Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

After leaving Song's house, Song Qingzhu had a rare good sleep, and it was already ten o'clock in the morning when he woke up.

"Ah! It's over!" Song Qingzhu screamed, getting up and getting dressed as quickly as possible.

Glancing at Shen Xiyan who was sleeping soundly on the bed, he leaned over and put his arms around her waist, "Beauty, please take me to work today."

"Don't go!" Shen Xiyan turned around, her voice was still clearly sleepy, "I didn't go to bed until two or three o'clock last night, and I couldn't wake up."

"My dear, I'm already late, and Song Shiyu must have prepared a big gift for me on the first day of work today!" Speaking of this, Song Qingzhu's eyes burst into coldness.

Shen Xiyan who was on the bed jumped up all of a sudden, "I'll go, can your sister save some time!"

Shen Xiyan couldn't help but swear.

"Xi Yan, you are a public figure after all! Can you pay attention to your image!"

"What image do I need in front of you? Can the image be eaten by you!"

Shen Xiyan said she would not see her off, but her body obediently got up from the bed, and her washing speed was no less than that of Song Qingzhu.

Song Qingzhu's face was full of black lines, the common nature of people in the entertainment industry, this guy must be watching a good show.

Hearing that there was a good show to watch, Shen Xiyan slammed on the accelerator all the way, and arrived at the gate of No.1 Civilian Hospital in a short while.

In the car, Song Qingzhu hadn't recovered, and it took a long time before he patted his chest, "Sister, do you dare to be more exciting."

"Dare!" Shen Xiyan brushed her broken hair around her ears, and pinned her hair behind with sunglasses, urging, "Go, I'll come later."

Song Qingzhu got out of the car, went to the doctor and asked where the clinic was.

When we got there, there was already a crowd of people outside the clinic.

A cold light flashed in Song Qingzhu's eyes, and he walked over to push the crowd away, "Please let me out."

"Why hasn't the doctor come here? How long have we been waiting here!"

"That's right, what a broken hospital, it's the first time I've seen such an irresponsible doctor!"

"Don't be impatient, everyone. Dr. Song is also an intern who just came back from abroad, so there will inevitably be some omissions." The one who spoke was the surgical director who interviewed Song Qingzhu yesterday.

He specifically emphasized the "intern doctor", which already made all the patients doubt her strength.

Song Qingzhu crossed the crowd and looked at him coldly.

"Doctor Song, you're finally here. Look, there's a lot of people lined up here." Seeing Song Qingzhu, the chief of surgery immediately nodded and walked over with a respectful attitude.

His actions immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of all the patients. Who is the chief of surgery?She has already become the number one or number two in this hospital, and she, Song Qingzhu, is just a new doctor, so why should the chief of surgery bow to her.

"I don't even look at who I am, what face do I have to ask the director to take care of these shitty things for you!"

"That's right, maybe it's another woman who relies on her face to get her position!"

"I heard that the person behind her is the dean, but I remember that the dean has a wife."

"Then isn't this woman the mistress?"

The crowd was full of angry and dissatisfied voices. Behind Song Qingzhu, the director of surgery's eyes flashed with pride.

Song Qingzhu sneered endlessly in his heart. This omnipotent outpatient clinic was newly opened, and it stands to reason that there should be very few people. Now it is crowded with these people, and all of them are cursing in their mouths. It is obviously a well-planned scene.

"Do you still want to ask a doctor? Stay if you want to ask a doctor. If you don't want to ask a doctor, just get out!" Song Qingzhu said indifferently.

Didn't it mean that she got the upper hand by virtue of her face?Then she will show them the waywardness of relying on her face!
Auntie, she doesn't serve her anymore!

Everyone was dumbfounded by what she said, what does it mean to leave without asking a doctor.

After reacting, there was another burst of sighs and laughter from the crowd.

"Can you do anything wrong just because you have a background? What about the management of your hospital!"

"That's right! People like you will only ruin the reputation of the hospital, so let's leave as soon as possible!"

Song Qingzhu smiled, but no matter how you look at it, the smile is full of sarcasm: "Is the hospital run by your family? It's not your turn to decide whether I leave or not, right?"

Shen Xiyan parked the car, put on a hat, a mask, and sunglasses, and armed herself up. When she walked over, she happened to hear Song Qingzhu's words, and burst out laughing with a "puchi", and watched the fun happily behind.

As far as this little guy is concerned, Song Qingzhu can solve it by himself.

Thinking about it, Shen Xiyan took out her mobile phone and started to shoot a video, and then sent the video to Ye Tingfei.

Of course such a good show should be shared together.

And the crowd was completely enraged by Song Qingzhu's words, and everyone strongly urged the dean to stand up and fire Song Qingzhu.

"It's so shameless!"

"There are quite a few mistresses these days, and it's the first time I've seen such a shameless one."

Song Qingzhu put his arms around his shoulders and listened to them swearing leisurely.

And the director of surgery at the side didn't interrupt, if the dean could stand up and expel Song Qingzhu, that would be what he would be most happy to see.

Neither Lord Jiu nor the Song and Wu families were offended.

On the other side, Rong Junchu, who was dealing with affairs, suddenly received a video from Ye Tingfei with a sentence attached.

"Your personal doctor is outwitting the crowd."

Rong Junchu raised his eyebrows, and threw the phone to Lin You who was aside, "Connect to the theater, and connect the on-site monitoring to me."

Lin You was slightly startled, and asked cautiously, "Are you... wanting to watch a good show?"

Rong Junchu's eyes flicked over Lin You.

Lin You: "Yes, I'll do it now!"

In the No. [-] Hospital at this moment, many patients who were fine and waiting for the examination report all gathered in front of Song Qingzhu's omnipotent outpatient clinic to watch the excitement.

A farce instantly caught the attention of the hospital management.

"Who is this Song Qingzhu?! I asked them to interview a doctor who combines traditional Chinese and Western medicine. They are lucky, and they just found such a troublesome person for me?" The dean was furious, and the documents on the table fell to the ground.

He just heard the report from his subordinates when he came to work. Such a big farce has already affected the reputation of their hospital.

Now it's not just a matter of firing Song Qingzhu.

"Dean Chen, I have a solution here."

Dean Chen looked up, and saw a young and beautiful woman walking in. The lace floral dress outlined her figure, and the big V-neck was even more imaginative.

"Miss Song."

There was a sound of swallowing saliva in the air, and Song Shiyu's eyes flashed with disgust, but she smiled coquettishly, "President, you don't know, this Song Qingzhu is the illegitimate daughter of my Song family, and also my younger sister. "

"That's it~" The dean had a tangled expression on his face, "Although Song Qingzhu is your younger sister, this matter has already affected the reputation of our hospital. I'm afraid I can't keep her."

"Dean Chen, you are overthinking." Song Shiyu walked over, rubbing his fingertips on his desk.

Dean Chen only felt hot all over, and stretched out his hand to grab it, but Song Shiyu brushed her hair casually and avoided it.

"Although this Song Qingzhu is my younger sister, she bullied me a lot at home. A few days ago, she even encouraged my father to ask me to kneel down and beg her for mercy. You know, I'm in the entertainment industry after all. How much influence does it have?" Speaking of this, Song Shiyu had tears in her eyes, looking very pitiful.

Without grabbing her hand, Dean Chen only felt itchy, and quickly asked, "Then do whatever Ms. Song says..."