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

After what seemed like a century, the door of the operating room finally opened. Song Qingzhu took off the sterile suit with a smile on his face.

"Fortunately, the bones are intact, and the nerves are not dead, so it can be regarded as preserved."

After Song Qingzhu finished speaking, the dean over there had already heard the news and praised him repeatedly, "Director Song is really rejuvenated. Please give me your advice during the period of time here."

Song Qingzhu smiled humbly, "Dean, you are too modest, and the experience of asking for advice is mutual."

Seeing that Song Qingzhu was not proud, the dean was even more delighted. He had heard that a genius doctor had come to the city before, but he did not expect to be so talkative.

"I've already arranged accommodation for everyone. After dinner, everyone should go back and rest for a day."

Carrying the luggage, Song Qingzhu thought about it and exhorted, "The conditions for hospitalization here are limited. If the patient asks to be discharged, let him go through the procedures for discharge after today. Her family lives in the village. I can visit her house every day. .”

Hearing this, the dean laughed cheerfully, "This is naturally the best, and you know our medical conditions here." Many villagers are unwilling to be hospitalized for the sake of saving money.

Song Qingzhu nodded. Her residence was arranged in a single-family bungalow. It seemed that it had just been built, and the furniture inside were all new.

After packing up his things, Song Qingzhu didn't rest, and went directly to the inpatient department to visit the aunt just now.

The wards of the small health center were a bit crude, and Song Qingzhu heard the wailing sound from inside before entering. Counting the time, the effect of the anesthetic had expired.

"Auntie, does it hurt right now?" Song Qingzhu asked with concern.

"Doctor Song, can you prescribe some painkillers? My mother is really in pain." The young man felt distressed.

Song Qingzhu pursed his lips, "Ten fingers connected to the heart, pain is certain. When I go to the pharmacy to prescribe medicine for you later, I will add some pain-relieving ingredients in it, but don't use too much, so as not to affect the recovery of the wound."

When Song Qingzhu was speaking, the woman on the bed also turned her head and looked over. Although her voice was weak, she was full of gratitude, "Doctor, thank you, this time is really thanks to you."

"Auntie, you're welcome. This is what I should do." Song Qingzhu smiled.

"Just call me Aunt Yan, this is my son." After Aunt Yan finished speaking, she yelled again in pain.

Song Qingzhu looked at her, and said, "I'll go to the pharmacy and prescribe some medicine for you, and they will bring it to you. Recently, you should eat lightly, and don't touch anything that contains alcohol."

"Okay, thank you Doctor Song."

Song Qingzhu walked out after giving instructions, not noticing that Aunt Yan had been staring at her.

"Mom, what are you looking at?" The young man wondered

Hearing this, Aunt Yan looked away in a panic, no, nothing.By the way, what is the last name of this doctor? "

"It seems to be Song."

"Song, it's different. It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be." Aunt Yan murmured softly, not sure if she was relieved or disappointed.

Song Qingzhu didn't know that he went directly to the pharmacy when he got out of the ward. After the medicine was prescribed, he thought about it and went to the dean's office.

"Dean." Song Qingzhu knocked on the door.

The dean saw that it was Song Qingzhu who came, put down his work and walked over, "Director Song, what else is there?"

Song Qingzhu took out a card of his own from his pocket, "This is a little donation from the doctors and nurses in our hospital. I hope you can introduce more new medical equipment. I also wrote the password of the card on it. I hope you can It helps you a little bit."

The dean was stunned for a moment, and said gratefully, "Don't worry, I will spend every penny of this money wisely, but I also have a heartless request, and I also ask Dr. Song to pass on some experience to me during the few days I am here. us."

Song Qingzhu agreed straight away, "Of course there is no problem."

In fact, the money in that card is the reward she got from working with Ye Tingfei in the past few years, and it is useless to keep it in her hand anyway, it is better to add some new equipment to the hospital.

As soon as he walked out, Song Qingzhu saw two unexpected people in the corridor.

One is Rong Jingchen, and the other is Rong Junchu.

Song Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, and walked over in two or three steps, "Why are you here?"

Rong Jingchen pursed his mouth and complained, "Xiao Qingqing, you are so serious, you don't bring me and uncle when you go out to play."

Song Qingzhu's face was dark, "I'm going to the countryside to work, so why come out to play. Rong Junchu and you too, why did you bring him to such a place?"

She hasn't forgotten that Rong Jingchen has a bad stomach, and the sanitary conditions here are limited, if he eats again, it will be troublesome.

Hearing this, Rong Junchu looked up at Song Qingzhu, and said, "You're gone, who will fix my leg?"

"I left a prescription. During this period of time, you only need to follow the prescription, soak your feet with traditional Chinese medicine on time, and massage."

"But you are my attending doctor, you left the patient and ran away, Dr. Song, is this your sense of responsibility?"

"I..." Song Qingzhu was at a loss for words, and replied with a guilty conscience, "I didn't run away. I'm working. It's the hospital's request to send me to the countryside."

"You were not included in the initial list." Rong Junchu said lightly, with no emotion visible on his face.

"I am in order to actively respond to the activities of the hospital."

Rong Junchu looked at her inexplicably, which made Song Qingzhu feel guilty, and changed the subject stiffly: "When are you going back?"

"We came here to play, how can we go back right away." It was Rong Jingchen who answered her.

Song Qingzhu looked at Rong Junchu speechlessly, raised his forehead and said, "Rong Junchu, does it matter if the company doesn't have you?"

What she really wanted to ask was "Is your majestic president so free?", but she didn't dare, so she put it in a euphemistic way.

"Ah."

Song Qingzhu: "...I still have patients, so you play slowly and have fun."

After speaking, Song Qingzhu slipped away.

After working for so long without eating, and the meal time in the hospital cafeteria has passed, Song Qingzhu had no choice but to buy instant noodles.

But as soon as he arrived in the yard, Song Qingzhu found that the door of his room was open, and there were a lot of luggage of unknown origin inside.

"Whose property is this?" Song Qingzhu muttered, frowning, "Didn't the dean say that I live alone in this courtyard?"

As Song Qingzhu said, he caught a glimpse of a familiar object in the corner, and his heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this Rong Junchu's computer?How could it appear in her room.

Just as he was wondering, there was a siren sound outside the yard, and a Bentley parked carelessly at the gate of his yard.

Song Qingzhu watched Rong Jingchen bring down two handbags with a dumbfounded look.

"What are you doing?"

Rong Jingchen blinked, tilted his head and said, "We'll live with you."

"You...you?" Song Qingzhu pointed to Rong Jingchen, and then to Rong Junchu and Lin You who came from behind.

Lin You shook his head hastily, no, he is not.

Rong Jingchen nodded, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"Then you live here, where do I live?" Song Qingzhu asked blackly.

"Of course you live with us!" Rong Jingchen said as a matter of course, "It's not the first time we live together, Xiao Qingqing, what are you so shy about?"

Song Qingzhu: "..." Is this a question of being shy or not?