The strongest medical saint

Yaoyao smiled and said nothing, the best relationship between two people is that you are making trouble and I am laughing.

Zhang Bufan was busy treating illnesses in the hospital, and had long forgotten the agreement with Song Qing, "Where is your doctor Zhang?"

"Doctor Zhang? What Doctor Zhang? There are several Doctors Zhang in our hospital." A little nurse said impatiently, "I'm busy, don't delay my work."

"Hey, wait a minute, I'm looking for your doctor Zhang Bufan."

"Do you have a reservation?"

Song Qing thought for a while, nodded, then shook her head again, "I don't know if it counts as an appointment."

"If you have it, you have it. If you don't, you don't have it. Forget it, don't make trouble here, you'd better go away. I have an operation to help in a while, so I don't have time to chat with you here."

Song Qing was a little disappointed, and no one answered Zhang Bufan's phone call. He is currently undergoing surgery and has no time to care about it.

Song Qing just sat there and waited, thinking that he would come out when Zhang Bufan got off work at the latest.

After Zhang Bufan had the operation, it was already very late, and he was about to go home to rest. When he found Song Qing sitting on the chair and almost fell asleep, he remembered the agreement with Song Qing.

Seeing Song Qing who was in a daze, Zhang Bufan hurried over, "Song Qing, Song Qing, I'm so sorry for making you wait for me for so long, there are too many surgeries today, I don't even have time to look at my phone , I forgot the agreement with you."

Song Qing stretched her waist, with a nonchalant expression, "Oh, our Doctor Zhang is finally free."

"Let's go, I'll treat you and go to our office." Zhang Bufan suggested.

"I think let's forget about today. You are so tired, you haven't eaten yet. How about I treat you to dinner?"

"That's not good, I promised to treat you today."

"It's okay, isn't there a special situation." As soon as Song Qing finished speaking, she heard Zhang Bufan's stomach growl.

"Haha, what did I say, and you're still fighting with me here, let's go eat." Song Qing dragged Zhang Bufan to a nearby restaurant.

"The noodles here are very delicious, don't dislike them." Song Qing was afraid that Zhang Bufan would not be used to this kind of place.

"How come, I often come here to eat, but I really don't know this noodle restaurant, try it and see how delicious it is."

"Haha, boss, here are two bowls of noodles."

"Girl, it's you again."

"Yes, uncle, business is good today."

"It's all a blessing for you regular customers." The boss said modestly.

"Where, the noodles made by the boss are delicious, so I brought my friends here to eat." Song Qing said proudly.

Zhang Bufan also stepped forward to say hello, "Hi, boss."

He looked the boss up and down, wondering what the boss would taste like if he was an ordinary-looking boss.

The shop was very quiet, everyone was eating their own food, a man yelled loudly, "Boss, here's a bowl of noodles."

The people around also looked over one after another. The man's face was a bit fierce, with sharp edges and corners, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not a good person.

The man said fiercely, "What are you looking at!"

"Who are you?"

"That's right, it's really overbearing."

A young couple turned their heads away, discussing in a low voice, but the restaurant is so big, it is easy for the man to overhear.

The man passed by Zhang Bufan, carrying a gust of cold wind on his body, and came in front of the couple, "What? What did you just say?"

The husband on the other end was about to stand up and say something when the man stuck a knife into the table. The young couple were so frightened that they shivered.

"It's better to be more careful when you speak next time." After finishing speaking, the man saw that the young couple didn't respond, and added this sentence, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard it, I heard it."

Only then did the man pull out the knife and walk to his desk.

Zhang Bufan couldn't understand it, he stretched out his feet on purpose, the man didn't pay attention to his feet, and accidentally tripped, but fortunately he supported the ground with one hand, otherwise he would have to fall and eat shit.

The others couldn't help laughing, but the young couple had suffered from being dumb, as if they didn't dare to laugh.

The man became scared and looked around fiercely. Zhang Bufan was eating as if nothing had happened, and he walked up to Zhang Bufan.

Zhang Bufan still acted like a normal person, "Song Qing, these noodles taste good, you are really right."

Song Qing didn't understand the current situation, but felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. She raised her head and her eyes met the man's eyes, then lowered her head with a guilty conscience, "Um, yes, yes." Even her speech stuttered a little .

After the man met Song Qing's eyes, his eyes never left Song Qing's eyes, and his mind also got off Zhang Bufan's body, and walked to Song Qing's side, "Girl, you're pretty good, you're in a relationship with this kind of coward." Isn't it a pity for one piece?"

Zhang Bufan didn't answer after hearing this, and continued to eat noodles, saying to Song Qing, "Eat quickly, I have something to do later."

Seeing that these two people ignored him, the man suddenly became angry, "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me!"

Zhang Bufan smiled and said politely, "Are you talking to us? Sorry, I was too focused on eating and didn't notice."

Everyone inside noticed that it was Zhang Bufan who tripped people up on purpose, and they were very happy in their hearts.

"You boy, don't play tricks on me here." The man stabbed the knife into the table, and he realized that he couldn't stick it in. Only then did he realize that Zhang Bufan was holding his wrist, and he couldn't move even with all his strength, " You boy, what does this mean, sincerely against me?"

"I don't dare, isn't it that you are going to stab me with a knife? I can't be unresponsive, can I be a fool?" Zhang Bufan's tone was relaxed, and he didn't look scared at all.

"You see so many people are watching, I can't lie, and you still have a knife in your hand, I'm not wrong." Zhang Bufan deliberately lowered his posture, with an aggrieved look, which made people feel uncomfortable. I can't laugh or cry.

The man felt speechless, and thrust the knife down with all his strength, but Zhang Bufan couldn't move his wrist at all.

Song Qing looked at the man from the side, and couldn't help but want to laugh, Zhang Bufan stabbed the man's wrist to the side, looking anxious, "Oh, I'm scared to death, help, help, this People are going to stab me to death, it scares people to death."

Everyone inside could hear that Zhang Bufan said this on purpose, but they were also a little worried about him, but no one dared to act rashly.

At this time, a person came in at the door, wearing clothes like ordinary people, seeing the man stabbing Bufan, and shouted, "Stop!"

The man was taken aback for a moment, and then the knife fell to the ground.