The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

National Academy of Medicine.

The sky was completely dark, and sporadic moonlight poured down through the window, filling with a deep and wise light.

Lao Yelei was sorting out recent cases when he suddenly saw an email in his mailbox.

He raised his lower eyelids, slightly stunned.

Subconsciously adjusted the frame of the glasses, and then hurriedly opened them.

When he read the contents of the email clearly, Lao Yelei's gray beard couldn't help but cock up in excitement, he patted his knee twice, and shook his water glass.

There was little movement.

But the emotion of joy is palpable.

The assistant caught a glimpse of Lao Yelei's reaction inadvertently, pursed his lips, was a little surprised, and asked tentatively, "Doctor Lao, what happened?"

He has been with Lao Yelei for so long.

It is rare to see Lao Yelei's emotions leaked out, most of the time his face is very calm.

If you have to ask him, when was the last time Dr. Lao laughed...

It was probably ten days ago when Dr. Lao Yelei accidentally ran into his friend Jiang Nan in the First Hospital of the Imperial Capital.

So this time?

"Hahaha." Lao Yelei narrowed his eyebrows and eyes with joy, and tugged at his mustache, "Girl Jiang's patent application has received a positive reply from the Patent Office."

In recent years, the development of traditional Chinese medicine has been in decline.

Prescriptions that can pass the patent review are even rarer.

Jiang Nan's prescription for treating stomach cancer is like a source of flowing water, injecting vitality into the lifeless development of traditional Chinese medicine.

Good thing!

It is a great thing!

When the assistant heard the words, he suddenly understood, congratulated again and again, and said, "Should I tell Miss Jiang about such great news?"

Lao Yelei patted the table, realized belatedly, and stopped smiling a little, "Yes, yes, I have to tell Jiang girl."

He picked up the mobile phone on the medical record, clicked on the chat record with Jiang Nan, and started typing.

After typing a few lines, it suddenly occurred to me that Jiang Nan seemed to be participating in some talent show, and his mobile phone could not be used.

Lao Yelei frowned, and deleted the newly edited message.

"What did Miss Jiang say about the talent show?" Lao Yelei didn't know much about the entertainment industry, and even the name of the show was forgotten after hearing it.

The assistant reminded: "Is it "Idol 101"? Ms. Jiang seems to have indeed participated in this program."

Moreover, the wind reviews are not very good.

This sentence, the assistant thought about it or held back.

"That should be this." Lao Yelei carefully recalled the content of the chat with Jiang Nan before, as if he did hear the number "101".

He thought for a few seconds, "Today is a bit late, tomorrow I will go to Idol 101 base to find Jiang girl."

Lao Yelei's assistant is also good at surfing the Internet, and said, "Miss Jiang and the others seem to have a performance tomorrow, so they may be busy."

"Performance?" Lao Yelei didn't quite understand, "What is this?"

Assistant: "It's a public performance, and Ms. Jiang will perform on stage tomorrow."

Performing on stage should be similar to speaking on stage.

There should be a lot of things that need to be prepared in the early stage.

Lao Yelei's eagerness to see Jiang Nan was suddenly extinguished by half.

The corners of the mouth tugged down, and the wrinkles deepened a little.

The air in the room became somewhat silent.

At this moment, Lao Yelei came up with a new method ingeniously, "Go and help me contact the program team to see if there are any extra tickets."

The assistant looked at Lao Yelei's gray hair, old arms, and old legs, and his eyes widened in horror.

???

Lao Yelei's tone was firm: "I'm going to see Jiang Yatou's performance!"

***

The next day.

Liang Feng took the package from the guard and put it on the coffee table, "Boss, this is the national style outfit sent by Yizhu."

The production cost of each piece of Yizhu's clothes is very high, and the production process is exquisite, time-consuming and labor-intensive.

So it is rarely mass produced.

However, fortunately, these six pieces of clothing were finally made before the performance.

Liang Jingzhi nodded, opened the package, checked it carefully, found no problem, and then closed the express box again.

"Boss? How about I send it to Miss Jiang?" Liang Feng said, looking at Liang Jingzhi, his tone was very considerate, and he was dutiful as a subordinate.

"You go, it's not convenient." Liang Jingzhi took out the packaged dessert from the kitchen, and picked up the express box.

Liang Feng didn't know, so he asked, "?"

No.

Where is it inconvenient?

Just send something.

Liang Jingzhi glanced at Liang Feng.

"I'll send it off, it's justified."

Liang Feng: "?"