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Chapter 11 Song Silk Script Are You Sick?

Nan Xinhuan snapped her fingers, "Binguo, you guessed it right."

Xu Xin: "..."

"I think you probably haven't woken up yet, so go on sleeping."

After Xu Xin finished speaking, he hung up the phone and didn't pay any attention to what she said. He just took it as a joke, and then went to issue a statement.

Looking at the hung up phone, Nan Xinhuan sighed helplessly. It was the first time she said such a thing to someone, but she didn't believe it.

Nan Xinhuan stretched her waist, this is Hai'an Hospital, and the environment is quite good.

Speaking of which, she hadn't seen grandpa for a long time, so she happened to go to see him.

She was dressed in an ordinary hospital gown, but she was exceptionally different. Her slender hair was simply tied into a low bun, and she couldn't hold back her stunning face.

But she didn't know that a person in the corner secretly took a profile photo of Nan Xinhuan and posted it on the Internet.

[Everyone, look, Nan Xinhuan is actually hospitalized. JPG! 】

[I'm going to really be her!Finally, some netizens can't stand it and make a move! 】

[It's a hospital gown from Hai'an Hospital, what a pity, we can't make her hurt worse! 】

[Hahaha, the upstairs is so cruel! 】

[By the way, this profile picture is also... too pretty...]

[Upstairs, you are not the only one who thinks, I almost didn't recognize this is Nangou at first glance!It's so beautiful that it doesn't look like a real person! 】

[OMG!Is Nan Xinhuan so handsome? 】

Every time Nan Xinhuan appears in the public eye, she wears heavy makeup. Now such a strong contrast forms a stark contrast. A photo of a sick suit is on the hot search, but 90% of them are scolded, and the remaining 10% follow their facial features Walk.

It's just that this photo disappeared within 5 minutes and could not be reproduced or saved.

【what happened?Why did that picture disappear all of a sudden? 】

[I just saved it, but I can't send it out, and the screen is black. 】

[Everyone, go to Haian Hospital Weibo! 】

#@海安医院 issued a statement: Haian Hospital prohibits the disclosure of patients’ privacy and photos, let alone taking pictures, @南狗跑出娱乐圈You have violated the confidentiality agreement of Hai’an City, and you will not be allowed to enter Hai’an Hospital for life. #
[So it turns out, the Haian Hospital's secrecy work is too strong. 】

[After all, it is the number one hospital in the country. It is said that a non-disclosure agreement must be signed when visiting patients. The safety index is very high, and ordinary people cannot enter at all. 】

Everyone didn't think too much about it, they only thought that Hai'an Hospital was protecting the privacy of patients and the hospital. After all, there were other patients and doctors in the hospital who were also photographed in the photo.

[It’s just that this netizen has been implicated, and he will not be able to enter Hai’an Hospital for life. 】

【It's all Nan Xinhuan!If it weren't for her, this netizen would not have been expelled from Hai'an Hospital. 】

……

"Master Wang, what did you think you asked me to do, and this is the end?" Song Boshu's mouth twitched, feeling incredible at what he had done.

As the dean of Hai'an Hospital, he is very busy, how many patients are waiting for him to treat, but the most urgent thing he said is to post a statement on Weibo?
"That's it?" The man's voice was cold, and his secretive eyes couldn't see any emotion, but Song Boshu had already sensed a hint of danger.

"Cough cough cough... that's it... it's really an urgent matter." Song Boshu admitted his cowardice, and secretly observed Lu Wangchuan who was looking down at his phone.

Is this still the arrogant man he knew?

"Lord Wang, what is the relationship between you two?" Song Boshu asked suddenly, although he had already admitted it before, he still wanted to ask.

Lu Wangchuan raised his eyes, the corners of his lips twitched lightly, "Husband and wife relationship."

Song Silk Book of Doctor of Medicine: "???"

Is it because he didn't explain clearly or his brain is not enough?

Four words scorched his CPU!

"Song silk book, where is my master?" Pei Yangqiu came in with a cane.

Lu Wangchuan was in a very bad mood when he saw all the people scolding Nan Xinhuan on Weibo, but when he saw Pei Yangqiu's legs, his mood improved for the most part.

"What did the doctor say about your leg?" Lu Wangchuan asked.

"The doctor said it would take a month to heal. Thank you Master Wang for your concern." Pei Yangqiu was so touched.

Wang Ye still cared about his brother.

Lu Wangchuan was in a happy mood: "Well, it should be."

Song Boshu shook his head silently, the sunny boy is no match for the black-bellied and cunning boss.

"You haven't answered my question yet, where is my master?" Pei Yangqiu sat on the sofa and turned to look at Song Silk Book.

The master is not in the ward, so I found this.

"She probably went out for a stroll. Do you have something to do with her?" After Song Boshu finished speaking, he felt a cold gaze pass over him and land on Pei Yangqiu.

Pei Yangqiu shuddered, glanced at the temperature of the air conditioner, picked up the remote control on the table and adjusted the temperature up.

He didn't even notice the dangerous sight next to him.

"Ah... it's nothing serious, just caring about her." Pei Yangqiu was beating his heart. One is a doctor of medicine, and the other is the dean of doctoral research at Peking University. It would be a ghost if they believed it!
wrong!It seems to be a ghost...

"It seems that it's not your turn to care." Song Boshu kindly reminded.

Or how to say that Pei Yangqiu is a sunny boy, he is the most innocent among them.

So simple that I don't know how to die.

"Why is it not my turn to have a relationship with Master?"

Either way, it's a matter of life and death.

After the words fell, the temperature in the office dropped a little, and someone's face became even colder.

"Dididi..." Pei Yangqiu continued to increase the temperature, muttering, "It's so strange, it's not cold today..."

He continued to speak again: "You don't know how bad I have been during this time, until I met the master, I can finally sleep with peace of mind..."

Pei Yangqiu kept saying that the temperature in the office kept dropping and the temperature of the air conditioner kept rising.

25→28→30...

Song Boshu finally couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up: "Qiuqiu, I don't think your plaster cast is done well, I'll take you to have it done again..."

If this continues, the air conditioner will explode.

"No, it's all right." Pei Yangqiu looked down, there was no crack at all after the beating.

Song Boshu insisted on picking up the crutch and handing it to him, "If I say it breaks, it will break, take it and follow me!"

"...No, I'm not blind..." Pei Yangqiu cursed, torturing him for fun?
Song Boshu picked up the crutch in his hand and smashed the cast on his leg.

"Clang..."

The plaster crumbled.

Pei Yangqiu: "..."

Song Silk Book: "That's all right, come with me."

Pei Yangqiu died with a smile: "Song Silk Book, are you sick?"

The silk script of the Song Dynasty spoke confidently: "I'm sick!"

"..."

VIP ward.

"These people are really blind, can my granddaughter take a liking to that little boy named Jiang Luo?"

"I'm still a mistress, it's not bad for someone else to treat my granddaughter as a mistress!"

In the ward, Mr. Zhu was cursing and cursing. I don't know how many people in Beijing want to marry his granddaughter, and the queue can go abroad.

It's his turn!
Aunt Yang smiled and said, "Old Zhu, don't get so angry, the doctor told you not to get angry."

Aunt Yang is his escort, and she has always been taking care of Mr. Zhu's daily life.

"Xiao Yang, do you think these netizens are blind?"

Aunt Yang has also met Nan Xinhuan, she looks like a princess who is overwhelmed by the country, and coupled with the prominent status of Mrs. Zhu, ordinary people are really not good enough for Miss Nan Xinhuan.

"Of course, but Mr. Zhu and the others don't know Miss Xin Huan's identity, so it's normal to be led."

Netizens on the Internet say what they see, and they don't pay attention to the truth of things.

"Hmph, a group of people with no eyesight." Mr. Zhu snorted coldly and threw his phone aside. If he hadn't been in poor health for the past two years, he would definitely be on the front line.

(End of this chapter)