Clouds and lush plants in early summer.

The spider plant accumulated its essence for a year and sprayed it out in a very short period of time. In one day, thousands of descendants were produced, decorating the corridors and foyers full of green plants like a grassland in the rainy season.

The big white goose tied within a 5-meter radius of the fountain is like a feudal lord, guarding its territory and not allowing anyone to peep, whether it is a hand-held camera or a video camera, or a doctor in a white coat.

Don't expect to get any favors from it.

But today, around the garden filled with the fragrance of the big white goose, it is relatively quiet.

Reporters and photographers from all over the country, holding long guns and short cannons... Fans and support groups from all over the world held up the shining "Meng Xue" on their chests, and used LED light strips to spell out "Brother Shan Yu" behind their backs...

…

The difference is that while reporters and photographers are running around all over the world, even trying to find a way to get into the operating room to search, fans are much more restrained. They stay quietly in their own designated areas, and some stand on the spider plant

Among the bushes, some stood among the pothos bushes, and some stood among the spider plants and pothos bushes...

Some people who were threatened by the big white goose squatted humbly around Xiangman Garden, taking photos and posting on Weibo.

Also taking photos and posting on Weibo is Dr. Zhou.

While taking pictures, he posted on Weibo and kept replying. From time to time he would also say a few words on WeChat:

"Oh, there are really too many people now, and they are all looking for Ling Ran."

"Doctor Ling? Doctor Ling was on night shift yesterday. They came to the hospital without blocking anyone."

"At home? It's useless at home. Dr. Ling spends most of his time in the hospital. However, a lot of people go to Xiagou Clinic. I heard that the business in Xiagou Street is very good. Everyone is very happy."

"As far as I can tell, no one seems to be unhappy. Ling Ran won't be unhappy either, he's always been like that, hahahaha..."

Doctor Zhou was talking happily when a hoarse little voice came from behind: "Do you know Ling Ran?"

Dr. Zhou turned around and saw seven or eight young ladies and three or four young brothers surrounding him.

A burst of cold sweat instantly slid down Dr. Zhou's tailbone.

"Which Ling Ran?" Even though Dr. Zhou has been so thick-skinned for many years, Dr. Zhou still felt very guilty when faced with a crowd of people watching, especially the few ladies present who were quite delicate in appearance and wore makeup.

They are more meticulous than medical representatives...

"He must have known each other and not run away." The young ladies came to the conclusion instantly.

Then, a young lady with a bun came forward, raised her face, looked at Dr. Zhou, and said, "Where did Ling Ran go? If you don't hand it over, we won't give up.

"

"What can I do if I don't give up?" Dr. Zhou pretended to be fearless.

"We can find all the medical records you made and ask the doctors in the group to check them all." A young lady raised her hand to speak.

Dr. Zhou laughed twice and said nonchalantly: "The Health Bureau has checked this thing eight hundred times."

"We can complain about you accepting red envelopes."

"But I don't accept red envelopes." Dr. Zhou smiled. He used to accept red envelopes, but now... the doctors in the emergency department have no hope of receiving red envelopes.

The young lady smiled again: "Then we will give you a red envelope."

"Huh?" Dr. Zhou didn't expect to be so open, and actually started to think deeply.

"Come on, come on, add us on WeChat. As long as you tell Dr. Ling's whereabouts, we will send you a red envelope. If you find the person, send it again..." The young lady persuaded Dr. Zhou very niely.

Dr. Zhou felt inexplicably sad.

I think back then, red envelopes were really a good thing.

At that time, why were everyone rushing to perform surgeries? When everyone's income was very low, the surgeon could get as little as two or three hundred yuan, as much as seven or eight hundred yuan or even one thousand yuan in red envelopes. For a one-day operation,

, the red envelope received is more than the monthly salary.

Nowadays, if you want to get such an income, you can only make flying knives.

However, throwing knives is not something that ordinary doctors can do.

What makes Dr. Zhou most sad is that when everyone was living a good life, the emergency department doctors were so poor that they were like refugees among doctors. Nowadays, the income of medical staff has been reduced, and the emergency department doctors are still the top among them.

poor……

Dr. Zhou's eyes couldn't help but become profound.

If your material income is low, you must strengthen your spiritual construction. Otherwise, you will easily get depression...

"Be good, just tell me if you know it. We won't tell anyone." The little girl with a round head felt that she was not convincing enough. She looked at her and a little brother stood up and began to persuade her with gentle words.

Dr. Zhou suddenly woke up.

"That..." Dr. Zhou considered his words.

"Wait!" Miss Wanzitou suddenly interrupted Dr. Zhou, looked at her phone, and said: "Group 5 has found someone, they just entered the parking lot, oh, they said they ran very fast, and they are in good health... they entered

Operating room."

Putting down her phone, Miss Wanzitou shook her head and said to Dr. Zhou, "Sorry, we can't use you anymore."

"Thank you." Dr. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. He was still under a lot of pressure. This was no less stressful than a doctor-patient dispute.

"Let's go to the operating room to catch Ling Ran." The ball-headed girl raised her hand with high spirits.

Dr. Zhou couldn't help but laugh twice.

"Why are you laughing?" Another pretty girl shook her head violently, her ponytail almost giving Dr. Zhou a slap in the face.

Dr. Zhou hid for a moment, with a smile on his face: "You can't enter the operating room, so how can you arrest people?"

"Can't we go into the operating room?" Mawei turned around and asked Wanzitou.

Wan Zitou pondered: "It seems to say that it doesn't matter how many people come in, as long as they change their clothes, but forget it, don't bring trouble to Brother Shan Yu."

"Yes, but..." Miss Ponytail said flatly: "We just want to see what the doctor is like. Since we said he is a private doctor, what if we meet him."

Dr. Zhou couldn't help complaining: "There are hundreds of you rushing in. Who dares to see you? If it is torn into pieces, which doctor can put it back together?"

"Let's block him outside the operating room." Miss Wanzitou made the decision: "When he can't stay any longer and comes out, we'll question him properly."

Dr. Zhou was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "Then I wish you good luck."

"Is there another door to the operating room?" Miss Wanzitou responded quickly.

"It is true that there are several doors, but there is no point in blocking them all." Dr. Zhou smiled: "Ling Ran is someone who can live in the operating room."

"We can also live outside the operating room and see who can outlast the other!" Ponytail swept over again, full of pride.

"It's up to you." Dr. Zhou paused for a moment, then watched a few people leave quickly, and couldn't help but asked curiously: "By the way, aren't you Meng Xue's fans? What's the benefit of blocking Lingran?"
Chapter completed!