were filled with green light, and it took all her strength to restrain her fox claws.

"What are you two doing?" Su Feiran frowned seriously, and kept brainwashing herself with Lao Chen's usual bureaucratic face in meetings: "The doctors in our hospital are all professional, and it is their duty to treat diseases and save lives. There is no need to be like this. Please rest assured that the old man’s illness is entrusted to me, I will do my best..."

Finally got a chance to put on a bureaucratic tone, Su Feiran was enjoying his mouth, when out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the second wife rolling her eyes impatiently, and the second master even interrupted her while playing with the finger wrench in his hand.

Yin swished and sat up straight, and when Second Master Yan finished his next sentence, Su Feiran felt that his face was gloomy again: "What if I ask you not to try your best?"

Here we come, this is the "unkindness" counted at the door just now.

Sitting with her spine straight, she still looked righteous and awe-inspiring. She glanced at the black card on the table, and then at the gloomy Second Master Yan. She was interrupted just as she was about to open her mouth.

"Doctor Su, don't rush to refuse." The middle-aged man who passed by Yan Erye's mall spoke sharply and simply: "I sent someone to check before you came. You are an orphan. You have been poor since you were a child. The only one My brother, who was paralyzed in bed two years ago, was a waste of money. So... the number on this card will definitely satisfy you."

As soon as Second Master Yan finished speaking, Su Feiran whistled in his stomach: No wonder his tone was so confident, he came prepared.

When she was in the ward this morning, she felt that there was something wrong with Yan's family.

Although the old man may run out of oil and lamps when he is old, if he is ruthless and spends money on it, the little problem in his heart is not a big deal, otherwise Old Chen will appear on the stage in person.

Now that the old man is still in charge, his two sons and three grandsons should have been taking care of him a long time ago. Why is there a Yan Wenzhou who has both legs disabled squatting in front of the bed?
It's just that at that time, she felt that the rich and powerful grievances had nothing to do with her. Although she felt guilty when facing that little boy Yan Wenzhou, after all, if she didn't mention what happened back then, no one would know about it.

But now that it's dark, the card is right in front of him, saying that Er Ye's words are overbearing and heartbreaking.

Yes, her brother, who was seven or eight years older than her, carried her out of the orphanage and was still lying on the hospital bed, burning RMB worth less than game gold coins.

If you accept this card, you may not have to work hard for the rest of your life.

Su Feiran, you have thought about it, you can't embarrass your weak self.

While thinking about it, the second master frowned, and his eyes showed contempt: "My patience is also limited. If you can't do it, then I'm afraid I will have to replace the old man's indication..."

"Wait a moment!"

Su Feiran put away the bad face, stretched out her hand and pressed the card on the table, her fox eyes flooded with green light: "It's a little thing, why do you two come in person?"