After introducing someone to the boss, I became his only favorite

Qiao Xingran followed Zheng Youxuan into the doctor's office. Zheng Youxuan's position seemed to be quite high and he had a separate office.

"Sit on the sofa first, and I'll find medicinal wine for you." Zheng Youxuan smiled, put down the medical records in his hand, and began to search through the cabinets in the office.

"Okay, thank you."

Qiao Xingran sat down on the sofa with some restraint, and accidentally saw a framed photo on the coffee table. The two people in the photo, one was Zheng Youxuan, and the other looked familiar, but he couldn't tell where.

Just as Qiao Xingran was thinking blankly, Zheng Youxuan had already found the medicinal wine, with a faint smile on his handsome face.

"Okay, lift up your trouser legs."

Qiao Xingran was stunned for a moment, and quickly lifted up his trouser leg. He didn't pay attention to it last night, but now he lifted up his trouser leg and found that his right calf was bruised the size of a fist.

"It may hurt a little, bear with it a little bit." Zheng Youxuan pinched the white leg in front of him, looked at the bruise, and said softly.

"I'll do it myself." Qiao Xingran shrank her legs subconsciously as her warm fingertips touched her skin, feeling itchy.

"It's okay, I'm a doctor, and I'm naturally much more proficient in these things than you."

Hearing what Zheng Youxuan said, Qiao Xingran compromised, watching him squatting on the ground, pouring the orange-yellow liquid into the palm of his hand, and slowly applying it to his calf.

The medicinal wine was a bit cold, Zheng Youxuan's strength was not heavy, but the sourness from being knocked was not light, Qiao Xingran gritted his teeth and stared at Zheng Youxuan's hair.

"Just say it if it hurts, I'll be gentle." Zheng Youxuan raised his head and said with a smile, his hand was still gentle.

"I'm fine." Qiao Xingran smiled, and seemed to be less prepared for this doctor.

"That's good. I bought this bottle of medicinal wine from the old Chinese doctor. It is very effective in treating these bumps. I'll pretend to bring you back later."

"There's no need for that, just kowtow, and you'll be fine in two days." Qiao Xingran shook his head.

"You can come over these two days, and I'll help you apply the medicine, so you'll get better soon."

"Don't be so troublesome." Qiao Xingran was a little cautious, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay." Zheng Youxuan chuckled, and wiped his hands with a wet towel.

Qiao Xingran put down his trouser legs, sat on the sofa in a daze, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the book on the table.

"Do you also like to read books by this author?" Qiao Xingran picked up the book. It was written by a British poet, and he also has this book.

"Oh, yes, his poems are very meaningful. I usually read them when there are no patients." Zheng Youxuan poured a glass of water and put it on the coffee table.

"Drink some water, there is no tea in the office, sorry."

"It's okay." Qiao Xingran flipped through the poetry collection in his hand, and found that it was covered with notes in elegant and powerful handwriting.

"So you also like to write notes. I usually like to circle the sentences I like when I read a book, and then write my own thoughts on it." Qiao Xingran smiled, put down the book in his hand, picked up the cup and took a sip of water .

"Haha, I'm really like-minded. I still have several rare collections of poems here. Why don't you take them back and have a look?" Zheng Youxuan smiled, and a deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

"Really? I also collected several books before, but they all disappeared after I moved." Qiao Xingran said, suddenly looking at the water in his hand with some disappointment.

When he was a child, he liked this author's collection of poems. His father bought him several copies specially. Later, the family went bankrupt, and those books were lost. The only one that survived was because he put it in the dormitory.

"Well, then you can take my two books to read first, I haven't had time to read them here." Zheng Youxuan smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and pulled out two books from the bookshelf as he spoke. .

"promise."

Qiao Xingran took the two books handed to him, looked at the familiar covers, and burst out laughing.

"I haven't read these two books yet, can I borrow them for a few days?" Qiao Xingran looked up expectantly.

"Take it. If you don't have time to finish reading it in these two days, you can take it home first. It doesn't matter if you take it back after reading it."

"Really?" Qiao Xingran smiled in surprise, and politely thanked you, "Thank you so much, I will try to finish it in these two days."

"Don't worry." Zheng Youxuan looked at the innocent face in front of him, and his heart throbbed slightly.

"I fell in love with this author when I was very young, and his poems can be called the treasures of the new century."

"And each capital can perfectly reflect the upsurge of the times, as well as some attacks on social phenomena." Jung Woo-hyun took his words.

"Yes, what I like the most is that his style is very beautiful, and his sentences are also very cryptic. It seems to be expressing the beautiful scenery, but it actually reflects a profound social phenomenon."

Jung Woo Hyun chuckled, "It seems that our interests are quite similar."

Qiao Xingran sat in Zheng Youxuan's office and chatted with him, until a nurse knocked on the door to remind him that it was time for a ward round, and he stood up apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Zheng, for delaying your work." Qiao Xingran stood up and prepared to leave with a book in hand.

"It doesn't matter. I don't have many patients under my jurisdiction. I just want to go to your ward too. Let's go together." Zheng Youxuan smiled and put his arms around Qiao Xingran's shoulder very naturally.

"Okay, let's go together." Qiao Xingran didn't notice the hands on her shoulders, she just listened to him while holding the book.

Zheng Youxuan is handsome and has a gentle personality. After getting along with Qiao Xingran for a long time, he feels that this person has a good heart and has a lot of common language with him. The two even added WeChat to each other.

Qiao Xingran was in a good mood, so he didn't notice Zheng Youxuan's sudden deep eyes when he saw the mark on his neck. The two walked side by side, and they reached the door of the ward without knowing it.

"May I ask, does Mr. Qiao already have a girlfriend?"

"Ah?" Qiao Xingran didn't react, why did he say this suddenly.

Zheng Youxuan smiled, pointed at his neck, "It's okay, I saw the marks on Mr. Qiao's neck, and thought you already had a girlfriend."

Qiao Xingran suddenly remembered what was on his neck, and immediately stretched out his hands to cover it in embarrassment, "Here, there are a lot of mosquitoes recently."

He smiled awkwardly, and then wanted to slap himself to death, now that it's autumn, the mosquitoes have long since disappeared.

"It seems that the hospital's anti-insect measures are not done well." Zheng Youxuan's eyes darkened, and then he joked.

"Hahaha, I don't know when I was bitten, let's go in first." Qiao Xingran opened the door of the ward as if fleeing, just in time to meet the man-eating eyes on the bed.

"Where did you go?" Jiang Yandong's tone was a little blunt. He lost two bottles of liquid in the ward and did not wait for Qiao Xingran to come back. There was actually a man behind him.

"Good morning, Mr. Jiang." Zheng Youxuan leaned out from behind Qiao Xingran, and waved hello.

"Hmph, I even forgot that you work in this hospital." Jiang Yandong snorted coldly when he saw the person coming.

"You guys know each other?" Qiao Xingran was a little surprised.

Jiang Yandong: "I don't know."

Jung Woo-hyun: "It's an old friend."

The two said in unison, Qiao Xingran smiled speechlessly, so did they know each other or not.

"How do you feel today? Have you eaten?" Zheng Youxuan smiled, picked up the medical record in his hand and began to write it down.

"It's not good, I haven't eaten." Jiang Yandong frowned, and glanced at Qiao Xingran who was still standing there.

"Drink some porridge later, and go for two checkups after eating. If there is nothing wrong, you can leave the hospital tomorrow."

"En." Jiang Yandong nodded, smiled and glanced at Zheng Youxuan, and said, "When did you come back?"

"It's been more than a month, I didn't expect Mr. Jiang to care about me?" Zheng Youxuan stretched out his hand to adjust the infusion set, and teased.

"It doesn't matter if I don't care, you haven't visited your brother since you came back?" Jiang Yandong raised his eyelids lazily, and glanced at Zheng Youxuan seemingly casually.

"I've been working in this hospital for a month. Do you think my brother won't know where I am with his abilities?" Zheng Youxuan curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner, his eyes were a little lonely, but he was immediately covered up by a smile.

"Mr. Qiao is your assistant? I have a lot of common topics with him."

Qiao Xingran didn't know why the topic suddenly came to him. He was about to speak when he heard Jiang Yandong speak coldly.

"Don't put your thoughts in front of me, I won't let you go, and your brother won't let you get what you want."

"Really? Then I really have to give it a try." Zheng Youxuan smiled, straightened up and walked over to pat Qiao Xingran on the shoulder, "See you later, Xingran."

Qiao Xingran didn't know what the relationship between them was, but listening to their conversation seemed unpleasant, so he decided to minimize his presence, and quietly went back to the sofa to read a book.

"Qiao Xingran."

Before Qiao Xingran's butt was hot, he heard Jiang Yandong's displeased voice, he raised his head in a daze, and met Jiang Yandong's unpredictable eyes.

"I'm hungry, let Zhang Yao bring something to eat."

"Oh, good." Qiao Xingran nodded quickly, and looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and he almost forgot that they hadn't eaten yet.

"Assistant Zhang said that he is already on his way here, why don't I peel an apple for you first." Qiao Xingran held the phone in his hand and replied to Zhang Yao's news.

"En." Jiang Yandong raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows, his voice was a little tired, "By the way, let him bring those more important documents."

"Okay." Qiao Xingran responded, and immediately sent a message to Zhang Yao.

After sending the message, he put on his shoes and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He picked a sweet apple and peeled it.

Turning the fruit knife in his hand, Qiao Xingran carefully peeled off a whole piece of skin, and when he was done, he excitedly held up the long piece of skin to show off to Jiang Yandong.

"Boss, look, the peel of the apple I've peeled hasn't broken." Qiao Xingran frowned, and lifted the peel in his hand a little higher, so that Jiang Yandong could see clearly.

"Not bad." Jiang Yandong pursed his lips and praised sincerely, being a little cute by his behavior.

Handing the apple to Jiang Yandong, Qiao Xingran held the piece of skin to compare the length, and suddenly felt that his behavior was quite naive, so he couldn't help laughing.

The weather is good today, just when the sun shines in, Qiao Xingran is standing in the light, with a slight smile on his fair face, and his short haircut is a bit funny, Jiang Yandong took a bite of an apple, feeling a sense of sweetness Sweet to the bottom of my heart.

【Speak】

A rival in love has appeared, and a certain big shot doesn't chase after him, and gets beaten!