gloves

【43】

"Miss Nurse, may I ask, is there a person named Shang Zhuoxi here?" Wang Shili looked around, and the First Hospital should be right here.

"Shang Zhuo...you mean Director Shang?"

"Director? Just a tall one, with blond hair, blue eyes, always wearing..." When it comes to the first two characteristics, the nurse understands:

"Miss, go to that building. This is the Department of Internal Medicine. Last month it was Director Keshang's turn and it was Surgery." The nurse replied patiently.

"Oh, ok, thank you." Wang Shili came to the building that the nurse said. She couldn't figure out what it was about medicine and surgery, but felt that in the hospital, everywhere was the same smell.

"Handsome guy, may I ask which office your Director Shang is in?" Wang Shili felt like a curious baby, asking everyone she saw.

"Miss, do you have an appointment?" the male doctor asked.

"Huh?", I'm just looking for someone, and I still need to make an appointment?

"No...no." Wang Shili smiled awkwardly.

"Then what's wrong with you?", the male doctor always remembers the medical teaching of his head, the patient is an angel and God, and he should treat every patient patiently at any time, even if he is asking for directions.

"Uh...do you have to feel uncomfortable to see your Director Shang?" Wang Shili looked at the male doctor with big innocent eyes:

"It's like this, I just want to..." After speaking, the elevator door in front opened, and Wang Shili's eyes lit up. A familiar blonde woman in a white coat came out of the elevator with a pen and a notebook. It was Shang Zhuoxi!Wearing a white coat, she has a good feeling, and there are two little nurses behind her:

"Hey, Shang Zhuoxi!" Wang Shili happily raised her hands to greet Shang Zhuoxi, only to see that the person being greeted looked at her inexplicably, turned her head, and approached the ward expressionlessly, as if I've never met such a welcoming person.

"Miss, please don't make too much noise, so as not to disturb the patient." The male doctor reminded apologetically.

"I'm sorry, um... I... I'm not feeling well in the neck, can I do it? Is it okay if my spine hurts? How about my feet hurting too?" Wang Shili said in a hurry, as if she was afraid of delaying something.

The male doctor looked at the lady, trigeminal neuralgia, do you still need my permission if you feel pain?

"Miss, you can call the orthopedic surgery number next to you, then go to the fourth floor, turn left and wait in the innermost office." The doctor was speechless. If it weren't for Wang Shili's good looks, he probably would have withdrawn a long time ago.

"Okay, thank you handsome guy."

"Next." Shang Zhuoxi lowered his head and wrote the doctor's order while letting the patient behind him in.

Wang Shili was still used to the orderly rhythm on the plane, and finally it was her turn after waiting in a long queue, which seemed to be more tiring than a day at her workstation.

The moment she stepped into the office, Wang Shili was both excited and nervous.

"To get these two medicines, you should avoid strenuous exercise in the near future, and remember to come back for a review in three days." Shang Zhuoxi explained.

"Okay, thank you doctor." After the patient left, the office suddenly became quiet. Did no one come in?

Shang Zhuoxi looked up and saw Wang Shili standing by the door, it turned out that she was the one who greeted her just now.

Wang Shili is wearing a long floral dress and a small cardigan on her upper body, which is quite different from her appearance in flight attendant uniform. She looks like a little girl of forest style.

"I was just in rounds, so I didn't say hello to you, I'm sorry." Shang Zhuoxi looked at her and said apologetically.

"Do you still remember me?" Wang Shili was secretly happy, and the other party smiled.

"Come here." Seeing Wang Shili standing still by the door stupidly, Shang Zhuoxi shouted at her, there are a lot of patients behind, she doesn't have that much time to chat.

"Ah? Oh." Wang Shili trotted up to Shang Zhuoxi, not knowing where to put her hands.

"Wang Shili, right?" Shang Zhuoxi looked at the name on the registration form, and then started to write on the paper.

"Yes!", Wang Shili stared at Shang Zhuoxi's head, pouted, didn't even remember the name, hum!

"Where is it uncomfortable? When did it start? Is there anyone in the family who is also like this?" Shang Zhuoxi regarded Wang Shili as a pure patient.

"Uh, this..." Wang Shili got nervous and forgot that she was uncomfortable when she registered just now. She thought for a while and said:

"Oh, my neck hurts, and my spine is a little uncomfortable, er, the last year or so," and sometimes it's really sore when I say it:

"At home...they seem to be a little bit.".

Shang Zhuoxi stopped writing, stood up, and pinched the back of Wang Shili's neck, but such a simple action made the person in his hand blush in an instant.

"Will it hurt if I do this?" Shang Zhuoxi stared at her neck, and Wang Shili stared at Shang Zhuoxi's chin.

"No...it doesn't hurt." Wang Shili quickly shook her head.

"How about this?" Shang Zhuoxi moved his hand to a certain position on her shoulder and neck, and the force on his hand increased a little.

"A little... sour."

"..." Shang Zhuoxi's hand moved down, and held her waist again, pressing his fingertips against the spine, Wang Shili's face, who was ignored, was almost as red as fire.

"Then what about here?" The voice was still not the slightest bit warm.

"...I...itch~", Shang Zhuoxi's face was covered with black lines.

"It's not a big problem for you. It's just a small problem that 90.00% of the people in the world will have, let alone you who are flight attendants. If you have nothing to do, move your neck more, do things like raise your head, and sleep with a pillow. Don't be too high." After finishing speaking, Shang Zhuoxi was about to ring the bell to call the next one.

"Hey, wait..." Wang Shili blushed and grabbed the sleeve of Shang Zhuoxi's white coat, quickly took out her mobile phone and dialed the number under her name plate.

The phone on the table vibrated and flashed.

"Then, this is my number, remember it." Wang Shili picked up the mobile phone on the table one step ahead of Shang Zhuoxi, quickly typed the three letters "wsl" in the note, and then returned the mobile phone to Shang Zhuoxi Zhuo Xi then hurriedly rang the bell and shouted for her:

"Next person.".

Wang Shili's movements were completed in one go, Shang Zhuoxi was stunned on the spot holding the mobile phone, she had never seen such a strange person in the hospital, but it was really unprecedented for someone like Wang Shili, but soon, Shang Zhuoxi put what happened just now It goes to the back of the head and throws itself back into the busyness.

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"...Yes, I haven't enjoyed such wonderful music for almost five years...", the people at the table sighed with joy and comfort brought to them by art.

"Miss An, Liszt's "Dream of Love" that you played at the finale in Norway last year left a deep impression on me, I still remember it now." Mr. Essa gestured with both hands, and then raised his glass.

"Really? Chu Jie feels a little sorry for Mr. Essa's concern." An Chujie lightly clinked glasses with him and said jokingly.

"On behalf of the German classical music community, I sincerely invite Ms. Ann to attend the 200th anniversary concert of James Levine in May. How about you as a soloist?"

The dinner table is always a good place to discuss cooperation and projects, and it seems that no matter how elegant art is, it will ultimately serve the world.

"It's Chu Jie's honor for Mr. Esa to say that. I'll adjust the time and see if I can arrange it." An Chujie said apologetically.

Being able to receive such an invitation, no one would refuse it in their hearts, but the past few years of hard work has also made An Chujie understand a truth, that is, you must always let others feel that your time is extremely precious and unacceptable It's a lot, so that others can give you equivalent cherish and respect when you give him your precious time.

"Oh? Could there be an event more important than this in the music industry in the past few months?" Mr. Esa clenched his wine glass tightly, he was worried that An Chujie would refuse.

"Hmm, that's not necessarily true." An Chujie laughed, with red lips and bright teeth, so that Mr. Essa couldn't bear to force her.

"Okay, Miss An, I look forward to your reply.".

Two years ago, An Chujie burst into the eyes of European people by playing an adapted version of "stayawhile" at the Liszt Memorial in Italy, and occupied people's ears. She has participated in various large and small activities in other places, and has also held several personal recitals, accumulating a wealth of experience. Of course, she mainly develops in China. A fact that she does not know is that she is in Europe. Her popularity has far exceeded her domestic popularity. Many of the musicians under rlm also became famous abroad in the early days and then returned to China to develop.

"Mr. Li, I respect you for this cup." An Chujie usually doesn't talk much, and she is not the kind of person who likes to talk big at dinner, but she understands everything in her heart. If she sees herself, then it is impossible for An Chujie to come to where she is today, at least, it will not be so smooth.

The only thing she can do is to ignore all the olive branches bowing to her and stay in rlm with peace of mind.

"Chu Jie." Mr. Li drank the wine in his hand happily, without saying anything.

After the banquet was over, rlm's hosts settled the guests down, and Mr. Li asked An Chujie to stay.

"Chu Jie, sit wherever you want." Mr. Li said standing behind the sofa. His office is small and clean, a bit like a study at home.

"It's okay, just sat and felt uncomfortable after eating." After so long, An Chujie's concept of superiority and inferiority still hasn't weakened at all with the closeness of the relationship.

"Chu Jie, if I tell you to sit, you should sit. Don't treat me as a leader or a boss. Aren't we friends? Sit down, I want to chat with you like friends." Mr. Li combed his hair meticulously. At the back of the head, although black and white are intertwined, it is particularly spiritual.

Respect is worse than obedience, An Chujie sat down and looked seriously at the man who was worried.

"Chu Jie, is the company putting you under a lot of pressure? Tell me the truth, there is no one else here, so it's fine." Mr. Li started making tea while talking.

"It's not a lot of pressure, Mr. Li." An Chujie smiled and told the truth.

"That's good. Here, drink it. This tea is the least bitter and very fragrant."

"Thank you." An Chujie picked up the tea cup and blew on it.

"Like you," Mr. Li laughed:

"What I mean is, Chu Jie, you are very clean. I see you, you have never seen any man around you, what's the matter? Have you never met a suitable one or...I found that you are quite close to Mr. Qi." , Mr. Li also sat down, clasped his hands together, put his elbows on his knees, and looked at An Chujie intently.

An Chujie pursed her lips, and followed Mr. Li's words to search her memory. She didn't seem to have any relationship with any man. She laughed and said:

"Mr. Li, do you think I should have it?" As expected, the tea liquid lingered in her mouth, and An Chujie completely relaxed.

"Chu Jie, do you know? I have a daughter, she is three or four years younger than you..." Mr. Li no longer smiled as he spoke, and the thick frame of the mirror pressed against the bridge of his nose up, casting shadows under his eyes.

"If she is still alive, it's time to talk about her boyfriend. When she grows up to your age, maybe I can see her in a wedding dress. She is as beautiful as you. Maybe, I will become a grandpa..." , Mr. Li took off his glasses, his voice choked up, An Chujie sat next to him, and thoughtfully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Mr. Li seldom mentioned this matter to others. Whenever she saw An Chujie, she would always think of her daughter, but today she suddenly felt it.

"It's okay, Mr. Li, I too... haven't seen my dad for a long time, a long time.", this is the seventh year, and she doesn't even know whether he is dead or alive.