Get rid of the slag and attack me and the disabled boss [Transmigration Book]

He Jimin stuck his fingertips on his lips, and finally rubbed it around with the tip of his tongue before finishing.

He didn't expect Xing Zhuo to be so honest when he was kissed, and this time He Jimin saw the other party's eyes.

It's a bit like amber, and a little bit of light refracts in it and it's surprisingly beautiful.

After wandering around for a while, He Jimin had some impressions of the book, and many things began to become clearer the longer he stayed in the book.

He Jimin was wandering in the street by himself, and he didn't know whose shirt he was wearing. He frowned and followed the logic of the narrative in his mind, and called a taxi.

"Chengyuan Avenue, Taoist courtyard."

When the driver in front heard He Jimin finished speaking, he looked at the rearview mirror twice, and then his eyes straightened.

The main reason is that I have never seen such a sign before, and I can hardly move my eyes just standing there, because the skin is fair, and the eyes are a little bit wobbly when looking at people. The driver was stunned for a while, and then said "Where do you live?"

He Jimin propped his hands on the window, and was thinking about something with his brows pressed together. He was reminded by the driver, and he smiled, "That's right."

Relying on the identity of the original owner, He Jimin, he took a taxi with a lower grade.

The place he went to was the villa area closest to the city.

Then He Jimin picked out his name from the phone's blacklist and clicked to dial.

The voice on the other end of the phone is crisp and clear, it should be a young customer.

"My ancestor, you are finally willing to answer my phone call, this time we are obedient—"

"Wen En, take me back," He Jimin only said these few words to the other end of the phone.

Wen En is He Jimin's childhood friend, and now he is helping the He family's business. He is clever and has no evil intentions. He just persuaded He Jimin to turn around and wear out the soles of countless pairs of shoes.

In the book, He Jimin’s family is rich and has a big business, but he himself was admitted to the city honestly and started working as a grassroots doctor. After a few years of going to school, Wen En diligently persuaded him for a few years.

It turned out that for the first time today, it was He Jimin who called.

"Have you figured it out?!" Wen En subconsciously amplified his voice again to confirm.

"The location has been sent to you, come pick me up," He Jimin's tone cooled down, he glanced at the taxi driver who hadn't left yet, and continued, "Bring me some clothes when you come, and go to my house first."

"Wait, I'll go right away," Wen En's voice couldn't be suppressed, and He Jimin moved his phone away.

"Boy, I'm not talking about you," the driver inside poked his head out, "I'm an old fox with so many years of experience, you don't have to pretend to be familiar with the road, and I won't kill you, the clock is clearly marked, get in the car just go."

He Jimin straightened his hair facing the reflective car glass, "I'll wait for the driver."

The uncle lying on the steering wheel grinned, "It's awesome, you should put it away, I'll give you a discount, you can go or not."

He Jimin also smiled and said, "I'll wait for the driver."

"Huh? Let me tell you," the driver said without leaving, "Then I'll spend time with you. I really don't believe you can do anything."

For the next 10 minutes, the driver kept muttering, "I have seen a lot of young people like you who use their faces to support their appearance. Don't talk about bragging skills, it has become stronger from generation to generation."

While he was talking, he saw another car on the road.

The black business, Rolls-Royce, is now pressing down on the ground and coming towards it.

He kept his eyes straight until the car stopped beside him.

"What you said is true, you finally think about it, I'll wait for this day—" Wen En said that he was a little choked up, and there were only a few more tears in his eye sockets.

He Jimin sized Wen En up first before opening his mouth, "Have you got the clothes yet?"

"It's all brought here," he slapped his hands twice after speaking, "Be quick with your hands and feet, the young master is in a hurry."

Wen En saw a taxi with a green background and yellow stripes parked next to him, and he went over to talk to him, "Master, it's okay, you can take over the work, we are happy to see the young master at last. Well," then turned his head and lowered his voice, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for this job, the young master of the He family, it's just you, your watch, if you cheat him once," Wen En said When he said this, all the flattery on He Jimin's face just now was gone, and a cold face was put on again, "To put it bluntly, just don't wait."

The driver inside nodded quickly when he heard it, and smiled, "I just said that I look different from other people's temperament. You said that my kindness is too much trouble, how can this Buddha be accommodated in my car? Let's go, hit, hit."

The driver's face was hot and sweaty, he couldn't press the accelerator under his feet, and the car jumped forward in a circle.

He Jimin, who was in the other car, put on fresh clothes, and then gradually opened his brows.

After looking at Wen En who got into the car, he asked him, "What's the situation at home now?"

When Wen En heard him say this, he paused first, then grinned widely, and raised his voice a few degrees, "It's not a big deal, it's He Yuanzhuo."

He Yuanzhuo is He Jimin's younger brother, he pretends to be obedient at home, hoping to get rid of his brother and take the position. In addition, He Jimin in the original book has no ambition at all, except for Hou Fangyuan in his eyes, he can't pretend anymore In addition, afterward, nothing belonging to the He family fell into He Yuanzhuo's mouth.

Of course not.

"Understood, make arrangements tomorrow night, I will meet my father." He Jimin said so.

"Evening? Aren't you going now?" Wen En didn't understand.

"Go to bed first." He Jimin was only wearing a white shirt, lowered his head and unbuttoned it, rolled it up to his elbows, and then said, "Tired."

In fact, He Jimin has a lot of real estate under the name of province B, but Hou Fangyuan doesn't know much about it. He Jimin in the book is always afraid that Hou Fangyuan will be pressured if he knows his background, and his father is extremely disgusted with his sexual orientation, so as long as He Jimin Min made up his mind to follow Hou Fangyuan, and the future property of the He family had nothing to do with him, so the original owner He Jimin's family relationship was basically kept from Hou Fangyuan.

Fortunately, the other party didn't ask much about this matter, lest He Jimin would want to lie and prevaricate.

Wen En directed the driver to turn around, and at the same time looked silently at He Jimin beside him.

At night, He Jimin slept in the nearest house. He specially chose a small house. After a wave of relaxation, he refreshed himself and went to the hospital where He Jimin worked in Shuli.

He Jimin remembered that in the original book, the original owner was a surgeon, and he was basically the same as his own profession, so when he arrived at the hospital, he was familiar with his instincts, and his connections were basically in his mind.

The profession of doctors, especially surgery, is basically on call. Except for surgery, there is basically no time at his disposal every day. He Jimin has the memory of the original owner, and he also has the number of operations to be done today in his mind. The original owner He has already mastered the basic four-level surgery, which is a bit worse than He Jimin himself, but to a certain extent, He Jimin is completely competent.

"Wen En, you are outside, you don't need to go up, there are three surgeries today, the time is not sure how long, if you have something to leave, let me know," He Jimin actually felt incredible when he explained.

A soft bun like the original owner can have such neat skills.

In the original book, He Jimin passed the exam within one year of his master's degree, and now he is also called an attending physician.

This is the threshold of touching the scalpel.

But He Jimin can do more than that.

"Yo, Xiaohe is here."

He Jimin glanced at the speaker, ignored him and walked straight to the surgery office.

The person who was talking just now was also a doctor in a white coat, his sleeves were also rolled up to his elbows, he looked young, and there were two inscriptions on both sides of his cheekbones that looked like a knife carving, and his words were also mean, "He Ji Min, what am I calling you, are you deaf?"

He Jimin walked with big strides, and walked in a hurry. He didn't hear much of the provocation just now, so he asked the night shift doctor and nurse to discuss the situation. He took off his clothes and walked around the ward by himself.

"Doctor He?" The nurses at the nurse's station didn't recognize the upright body when they saw it at first. Doctor He's spirit has never been so good.

Dr. He is gay, everyone knows that he has an unclear relationship with Hou Fangyuan, and it's a pity that Dr. He is such a good person behind the scenes.

Dr. He's killing on the operating table is resolute and does not bring it into life at all. He is polite to everyone outside the operating room, with a dull smile on his face. It is obvious that such a good technique is dragged down by his temper. Everyone in the hospital Dishonest doctors and nurses, and even newly recruited interns dare to step on his head.

Even so, he was not angry.

But today, it is obviously different.

The little nurse who was easy to talk to before had never seen He Jimin's sense of relief today.

The gentle smile on his face is all relaxed.

"Don't worry, just come and have a look." He Jimin replied, flipping through the medical record and treatment plan in his hand, without looking up, "You are busy with your work, I will turn around."

He Jimin looked at it seriously, and then an extra arm appeared on his shoulder.

The man also said, "Who told you to move these notebooks, take the key to the warehouse, and get me two tubes of pen refills, the damn ones ran out again."

He Jimin first frowned at the arm on his shoulder.

This man is dirty.

"Let go," He Jimin closed the record, knocked those hands off with the blue edge, and then got impatient, "Shen Qiuyang, are you sick?"

Shen Qiuyang, who has no skills but has a background, graduated three years ago and has yet to pass the professional title exam, He Jimin is gay, and he was the one who took the lead in making a fuss, making the whole hospital know it.

"Say it again?" Shen Qiuyang stretched his neck, and wanted to put his hands on He Jimin, but then his wrist hurt, and with a crisp sound, his arm was released, and the key hooked in his hand came out of the window on the sixth floor. The mouth flew out, and he yelled in pain, "Wait, wait, it's fucking dislocated!"

He Jimin twisted the person and pushed forward, and deliberately put more strength on his hands, "The front of the clothes is a high-risk infection area, is it fun to lean on it?"

"You're still a doctor, but your body really can't support these clothes." He Jimin shook his head away and continued to look down at the case in his hand.

The little nurse next to her took a deep breath and hurried up to persuade, "Doctor He, forget it, Dr. Shen is just fun, and he was joking with you."

Shen Qiuyang is related to the family, and the local relationship in the family is very strong. The nurses all know that He Jimin is a foreigner. He is usually friendly and dressed in plain clothes. Presumably the family conditions are the same. The family spends money and time, and works hard. The postgraduate students who were brought up really couldn't have a direct conflict with Shen Qiuyang.

Shen Qiuyang got excited when he heard someone persuade him, his arms were dangling limply on his shoulders, and he yelled, "Damn He Jimin, I've never been afraid of anyone, aren't you Hou Fangyuan's dog? Hmm? Come here to bite? You—"

When Shen Qiuyang said the second sentence, He Jimin took off his white coat, and put it in a square shape on the round table in the nurse's station.

Then he raised his foot and kicked Shen Qiuyang's useless arm, squatted down and leaned on his face and said, "You may not have heard clearly, I said you—"

He Jimin didn't keep his toes on the person on the ground, and said the words on the other person's face, "I'm sick."

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Thank you for the little angel who threw the grenade for one;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 4 Fu pens; 3 Ke Ke Ke Ke Ke; 2 white-faced scholars;

20 bottles of little angel ten-year lamp thanks to irrigation nutrient solution; 10 bottles of Taosheng super nice, Kekekekeke; 8 bottles of Chasing White Girl; 5 bottles of Xiaojiu lili;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!