At six o'clock in the morning, the lights in the operating room finally went out.

Lu Huaiyu frowned, his eyes were exhausted, and it seemed that he had consumed a lot of energy.

The patient's condition was much more serious than what the emergency doctor told him. In the end, he personally rescued the person from the brink of death.

He changed into a bloody surgical gown, and his back was soaked with sweat.

"Dr. Lu, thank you for your hard work." Xiao Liu, a serious doctor on duty in the maxillofacial surgery, said, with a hint of guilt and guilt in his expression.

Originally, he should have been the main surgery.

Although he had undergone many surgeries before, it was the first time that his maxillofacial damage was so serious.

The patient's wound bleeding in the middle could not be stopped. He was panicked for a moment and couldn't even hold the scalpel.

Lu Huaiyu said lightly, so tired that he couldn't tell the extra emotion. He didn't want to say a word, and he seemed to be numb.

Even so, he still stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Liu on the shoulder, with a sense of comfort in his words.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. After two hours, it was time for work again.

My clean and slender hands were washed white by soap and pressed on both sides of my temples. The veins on my forehead couldn't stop jumping.

The body has reached a state of extreme fatigue, but the brain is not sure why it is irrepressible to be active.

I originally thought that if the surgery was not a big problem, he could leave halfway.

When he was with Jian Qing in the evening, he still had nothing to say.

Now, the little girl should go to bed early.

Lu Huaiyu pulled the corner of his mouth and sighed helplessly. His profession was destined to give in to many things.

He took out his cell phone, and a text message was displayed on the lock screen interface, which was a notification reminder for Nanlin Bank transfer.

The notice intercepted a small piece of text message content-

【Nanlin Bank】

Account arrival notice: Others transfer to your account with the last number 1456 RMB 150,000

Lu Huaiyu frowned slightly invisible, swiped the screen, and clicked in to view the details of the text message.

The transfer message reads a sentence that is much longer than usual.

"Repayment in January. Including the interest in the past few years, it should have been paid off. I won't disturb you again in the future, thank you."

There is strangeness between the lines, and I want to separate my relationship.

The light in the corridor was dim and quiet as if even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

The man leaned in the uninhabited hospital corridor, his eyes drooped, his face hidden in the shadow, half-clear and half-abnormal, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

The index finger tips were light and light on the dark reflective screen.

After a while, he selected all the text messages from Nanlin Bank and pressed to delete them.

Since I don't remember it, then follow her wish and pretend that nothing has happened.

Jian Qing didn't expect that she would paint Zhu Shou for a whole week in the future.

First, he handed over two versions of the manuscript. Xia Jue frowned and called her back.

Not dissatisfied either.

Each time it is the same reason, "It's better to look for other feelings."

I didn't say something wrong, nor did I say how to change it.

Jian Qing was still very shocked when she was beaten back for the first time. After all, she has always been used to painting and felt things she had never experienced in school on the second day of work.

Later, Xiao Yi saw her frustration and quietly comforted her, "It's good to get used to it. When I first came, I drew a scrap manuscript for a month."

"I once suspected that it was the boss who was doing workplace pua on me." He paused, "until I found out that compared with the boss's painting, I was a real waste."

“…”

When Jian Qing heard him say this, she felt that she was not comforted.

Later, she learned it. Even if she drew the manuscript, she would not show it to Xia Jue, and she was stuck directly at her level.

She knew that she was still far from the ceiling where Xia Jue was, and he was asking her to take the standards for him.

Before he knew it, Jian Qing seemed to be in the role of Zhu Shou.

He even bought history books related to the Ming Dynasty from the Internet and read the life of Zhu Houzhao, the emperor.

Until Thursday, Jian Qing did not draw a manuscript that satisfies her.

People from other departments have got off work one after another, and only the art support department is brightly lit.

Jian Qing was obviously taken by their black and white night owls, and followed the customs.

I don’t leave at night and only go back to school to get some sleep during the day.

Xia Jue was called to hold an art style conference for a card game project.

The game producer of that project wanted to go to the Japanese two-dimensional style, and Xia Jue advocated going to the national style of ink and wash.

Neither side was willing to give in, and finally fought with the boss.

Xia Jue had long known that this producer not only had poor aesthetics, but also thought he was self-righteous and extremely difficult to deal with.

Instead of slandering him, it would be better to let the boss suppress him, so Xia Jue made an appointment with the president's office in advance to report to Shen Juan.

I don’t know why, but after arriving at the top floor, the president’s secretary told them that the report time would be delayed a little.

So they drank tea in the living room for an hour before they were called in.

As soon as I entered the office, the air emitted a faint smell of perfume, mixed with the smell of green plums and green leaves.

The originally open door of the ensuite lounge is closed.

Xia Jue glanced at Shen Juan's face and knew it was not a good time to report, so he decided not to say a word.

But the producer of the card project is a fool and has a strong desire to express himself.

Sometimes the projection talks about ppt, sometimes the user research and analysis results are all in the market of self-certifying the two-dimensional style.

Shen Juan had a black face and knocked on the solid wood table with extreme impatiently.

When the producer finally finished speaking, he suddenly asked, "Can you establish this project?"

"?"

The producer stuttered: "The project approval meeting has been approved."

Boss, you were there at that time.

Shen Juan picked up the remote control on the table and turned off the projection.

"I didn't pass here," he said mercilessly, "Go back and set it up again."

“…”

“???”

The producer collapsed on the spot.

Their project was a project meeting that they had been working day and night for half a year, and finally passed it.

If the boss says he won’t pass, he won’t pass. Can he still play like this?

Xia Jue endured it for a long time, but still sneered.

After leaving the president's office, Xia Jue patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll call me when your project holds an art style meeting next year."

Originally, the Art Support Department had a tight schedule in the next month and had to set the art direction for the card project. Now the workload was reduced immediately.

Although not very kind, Xia Jue curled his lips and returned to the twenty-fourth floor with a brisk pace.

He knocked on the table with his index finger joints, "Okay, I won't work overtime today, everyone should go back early."

Xiao Yi was flattered, "So good? I'll go to Xiaoshan Hot Spring tomorrow. Isn't I going to finish my workload tomorrow today?"

"Due to force majeure, the schedule was empty." Xia Jue said concisely, "You can paddle this month."

Hearing this, with the Art Support Department as the center, a cheer immediately rang out.

He even alarmed several programs in "Fenghualu" next door that had not yet left, and stood up and watched here.

“…”

Although Jian Qing lacks experience in the workplace, few people have seen such a blunt and let his subordinates slap in the face.

She looked at the computer screen and it was about to pass seven o'clock.

The character in his hand has not been finished yet and it took not long to hesitate. Jian Qing decided to work overtime until nine o'clock before going back, just in time for the dormitory to close his sleep.

As the others packed their things and left, she sat in her seat, motionless, and didn't look like she was leaving.

Xia Jue turned off the computer, Yu Guang swept to the little girl by the windowsill in the corner, and he walked over, "Don't you get off work yet?"

Jian Qing stared at the screen, and the stylus in her hand kept saying "yes".
To be continued...