Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

When it was time to get off work, the night shift nurse hadn't come yet, so Aning simply let the others go first while she stayed to take over the shift. After a while, two doctors came back, watching them change out of their white coats and wash their hands.

Is the operation finished?

Unable to control his mood, Aning picked up a pack of tissue paper on the table and stepped forward to ask about the progress of their operation.

They thought An Ning was the nurse on duty tonight and didn't think much about it. One of the doctors wearing glasses shook off the water on his hand, took the tissue handed over by An Ning, shook his head and told her: "Not yet, the last surgery." It’s not easy to do, even the director has done it himself, it should take more than three hours.”

More than three hours?

An Ning glanced at the time subconsciously. It was now six-thirty and it would be already nine o'clock after the operation. Then wouldn't he have to go through the operation on an empty stomach?

An Ning frowned when he thought of this. He must be very tired after a day of surgery, and he might have forgotten his appointment with her in the morning.

After thanking them, Aning absentmindedly returned to the nurse's station. She could vaguely hear them talking about the difficulty of today's surgery.

Just when she was hesitant to leave first, the night shift nurse called her and asked her to help cover the shift for a while. She was delayed by something and would arrive later.

Aning readily agreed, thinking that there was nothing going on anyway. For some unknown reason, she breathed a sigh of relief now, hoping to find an excuse for herself to stay.

Most of the people on the night shift were doing registration and ward rounds, and the infusions in the ward were almost done. Except for the fact that there was still an operation to be completed, there was nothing going on at the moment. Aning sat at the nurse's station and started to stare blankly.

She didn't know how long it had been before she looked at the time. It was eight forty, thinking that the operation would be over soon.

Sure enough, I heard the sound of a flat cart being pushed from the corridor. A group of people gathered around the flat cart, chattering and talking to the patient lying on it. Jiang Yan was wearing a white coat over a hand-washing gown. Although he was wearing a mask and a hat, he looked... There was no face, but she could see it at a glance.

It's Jiang Yan.

His eyes are so recognizable, they are sultry peach blossom eyes, narrow and round, with light amber pupils that look gentle but always give people an unreasonable sharpness, and the eyelashes are clearly defined.

Upon seeing this, Aning quickly pushed the treatment cart over. The moment Jiang Yan saw her, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his voice when communicating with the family members paused.

He walked to the end of the bed and told Aning about the data that needed to be tested after the surgery. While other people's attention was not on his side, the young doctor bent down and came to her ear through the mask, and said in a clear voice: "I'll go change clothes and wait. Give me a moment."

When she came to her senses, the man had already left the door of the ward, leaving her with a beautiful and upright figure. There was a vague smell of cedar in her nose, and she reached out and touched her ears.

Well, it's a little hot.

After dealing with the patients who had just come out of the operating room, the night shift nurse also arrived. She brought some desserts to Aning and said sheepishly: "Thank you so much, Xiao Chu. I brought you some pastries. Take them back." Eat at home.”

Looking at her dusty appearance and the sweat scattered on her forehead, Aning handed over a tissue and said, "You're welcome. Everyone has emergencies and maybe it will be my turn next time."

After finishing her shift with her night shift colleagues, Aning changed her clothes and left work. When she walked to the elevator, she was about to send a message to Jiang Yan when his voice came from above her head.

"Long wait, Nurse Xiaochu."

He lowered his eyebrows, his amber eyes full of smiles, and looked at Aning tenderly, with a clear jawline.

Aning raised his hand and pressed the elevator, pursed his lips, and said with an unnatural expression: "Sister Ya, I have something to do in the evening and asked me to help with the shift. It just happened to be, and I am not waiting for you."

Jiang Yan said "Oh", and then the elevator arrived. He pulled her into the elevator, lowered his eyes and asked her, "Have you eaten?"

Aning looked at the fuzzy tall man in the elevator's mirror and whispered back, "Eat."

In fact, she didn't eat. She watched the takeaway for half an hour and didn't know what to eat, so she simply stopped eating. She wasn't hungry anyway.

"Then come and eat with me."

Jiang Yan drove Aning to a noodle shop near the hospital. It was probably closing time and there was no one in the shop. The boss was sitting at the cashier not knowing what to do.

Jiang Yan took her to a seat and asked her if she had any taboos, then went to order food.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a simple white coat and black trousers, with a straight back and a cold white ankle exposed as he walked. The boss seemed to recognize him and greeted him familiarly, and looked at Aning meaningfully.

"Dr. Jiang, who is your girlfriend?"

Jiang Yan moved his eyelashes slightly when he heard this. After ordering the meal, the word "girlfriend" suddenly occupied his mind.

Suddenly, he suddenly thought of something and smiled brightly. If his girlfriend were her, she would be great.

The young doctor lazily raised his eyes, his pupils filled with tiny lights.

"It will be soon."

The boss was doing the accounting and didn't hear clearly what he said. He only heard the last two words, "Yes."