Surgeon Master Andrology
Chapter 9
"Well, Cen Yan, right?" Gong Zhaonan saw that Cen Yan kept his head down and was busy, and he didn't intend to talk to him, so he started to talk, "Do you have no friends? Hey, what do you think of me?" ?”
Cen Yan didn't even give him a look, and Gong Zhaonan didn't mind, he felt that the stubborn energy buried deep in his bones that he thought he would show up all his life had been easily aroused by this Cen Yan, "Look, me, man Handsome, warm-hearted, considerate, sensible, in short, I will do all the good things that this society can do now, and I can definitely take you out of the shadows!" The more he talked, the more vigorous he simply stood up and propped his uninjured arm on the table. Lowering your upper body, you put your head closer, "I've heard people say that most doctors don't understand your illness very well. I think you have a mental problem! You..."
"Put it down." Gong Zhaonan was babbling vigorously when he was interrupted mercilessly by Cen Yan. He curled his lips and threw the cigarette case he had just handed back on the table again. "If I knew I had such thoughts, I would have spoken earlier. It would be a waste of my brain cells."
Cen Yan put down the things in his hands, leaned back on the chair and gave the order to evict the guest, "Go back to your own ward."
"Do you think I'm annoying?" Gong Zhaonan asked knowingly, "What should I do, because I really like to watch you." He deliberately paused, and then said, "You're annoying me and you can't drive me away!"
"What did you eat to grow up?" Cen Yan's question was clearly an inexplicable question on this occasion, but the tone of his question was as casual as if he was asking what you had for dinner tonight, so all of a sudden Gong Zhaonan was also confused, he subconsciously said "ah?", "what did you grow up with?"
"When you were young, your family was suspected of hunting hippopotamus and cooking soup for you." Gong Zhaonan didn't realize what he meant for a while, and now he only had one conclusion in his head, this Cen Yan, who can't ask questions when talking to people , whether or not the question came out of his mouth became a statement.
"Did your elementary school Chinese teacher not teach you the tone of voice and the use of words?" Gong Zhaonan deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "ah", "Why don't you cook some soup for me? Is that it? I don't know how to ask others Do you need to use this interrogative word?! No, the hippo cooks soup? What a mess, how can the hippo..." Then he reacted in an instant and wished he could pounce on Cen Yan and strangle him to death, "Damn it, you called me thick-skinned ?”
"You don't understand, do you?" Cen Yan also intentionally emphasized the pronunciation of "Do", "Still, you really don't understand."
"Cen Yan..." Gong Zhaonan sat down heavily on the chair with a look of great frustration, "I want to make peace with you, if this continues, I will really be played to death by you."
"Not interested." Cen Yan only threw these three words to Gong Zhaonan, and then he meditated again, without sound.
"Hey," Gong Zhaonan became excited again seeing him like this, "I am a person who only bows his head when lighting a cigarette, you are always happy!"
"You only lower your head when you light a cigarette, and then your hair grows?" Cen Yan said this time a question that he couldn't ask anymore. He really didn't want to mess around with this Gong Zhaonan, but he was disturbed by Gong Zhaonan's back and forth. So he got on the bar.
Gong Zhaonan couldn't stand it anymore because of Cen Yan's frequent interruptions. He looked at the person opposite him intently, and asked respectfully, "Cen Yan, do you lack a younger brother?"
Cen Yan didn't even give him a look, and Gong Zhaonan didn't mind, he felt that the stubborn energy buried deep in his bones that he thought he would show up all his life had been easily aroused by this Cen Yan, "Look, me, man Handsome, warm-hearted, considerate, sensible, in short, I will do all the good things that this society can do now, and I can definitely take you out of the shadows!" The more he talked, the more vigorous he simply stood up and propped his uninjured arm on the table. Lowering your upper body, you put your head closer, "I've heard people say that most doctors don't understand your illness very well. I think you have a mental problem! You..."
"Put it down." Gong Zhaonan was babbling vigorously when he was interrupted mercilessly by Cen Yan. He curled his lips and threw the cigarette case he had just handed back on the table again. "If I knew I had such thoughts, I would have spoken earlier. It would be a waste of my brain cells."
Cen Yan put down the things in his hands, leaned back on the chair and gave the order to evict the guest, "Go back to your own ward."
"Do you think I'm annoying?" Gong Zhaonan asked knowingly, "What should I do, because I really like to watch you." He deliberately paused, and then said, "You're annoying me and you can't drive me away!"
"What did you eat to grow up?" Cen Yan's question was clearly an inexplicable question on this occasion, but the tone of his question was as casual as if he was asking what you had for dinner tonight, so all of a sudden Gong Zhaonan was also confused, he subconsciously said "ah?", "what did you grow up with?"
"When you were young, your family was suspected of hunting hippopotamus and cooking soup for you." Gong Zhaonan didn't realize what he meant for a while, and now he only had one conclusion in his head, this Cen Yan, who can't ask questions when talking to people , whether or not the question came out of his mouth became a statement.
"Did your elementary school Chinese teacher not teach you the tone of voice and the use of words?" Gong Zhaonan deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "ah", "Why don't you cook some soup for me? Is that it? I don't know how to ask others Do you need to use this interrogative word?! No, the hippo cooks soup? What a mess, how can the hippo..." Then he reacted in an instant and wished he could pounce on Cen Yan and strangle him to death, "Damn it, you called me thick-skinned ?”
"You don't understand, do you?" Cen Yan also intentionally emphasized the pronunciation of "Do", "Still, you really don't understand."
"Cen Yan..." Gong Zhaonan sat down heavily on the chair with a look of great frustration, "I want to make peace with you, if this continues, I will really be played to death by you."
"Not interested." Cen Yan only threw these three words to Gong Zhaonan, and then he meditated again, without sound.
"Hey," Gong Zhaonan became excited again seeing him like this, "I am a person who only bows his head when lighting a cigarette, you are always happy!"
"You only lower your head when you light a cigarette, and then your hair grows?" Cen Yan said this time a question that he couldn't ask anymore. He really didn't want to mess around with this Gong Zhaonan, but he was disturbed by Gong Zhaonan's back and forth. So he got on the bar.
Gong Zhaonan couldn't stand it anymore because of Cen Yan's frequent interruptions. He looked at the person opposite him intently, and asked respectfully, "Cen Yan, do you lack a younger brother?"
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