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Chapter 8 Is the old iron tree about to bloom?

"But judging from our data some time ago, most people don't like to read those long-winded things, and they still need to turn dry words into interesting things, so that everyone will be interested."

As Lin Qianqian spoke, she turned her head to look at Zheng Ziyue who was listening attentively beside her.

"This is also the main reason for inviting you here."

Of course, there are students in the publicity department who are in charge of art design, but all of them are UI design, and they have never been involved in the field of comics.

Even if there is, he has his own workload and can no longer allocate time and energy to participate in the new plan.

Zheng Ziyue nodded knowingly. She really likes to create some comics, but suffers from lack of much theoretical knowledge in medicine.

If we can establish cooperation with the publicity department of the hospital, it will just fill in our own shortcomings.

"Then I'll send you the recently prepared topics. You try to draw two groups first?"

Lin Xiqian has seen her paintings, her painting level is not necessarily qualified.

As for what kind of content will be presented in the end, whether it is suitable for Ke Nei's plan depends on her performance.

"it is good."

Seeing that Zheng Ziyue said there was no problem, Lin Qianqian put a temporary badge in her hand. The badge simply said "Propaganda Section".

"You are not an employee of our ranks, and you don't have to follow our commute time. You can observe more in the hospital and collect materials. In your words, it's collecting wind? As long as it doesn't affect other people."

"If you have any professional knowledge that you don't understand, you can also boldly ask during the break time. Those interns have a lot of knowledge reserves."

"If there is no problem with the two groups of trial drawing, your ability is in line with our plan, and we will sign an agreement with you then."

Lin Qianxi knew that she was Dr. Zhou Jiahui's daughter, and she was very familiar with many old comrades in the hospital. She knew all the rules of the hospital, needless to say.

After all, she has often spent time with her mother in the hospital since she was a child.

It is theoretically difficult for a doctor to bring a child to work, but Zheng Ziyue was very sensible and well-behaved when she was a child, and she did not cause trouble to parents like other bear children.

On the contrary, when Dr. Zhou Jiahui got busy, she obediently found a place to stay by herself.

Who can say no to an obedient and cute little girl?
Hey, it's a pity...

Noticing the change in Lin Qianqian's expression, Zheng Ziyue seemed to have guessed what the other party was thinking, and her slightly drooping eyelashes trembled.

Then he pinned the badge on his body, packed his backpack and left the Publicity Section.

On the first floor of the outpatient department, everyone came and went in a hurry, the sounds of children crying, people's inquiries, the ringing of the phone... intertwined with the noise that only occurs in hospitals.

Everyone was busy competing for time with the illness, and no one noticed flawlessly that there was an extra observer in this space.

Zheng Ziyue stayed in a corner where it would not affect everyone, watching quietly while taking out a notebook to record something.

It wasn't until the hour hand on the dial slowly approached six o'clock that Zheng Ziyue walked towards the left aisle on the first floor.

There are still some uncertainties about the content of today's topic selection.

In my impression, Dr. Zhang Ping's office is over there. He and my mother are in the same department and have a good relationship.

In their spare time, the two families occasionally meet for dinner, and now that they need help, the first thing she thinks of is him.

After thinking about it, he walked towards the office he remembered.

At dusk, Zhou Yixu, who had just sent a consultation to a patient, passed by the door and glanced at the afterglow of the setting sun. It was a warm color, but it couldn't bring any warmth to the people in the hospital.

Just in the gap of this pause, a soft and cute little nurse approached from the front desk bouncing around.

"Yixu, do you want to get off work together? Last time I went to Wanjincheng and found a delicious hot pot restaurant, how about..."

Before the little nurse could finish speaking, Zhou Yixu raised his foot and walked forward.

"Don't be so indifferent."

The little nurse was about to follow, but stopped in the cold eyes of the other party.

As if she was used to him, the little nurse just curled her lips until his tall and straight back disappeared around the corner, then turned and walked to the elevator, waiting for her good sister Qi Qi to get off work together.

As soon as Zhou Yixu turned around, he saw a figure pacing in the corridor, as if waiting for someone, looking down at the notebook and muttering something.

"I remember Chen Xuan said that his grandma smoked vinegar at home to prevent colds in winter. Is it wrong? But vinegar contains acetic acid, which does have a bactericidal effect..."

Zheng Ziyue's topic today is about 'which folk remedies handed down by the older generation are actually wrong', some of which she has heard from her mother, but some she has never heard of, directly touching the blind spots of knowledge.

It's not that she didn't check on Baidu, but now there are a lot of discussions on the Internet, and she doesn't know which one is right and which one is wrong.

"Acetic acid is a weak acid with little bactericidal effect, and it can cause chronic bronchitis if it is smoked for a long time."

Qingrun's voice came into my ears suddenly, Zheng Ziyue quickly wrote down the answer she got, and then looked up at Zhou Yixu.

Sure enough, the man only spoke about patients and medical matters.

"Hey, there are a few more questions."

Anyway, he had already opened his mouth, and if he didn't ask for nothing, Zheng Ziyue rolled his bright eyes and took the opportunity to hand over his notebook.

"Come in."

Zhou Yixu pushed open the office door with his notebook, and said behind him, Zheng Ziyue hurriedly followed.

This scene shocked Zhao Yang, another intern in the office, his jaw dropped, and he even rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Is the old iron tree going to bloom?"

Sitting on the seat, Zhou Yixu took out a pen from the pocket of his white coat, and looked down at the notebook.

First, she answered a few questions that she had marked with question marks, and then checked other things.

Zheng Ziyue sat opposite, looking at his well-articulated, slender, white fingers holding the pen.

People are good-looking, and hands are also good-looking. Did Nu Wa consider fairness when creating humans?

Zhou Yixu was like a responsible teacher, he circled and corrected in the notebook until he couldn't find any more problems, then put away the pen, pressed the notebook and pushed it in front of Zheng Ziyue.

"I'm sorry to trouble you again, thank you."

Zheng Ziyue couldn't wait to open the notebook, looked at the few mistakes circled by herself, and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

Zhou Yixu's handwriting is very beautiful, unlike the legend that even the doctor's handwriting is difficult to distinguish.

On the contrary, the handwriting is neat and elegant, and it is said that the writing is just like the person, and it is true.

again?
Zhao Yang next to him keenly caught the word, and glanced at Zhou Yixu suspiciously, when did this guy become so easy to talk, and can he use the word again?
If it wasn't for Zheng Ziyue's temporary badge from the Propaganda Department, he would have regarded her as some special patient.

"Everything on the Internet is not necessarily right."

Hearing Zhou Yixu speak again, it was like seeing the sun come out from the west.

Zhao Yang opened his mouth, with an exaggerated expression of shock, he could go straight to work in the UC copywriting team.

In addition to facing patients, can this guy still say so many words?

You know, Zhou Yixu not only doesn't like to talk to women, he also doesn't like to talk to men, he is not the kind of aloofness in the usual sense at all.

Glancing at the snacks piled up on the corner of his desk, which were secretly given to Zhou Yixu but ruthlessly abandoned, Zhao Yang really opened his eyes today!

　see you tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)