The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Don't worry about it."

"No need, no need."

Taoist Priest Li and Ding Hong answered almost at the same time. After looking at each other, Taoist Priest Li smiled and said, "We have already agreed that Miss An has helped me to learn skills, so what is the point of talking about rewards? Besides, I just felt your pulse, not diagnosed. If I am not good enough, I might even have to pay you money!"

An Yi smiled when he heard this: "Master, you are too modest. If you really said that, you would have been forced to travel around the world to avoid debt. How could you still be as stable as a rock here?"

Taoist Priest Li didn't expect Miss An to be so funny and couldn't help laughing.

"How is her health?"

Such inappropriate words naturally came from Ding Hong, who was always out of touch with the times. Taoist Li and An Yi smiled at each other helplessly.

"Well, Miss An is not seriously ill, please be at ease. However," Taoist Li said, straightening his posture slightly, adjusting his wide sleeves, and smoothing the few strands of beautiful beard hanging on his chest, as if he wanted to wear down someone's temper, and then he slowly said, "She still has some minor ailments."

"Please speak clearly!" Ding Hong leaned back in his chair. Although his posture was leisurely, his imposing manner did not diminish in the slightest. He spoke word by word, almost gritting his teeth.

An Yi looked at her boss sideways, complaining in her heart: Chinese medicine doctors are always steady and confident when diagnosing diseases, which is very different from the style of Western medicine doctors who get straight to the point with test reports in hand. Therefore, she was prepared in advance, but why is the boss even more impatient than her? However, with the boss's vigorous personality, this move is not uncommon. Just don't make the master angry.

Taoist Priest Li was not angry at all. Instead, he understood some things more. He stared at the young man from the Ding family who was sitting opposite him. Their eyes were locked and the atmosphere was tense. They seemed to be looking for the answers they wanted in each other's faces.

Just as An Yi was struggling over whether to resolve the awkward situation, Taoist Li smiled and said kindly, "I have been friends with Brother Ding for nearly twenty years, so I naturally have some understanding of your personality. I know that you are a quick-tempered and straightforward person. But I still need to ask one more question: How much do you know about Miss An's basic information? This will save me some time and worry later."

"I know it very well. Please feel free to tell me."

The conversation between the two confused An Yi. Why did the master ask the boss if he didn't know her? What was he worried about? Suddenly, she thought, could it be that what Taoist Li was going to say involved some part of her body?

Aaaaah! Oh my god! This won't work!

"That... Li... Taoist priest." An Yi was so flustered that her tongue was not working properly, and she didn't know how to start for a moment: "Um... does my situation involve some..."

She struggled with how to express the word "gynecology". Her cheeks flushed with anxiety. She hated herself for being conservative and pedantic. If she said it out loud, it would not attract attention. She would be more embarrassed to say it out loud. But it was difficult to unify reason and action. She could only look at Taoist Li, hoping that she could understand her embarrassing situation.

"Please don't panic, Miss An. Firstly, we doctors will not disclose the patient's privacy in front of outsiders; secondly, Miss An doesn't have any serious problems in this regard." After saying that, the old Taoist gave An Yi a reassuring look.

The master is indeed a master! Taoist Li is so taciturn that he can understand even the vague expression! An Yi gave Taoist Li countless thumbs up in her heart. However, she turned her head to look at the boss beside her and thought, "You are a grown man, but you are not my relative. Why don't you avoid suspicion and leave automatically!" If it weren't for Taoist Li's words, she would have been careless and didn't realize that Ding Hong should not stay here to listen to her condition.

Ding Hong naturally understood what the two were hinting at, and he just snorted disdainfully: "Speak what I can listen to, what she can understand, please start as soon as possible." But in his heart he said:

I leave? Then why am I doing this? Isn't it just to find out what your physical condition is like? Don't you want to fool me again?

You won't let me hear it? Will you tell me later? And you will definitely ask Old Man Li to protect your privacy.

Although old man Li usually laughs and scolds, he is very serious about the patient's request. In the end, I didn't get a single word.

Can you follow the doctor's advice? As a result, I will just end up working in vain. How can I let this happen?

dream!

"Boss, when the doctor announces the patient's condition, outsiders need to stay away, and sometimes even relatives are not allowed to attend." An Yi finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"That's what Western medicine does, Chinese medicine doesn't need that."

"How could that be! I've also seen a Chinese doctor, it's a rule."

"An Yi, please understand: I found the doctor for you, I did the favor, and the medical fee is considered a work-related injury and will be reimbursed by the company. If it's not suitable for me to hear, you can ask Taoist Li to tell you privately, but I need to hear the rest."

"Well, thank you for asking the master to treat me. Thank you for doing me such a great favor. I will repay you as long as I have the chance. You don't have to force me to 'count' it as a work-related injury." An Yi emphasized the word "count" which hurt her self-esteem. "If it is, then it is. If it is not, I will pay for the consultation myself. After all, hypoglycemia is my old problem."

"Repay? With what? I don't have the final say on work-related injuries, so is it you? Pay the medical fee? Do you know how much it will cost?"

The boss asked several questions in a stern tone, which aroused An Yi's anger to the peak: "How much? I want to hear it. Can I, An Yi, pay it even if I sell everything I have?"

"You don't need to know. In other words, if I don't know the cause of your illness, how can I tell whether the company needs to bear your medical expenses? Do you think employees only need to submit an invoice to get reimbursed for medical treatment? Medical records, test reports, and drug lists are all necessary, so don't mention the patient's privacy rights. If it's all privacy, there will be no corporate medical reimbursement system!"

An Yi was stunned and wanted to say: Don't judge, I can just bear it myself! You can go away! But she had no idea how much the consultation fee was. What if it was really a sky-high price?

Thinking of Youyou, his parents and the salary he had earned through hard work, it would be a lie to say that he didn't feel sorry for her or didn't care. Besides, he couldn't let this profiteer save the money he should have paid! In the end, being poor makes one inferior, but An Yi was unwilling to be inferior. He was so troubled that he couldn't say a word and could only stare at his vicious boss.

It was all her own weak character that had put her in this situation. When her boss asked Taoist Li to take her pulse, she should have firmly refused; when he threatened to call an ambulance, she should have taken the gamble without fear.

Now, my horoscope has been calculated, my pulse has been taken, and my illness has been examined. I have completely lost my right to speak and initiative. I am like a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. Even asking for the right to privacy has become a joke!

An Yi's eyes began to darken, and she knew that her energy, which had not been replenished much, was about to be exhausted again. But there were doctors and medicines here, so there was no danger of fainting, An Yi thought to herself with self-mockery. The mist in her eyes gradually thickened, and she habitually bit her lower lip to prevent herself from shedding even a tear that represented her vulnerability in front of this domineering and arrogant man.

A sigh came, and then his jaw was gently pinched: "Okay, stop biting, doesn't your lips hurt?"

An Yi used the little rationality she had left, turned her head back and adjusted her emotions, but she refused to loosen her lips obediently. Instead, she bit them even tighter, as if this would allow her to take revenge on someone. Although it hurt, she felt happy in her heart.

"I really can't do anything about you. How can biting yourself be considered revenge? This is my hand. Wouldn't it be more satisfying if you bit my flesh?"

Sure enough, a slender hand was handed to An Yi, and moved close to her lips, suggesting that she could bite it.

Boss, you really are... maddening! An Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after this incident, she calmed down.

"Two young friends, can you listen to me for a few more words?" The old Taoist priest sitting opposite smiled and interrupted. He found it very interesting that the two kids had quarreled in this quiet place. There hadn't been such an outrageous thing in this Taoist temple for a long time. But he couldn't just stand by and watch. After all, he was a Taoist practitioner and an elder.

An Yi's cheeks turned red in embarrassment, and he nodded quickly to listen.

Taoist Li thought: He is a good kid with a thin skin and a kind heart, nothing like that boy who is unscrupulous and just makes others angry!

The culprit who was "disdained" by Taoist Li, after seeing An Yi finally loosen his tightly clenched lips and teeth, returned to his previous leisurely sitting posture, with a lazy tone: "Master, please speak."

"Miss An, I'm afraid your low blood sugar this morning made me too worried, so I was too harsh in my words just now. I hope you won't mind, Miss An."

Unexpectedly, the first sentence of Taoist Li was to apologize to him on behalf of his boss. An Yi quickly waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. Thinking back to his dying state and his boss's worried and anxious expression, he felt relieved and his expression gradually eased.

With just a few words, he actually persuaded this stubborn woman. Old man Li, your amazing medical skills are matched by your way of speaking, which can turn decay into magic. Indeed, how can someone who can deal with so many powerful people be just a simple doctor? Ding Hong calmly gave a thumbs up to Taoist Li.

Taoist Li glanced at Ding Hong indifferently and thought: I have such a miserable life. This is the second time I have covered for you in such a short period of time. If you dare to do it again, I will definitely not help you!

Ding Hong naturally understood the unspoken warning from the elder, but he was really protecting him, so he nodded slightly to indicate that he would restrain his words and actions. He was secretly upset that he had just made the little woman angry with his words. He didn't have the habit of mental abuse, but his comfortable vigilance and rejection often annoyed him.

The road is long and far away, and I will search up and down.

This famous quote from Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" really resembled his mood at the moment, and Ding Hong couldn't help feeling melancholy and self-pity.