Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Zhang Fan continued to laugh, his smile a bit sad, although he really wanted to choke Jiang Beiyuan to death because of the paper.

"Then look, my 30,000-word essay that you tore off, can you help me..."

"Help you write?"

"Ah yes, you have resigned now, you are a vagrant, you must have a lot of free time!"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan stood in front of the elevator door, his slender index finger pressed the down button.

Suddenly he looked sideways and looked at Zhang Fan, with a leisurely smile.

"Okay, you are sure to let Grandpa write it for you, right?"

"amount……"

Zhang Fan pressed the corners of his mouth vigorously and thought for a while.

By the way, Jiang Beiyuan is not a doctor now, and he no longer takes a scalpel. There should be nothing that can threaten him.

But why did he still feel that something was wrong? Why did he feel so flustered and short of breath, like walking on thin ice?

"Well, let's get to the point. You tore my 30,000 words indiscriminately. Or you can help me share the 10,000 words..."

The farther behind, Zhang Fan's voice became quieter, almost inaudible.

"Help you."

Jiang Beiyuan suddenly agreed in one breath.

Then Zhang Fan stood there with a dazed expression, watching Jiang Beiyuan's figure hidden between the elevator doors, and gradually disappeared from his line of sight.

He just agreed?

Why did his right eyelid suddenly jump so fast? Hey...

...

The metal glass of the elevator contrasted with a pretty face that was not cast.

Only Jiang Beiyuan was in the elevator.

He stood quietly, with a stiff body, seeing the number change layer by layer, from 8 to 1 gradually, the countless "Doctor Jiang" in his ear echoed with the change of numbers, which were auditory hallucinations and memories.

It's been eight years.

He became an official physician at the age of twenty.

It has been eight years now.

Over the years, I have seen a **** body, touched a cold heart, cut a tumor, removed glass slag, and sent people without breathing and heartbeat from the operating room to the morgue.

These eight years have been long.

He closed his eyes.

The elevator descent in just a few seconds is like a few spring, autumn, winter and summer.

After the cold and the heat, there may be no such person as Dr. Jiang from now on. All the memories during this period, whether painful or happy, pass away with time.

With a beep, the elevator door opened.

Jiang Beiyuan opened those black eyes and strode out.

The goal was the little woman sitting on the doorstep, waiting for him to come downstairs.

Seeing him, she waved at him, smiled like a flower, and then made a "let's go" gesture.

Jiang Beiyuan's frown stretched.

Only then did I feel stunned.

But after seeing Yan Nian, the depressed mood was wiped out.

He has to leave anyway, no matter where he goes or what job he does, she is by his side.

That's enough.

"young married woman……"

Walked over, stood still in front of her, and then raised his hand to touch the top of her hairy hair.

"What are you doing?"

Look at him incomprehensibly, nothing good, no good things!

Jiang Beiyuan shook his head and smiled at her. Compared with the treacherous face of Zhang Fan, his smile this time is sincere.

"I think my wife is so cute."

"Oh, you always had an operation, changed your mind, and changed your mouth?"

Yannian said jokingly, she also wanted to follow Jiang Beiyuan's appearance and touch his hair.

But he grew so tall, and she raised her arms so long, but still couldn't touch the top of his head.