In-house help system

On Sunday morning, a man wearing black narrow-leg pants recklessly broke into the long and narrow vegetable market, tripped over a little girl carrying a schoolbag, hit an oncoming bicycle, and fell headlong into the egg stand next to him. The few chickens in the cage were frightened, flapping their wings and cooing.

Everyone put down their work one after another and looked at it with curious eyes.

Following the man was a middle-aged woman wearing a printed skirt. She stepped over the mess he created and came slowly with her plump body.

Panting heavily, the identity of the person who disrupted the market order was revealed.

"Root! Rob!"

Whispering voices rolled violently like waves.

The robber, who was inexperienced and unfamiliar with the terrain, hurriedly stood up from the egg stand with his arms propped up. The egg liquid on his head also slid down with his movements, leaving a large pool of marks on his face.

He raised his hand and wiped his eyes indiscriminately, and saw a circle of passers-by in his field of vision. They lowered their heads and talked softly with the people beside them, while pointing at him.

A little girl with colorful headbands hid half of her body behind her mother, looking at him and secretly smiling.

All this hurt the remaining self-esteem of the robber. He suddenly reached into his trouser pocket, took out a spring/knife, and began to cut through such an embarrassing situation with a sharp blade.

There were screams everywhere, and the surrounding people retreated to both sides in a panic, and a small road was opened invisibly-it intersected with the main road.

The robber walked forward while waving the spring/knife, proud of his wit, but suddenly caught a glimpse of several gray-green figures rushing in at the fork.

Their hawk-like eyes swept away, and quickly locked on to him, pushed aside the bustling crowd, and walked towards him.

The robber panicked, looking for prey across the dodging people around, and fixed on a thin girl.The girl let out an "ah" sound, and immediately held back, because the snow-white blade had already rested on her neck, wiping out a line of bloodstains.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

The rushing police had to stop.

During the stalemate, a one-yuan coin flew silently across everyone's shoulders, drove forward, and hit the robber's wrist accurately.

With a bang, the spring/knife fell to the ground, and the surrounding policemen seized the opportunity they didn't know how to get, and rushed forward.

The robbers were quickly taken away, and the witnesses were no longer there. They left, either out of fear or eager to share the thrilling news with their families.

The gurgling flow of people is like a tide, coming and going leisurely, carrying the bustle when they come, and returning it when they leave.

When the tide receded, no one noticed that there was a gravel left behind.

"Boy, what are you looking for?"

Ji Wenliang raised his head.

It was an old man wearing a white cotton sweater, and his crooked body was supported by a brown walking stick.

"Master, I lost my money."

"Money? How much is it?"

"A dollar, a coin."

"One dollar..." The old man walked around in a circle with difficulty, and suddenly he tapped the bottom post of the order stand with his cane, "Isn't this...isn't this here?"

Ji Wenliang saw that the coin was lying quietly in the broken vegetable leaves.

"Thank you, sir, your eyes are so nice!"

"Huh! Of course," the old man said with a smug expression on his face, "Don't look at my age, my eyes are much better than you young people. You guys, even if you always look at your phone, you don't know what to look at... ..."

The nagging voice gradually faded away, Ji Wenliang bent down, picked up the coin, and stared at it for a while.

Although it has changed its body, its accuracy in throwing things is still pretty good.

he thinks.

After buying a live old hen and letting the shopkeeper clean it up, he also bought some hawthorn and goji berries. After stepping on the lively cries, Ji Wenliang walked home.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Father Ji sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing thick reading glasses, struggling to read medical journals.

The old man had just retired from the position of dean not long ago, and he has not yet adapted to such a life of idleness. He heard the sound of the door, pulled down the periodical that covered his entire face, and looked through the glasses. He looked back silently.

"Dad, I'm reading a book."

"What can you do without reading?"

"Don't bother with him, he's just too idle."

Ji's mother put the wool on the coffee table, and took the shopping bag from Ji Wenliang's hand.

"Bought chicken? Oops, I don't know how to stew this."

Ji's mother was the director of the oncology department before she retired, and meals were settled in the hospital cafeteria, so how could she have time to do this.

"It's okay, I will. Don't you always say that takeaway is not nutritious? I cook it myself in the rented house, but the taste may not be so good, just don't dislike it."

"I didn't study hard when I went to college, and I thought about it all day long."

Father Ji glanced at it and said.

"Hey! You man, when your son was studying, you kept nagging. When this man came back, you started to find fault again..."

Ji's father stepped on the exposed wire, staring and said: "When did I say it? What did I say?"

"Didn't you say that it's difficult for your son to go to a university so far away, so you urged me to call, call..."

"I was afraid that he would hang out with some cronies again and lose the face of the old Ji's family!"

"What do you mean? Ah, this is your old Ji's son, not mine?"

"Mom, Mom," Ji Wenliang didn't know how and why the battle started, he hurriedly pulled Ji's mother into the kitchen, "help me wash some rice."

Soon after, the sound of the TV rang in the living room, and Ji Wenliang asked while chopping vegetables: "Mom, why is Dad's temper getting worse and worse?"

"Just idle! How many patients did your dad take care of in a day? How many meetings did you hold? Now that he's retired and can't find anything to do, why don't you just quarrel with me?"

"Why don't you take my dad to practice swords too, I think Uncle and Aunt Fang downstairs are pretty good at practicing."

"Your dad won't go, oops, don't talk about this, I'll ask you something."

Mother Ji turned around suddenly and closed the kitchen door.

"What's wrong?" Ji Wenliang stopped cutting vegetables.

"Son, Mom asks you, do you have any friends now?"

She is so mysterious, Ji Wenliang naturally understands what it means.

"Mom? Why did you mention this suddenly? Besides, didn't you and dad disagree?"

"Before was before, can it be the same as now? In the past two years, Mom has also seen that you are indeed much more sensible than before, and we don't have to worry about you being with dubious people, although... although you I don't like women, but I can't be single all the time, can I?"

When did the original owner come out of the closet?

Ji Wenliang was startled, and quickly recalled the memory of the original owner through the system.

Even from the perspective of a bystander, it was a very tragic past.

The original owner was born in a wealthy family. His father is the director of Jing’an Hospital in City A, and his mother is an expert in treating tumors. The two have devoted too much energy to their own fields—and human energy is always limited. So when they found their son dancing in a drunken high school uniform with a man in a suit at a gay bar, they reacted like normal parents—carried their son home, confiscated all his communication devices, And beat him up.

However, the hunger strike their son insisted on had to make them make concessions. They accepted the fact that he didn't like women, on the condition that he was admitted to medical school and gave up his damn music dream.

And the son did it, but he chose the medical school farthest from home-that was the premise of starting another crazy journey.

If all goes well, after graduation, he will enter the hospital where the male lead is arranged by his father, be captured by the male lead's halo, and become his faithful younger brother.

It's a pity that the original owner who broke away from his parents lived too recklessly in college, and unfortunately passed away suddenly after several nights of drinking.

At this time, Ji Wenliang's soul left the world where he had lived for thousands of years and came here.

He hasn't had time to return to the original world, and he hasn't had time to clear his memory.

And in this world, an urban story of reunion after a broken mirror has begun.

The male protagonist Feng Ming and the female protagonist Qiu Luoluo met in university, and the two had a vigorous and enviable love affair, but when they were about to graduate, they parted ways due to a misunderstanding. Surgeon, and the heroine chose to go abroad to pursue her dream - to become a wedding dress designer.

Many years later, when the heroine returned to China, she suffered a heart attack the moment the plane landed and was sent to the hospital.

The male protagonist became her chief surgeon, and this interrupted love revived... Of course, the contribution of the original owner's younger brother is indispensable here.

"Son, what do you think?"

Ji Wenliang came back to his senses.

"It's nothing, Mom, I see."

"What do you know? What does it mean to know? Son..."

"Mom, hurry up and taste whether it's light or not."

Just as Ji's mother was about to say more, she choked on a spoonful of chicken soup.

At the dining table, Ji's father who had been silent all the time said: "You will go to work tomorrow, I will call Director Wang in a while, and you will study hard with him in the future, don't idle around all day."

Ji Wenliang swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Director Wang? Which Director Wang?"

"It's the director of the Cardiac Surgery Department," Ji's mother interjected, "Don't you remember? He came to our house when I was young. He is your father's student. Let him take care of you, so we don't worry."

"Dad, who else is there in our department besides Director Wang?"

"What? Can Director Wang take you?"

"That was not what I meant."

How much psychological shadow did the original owner cause to his father?

"Dad, don't I want to know in advance? You know, the Internet is full of official information, and I don't know what they are like in private and how they get along."

Ji's father felt that he still had a heart, and his tone finally stopped being harsh.

"Working well is the most important thing, but this, the relationship between colleagues cannot be ignored."

Ji's mother continued: "Yes, this is also important. Director Wang is very kind, you can ask him any questions. You still have... Old Ji, that, what is that called? I bought it a while ago The dishes are still there."

"Chen Miao." Father Ji added.

"Yes, yes, yes, Chen Miao, is she the deputy director now? I heard that she divorced her husband? All the children..."

Ji's mother's movements in every household are almost every detail.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the topic, Ji Wenliang hurriedly tried to stop it.

"Ms. Wang, Mr. Chen, right? Are there any more?"

"And there is Qi Zuoshan."

"Old Qi retired with you, don't you remember?"

Ji's father let out a long sigh, and thought for a while, "That's the young one left, what's his name... Oh, look at my memory."

He put down his chopsticks, stood up from the chair, walked to the living room, picked up the medical journals on the coffee table, put on his glasses again, and walked back to the dining room while turning the pages.

"Ah, here it is, Feng Ming."

Ji Wenliang stood up and leaned over.

An article related to congenital diseases was published in the journal, and the genus name was Feng Ming.

"This young man is not bad. I heard Lao Fang mention it."

"Dad, I think it's better not to bother Director Wang. There are so many experts in the hospital. I can follow anyone. When you call, it seems that I have been in your favor. It is not good for your reputation to speak out."

"Oh, you still know how to think about me?!"

This is really the prodigal son turning his back and bumping into a ghost.

"Then it's up to you."

Ji Wenliang hummed, and said, "I'm done eating."

He went back to the room and took the magazines on the dining table casually.

The author has something to say:

Haha, I, Hu Hansan, are back again!This world should be relatively short, and there will be no abuse. After two worlds, two people have not yet been able to fall in love, so I want to let two big babies fall in love! ! !stamping! ! !

I checked some medical information recently, and it turns out that the lines are like mountains...

The next day is a bit more difficult, and the next day should be able to do it... Forget it, I still don't promise casually... Set a small goal first, finish writing this world this month, fiu-