General practitioner + special episode

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Zhou Qun: [Isn't it?I thought you had finished the inspection, and there was nothing you could do about it. The CDC arranged it like this, and it was scheduled for the National Day holiday, and then the investigation will start...]

After saying this, Zhou Qun pretended to have fallen into a deep mountain and ran away without any network or signal.

The problem of insufficient time left Song Fei with a headache.

For more than half a month, they have been rushing to check the files and materials. Although she took the relevant materials for the investigation, she did not tell her colleagues what to do.Although the steps of the investigation process are similar, the problems that arise each time are different.

Calm down... calm down... can't calm down!

Song Fei really wanted to hit someone!

After returning home, Song Fei was still angry at Zhou Qun's news, and complained to Zheng Qian: "It's too bullying, the schedule is so tight, I don't think I can go on..."

Thinking of Liu Lin's disappointed expression on her, Song Fei felt his whole body lose strength.

Zheng Qian was confused: "Aren't those two groups of people from the same department?"

"of course not!"

"Then there are quite a lot of leaders above you." Zheng Qian put this situation into the workplace and asked curiously, "With so many leaders, will they fight with each other? If this happens, who do you listen to?"

Song Fei: "...there is an idiom called disaster to pond fish."

Zheng Qian understood: "Understood." The bottom layer should be as peaceful as chicken.

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The next morning, when Song Fei stepped into the cubicle, Yan Zhixiu was already standing next to the locker, arranging her things.

Song Fei: "Is it so early?" Forty or fifty documents may seem like a lot, but if there are no patients for a day, it can still be done.

"It's easy to finish early." Yan Zhixiu couldn't help yawning.

Jiang Dan passed by them: "Sleeves, you don't have to come early, just come in time for your meal."

"Isn't this to make Da Song feel at ease earlier?" Yan Zhixiu yawned again, her long eyelashes were stained with tears, and her tone was laziness.

"It's better for young people to stay up late." Ding Jiquan put down his small cloth bag and couldn't help but say a few more words, "Practicing medicine must set an example first, so that patients will be more willing to believe what the doctor says."

Yan Zhixiu responded again and again, and didn't make much excuses.

"Did you stay up late last night?" Song Fei asked Yan Zhixiu after the others left, "If that's the case, you can come back in the afternoon. If you can't finish it, there are others."

"No," Yan Zhixiu said, "It's just that I couldn't sleep, probably because I was too excited to go on vacation."

"...Just three days off, is it worth celebrating?"

"Of course," Yan Zhixiu shrugged, "after all, it's the motherland's birthday."

Song Fei: "..." It makes sense.

Before 08:30, there was already a long queue at the registration counter in the free area, and people kept going to the machine to pick up the number. The length of the queue was far from sight.

Song Fei registered as usual, and parents from all walks of life asked and coaxed their children, and the children cried one after another.

Around eleven o'clock, the residents were busy making lunch, and the number of people gradually decreased. After typing out the last patient's bill, Song Fei checked the time and took out a piece of paper for registration.

"It's time to eat, what do you want to eat today?" She first asked Zhang Jinli who was in charge of the injection today.

It is impossible to go too far for a meal, there are only a few restaurants near Changchun Garden, and the dishes are all in rotation.

"You eat..." Zhang Jinli just wanted to say that she can buy whatever she wants, but suddenly thought of what happened yesterday.

"What did you buy for the sleeve? I want it too!"

"At your own expense, dear."

"Buy! I have money!"

Song Fei choked, leaned over and whispered, "Actually, I haven't figured out what to buy for my sleeves yet."

There are really no exquisite and high-end restaurants near Changchun Garden.

Zhang Jinli glanced at her: "You promised so bluntly, I thought you were going to have a full banquet."

"..." Song Fei was silent for a long while, and held back a sentence: "If I knew it, I would have changed my career to be a cook."

Not only to be a cook, but also to be the kind of cook who is so popular—I can do what I want, and you have to eat what I do, and I don’t have the right to choose.

Zhang Jinli gave her an idea: "You buy a copy of everything for your sleeve, and let her choose whatever she wants."

"Buy them all? Pick whatever you want? What a bad idea."

Zhang Jinli despises it: "It's useless for you to watch so many idol dramas, but you haven't made any progress at all. This is obviously a way of buying food that combines the domineering president model - if you love you, you will give you everything I have, and turn you into a pig. "

The previous sentence is okay, but the latter...

"Raise a pig?"

"Ahem... I slipped my tongue." Zhang Jinli patted her cheek and straightened her expression, "Accidentally said what was in my heart. I'm sorry, but I can ignore my thoughts."

Then, she added, "Even if it's a pig, it's still a happy little golden pig!"

Totally worthless proposition.

Before Song Feilin left the house, Zhang Jinli was still trying to save her image as a think tank: "I'm serious, if someone delivered me food like this, I would be so happy - wouldn't it even cover my dinner?"

Song Fei took Zhang Jinli as the background board, and went out of the gate to inspect several restaurants along the road one by one, looking at the menu and pondering.

What to eat?

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