The Wife of Wife: The President of the Star

As soon as she returned to the office of the inpatient department, the chief resident doctor came to her: "Dr. Pei, we rearrange the schedule every month. Do you have any special requirements? Can you be on duty every Tuesday and Sunday?"

"I... I don't have any special requirements, but can you not arrange me to be on duty on Sunday?"

Hospitalization is always a little unpleasant.No one wants to be on duty on weekends, and every time he schedules a shift, he will have a headache for several days.Finally, a newcomer came, and he even said that he didn't want to be on duty on weekends.

"I know no one wants to be on weekends, but everyone has to take turns..."

"It's not that I don't want to spend weekends! It's just that Sunday is really inconvenient. Even if I'm on Saturday!"

If possible, Pei Zhanzhan really didn't want to be on duty on Saturday and Sunday, but that was obviously too unrealistic.

In comparison, Lando's games are mostly on Sunday nights, and occasionally on Saturday nights, so she would rather be on Saturday night shift.

The face of the hospital manager eased a little: "Okay, then I have arranged for Tuesday and Saturday!"

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On Monday morning, in the consulting room, Pei Zhanzhan saw the patient and family members in front of him get up and leave. Pei Zhanzhan immediately pressed the call button and called the next one.

After watching the game last night, I stayed up late to write a paper. I came to work without much sleep. I didn’t feel sleepy before, but after seeing patient No. 30 non-stop, she began to feel a little dizzy. Very heavy.

She seized the time to close her eyes slightly, and used her head to write a "meter" character in the air, to relax her head and cervical spine.

Sensing that the next patient came in and sat down on the stool in front of her, she hadn't finished writing the last stroke of the character "米", so she asked while writing the stroke with her head, "What's wrong with you? "

"What's wrong with you?" The visitor asked back.

Hearing this voice, Pei Zhanzhan was so startled that he stopped abruptly before finishing the last half of the last stroke.

When he opened his eyes, it was indeed Lando.

He was looking at her steadfastly, with no expression on his face, but there was a ripple in his deep eyes.

is distressed.

"Are you unwell?" he asked.

"What are you doing here?" She felt a little flustered, tugged at her white coat, and sat upright.

"I'll come and see you!" His gaze stayed on her and never left.

"Don't make trouble! I'm busy! There are dozens of days in the morning! Get out quickly, don't delay my work!"

"I'm registered! You can't drive me out! The registration form is here!" Lando threw a registration form over, with a smirk on his lips, "Be careful, I will complain about your refusal to treat patients, drive patients out, and have a bad attitude."

Pei Zhanzhan stared at him: "Then are you sick or not?"

"I'm really uncomfortable." He looked serious, not joking.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Pei Zhanzhan buried his head and scratched in his medical record.

In fact, it was nothing more than writing the date, and she just used it to avoid Lando's gaze.

"I don't feel well anywhere. If I can't see you, I feel uncomfortable all over. Now that I see you, I feel even more uncomfortable." Lando's tone seemed to be a little...aggrieved?

"Why do you feel uncomfortable?" Pei Zhanzhan still raised his head.

"My heart hurts! Can I feel sorry for you?" Lando remembered that as soon as he opened the door just now, he saw her frowning slightly, her expression was tired, and her face didn't look well, so he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Then can you go out and feel bad? You are really delaying my affairs here!"