Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 1191 Disturbing the people?

Since he had a computer and a job, Wu Di felt that his back was no longer sore, his legs were no longer hurting, and even his life was not so difficult!

however……

After all, this is just a hospital ward, the sound insulation effect is really not that good, the sound of the printer clicking, coupled with the crackling sound of the keyboard, plus the sound of Wu Di always on the phone...

Within an hour, they were complained by patients in the opposite ward.

When the head nurse entered the ward with a dry smile, Wu Di was still on the phone.

"...Don't make trouble dear, I dragged a broken leg and told you that the manuscript is not good, and you still question me? Believe me, if you really dare to hand in this thing, it is equivalent to handing in a letter of resignation Xin, well, I'm a patient, don't let me use too much brain, you can think about what to do."

After Wu Di hung up the phone, he picked up the water glass and took a sip, then glanced at the head nurse and asked her, "What's wrong? Are you going to get an injection again?"

The head nurse came back to her senses and said with a dry smile, "I'm sorry Miss Wu, the other patients said that you disturbed their rest."

Wu Di turned his head and looked out the window wonderingly: "Isn't it daytime?"

The implication: What do you rest in broad daylight?
Well, Fashion Art Magazine is an amazing organization, really.

The head nurse choked, remembering that the patient was specially greeted by the department director, so she could only smile dryly and say, "Then... I'll close the door..."

"Thank you." After Wu Di finished speaking, he made a second call, "Did your brain fall from the 12th floor and be stepped on the concrete floor [-] times? Don't you think that No. [-] page Is the style of the page very different from that of the next page? Contrasting colors? Is there a brick red that collides with red? Open it and look at the bloody piece, have you considered that someone is dizzy with blood..."

As Wu Di was talking, he suddenly felt that genes are a magical thing.

Why is she talking too much? !
Ah Xi, it's not easy to learn well, but it's only a blink of an eye to learn badly!
The head nurse returned to the nurse's station with her head down, and couldn't help sighing softly.

The little nurse next to her asked her puzzledly, "Head nurse, what's the matter?"

"I don't know what to say..." The head nurse looked back at the direction of Wu Di's ward, "I hope she doesn't have a fever anymore, this week can pass quickly!"

The little nurse looked at her blankly, still not understanding what she meant.

"how?"

Zhou Hang happened to pass by, and stopped when he heard her words, "Wu Di has a fever again?"

The head nurse looked at Zhou Hang as if seeing a savior, shook her head and said, "No, Miss Wu is working, and the patients at the door complained that it was too noisy."

Zhou Hang glanced suspiciously at the direction of Wu Di's ward, and asked uncertainly, "Work?"

The head nurse nodded again and again: "Yes, it's work."

Zhou Hang frowned, and walked quickly to Wu Di's ward.

"Sister Wu, the manuscript has been printed."

Wu Di just hung up a phone call and took the paper from Meg.

She leaned back on the cushion and read every word carefully.

When she was watching seriously, a certain cold voice sounded beside her: "Go to work with an illness, do you really want to leave the hospital?"

Wu Di was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw Zhou Hang's deceptively warm male face.

But at this moment, Zhou Hang's face was clearly angry.

Weapon unconsciously felt a little guilty. She cleared her throat and said with a dry smile, "That... I'm a little busy with work."

"You are a patient now." Zhou Hang said, and closed her laptop directly, "You are a patient, and I am a doctor, and you must follow my schedule."

Wu Di frowned instantly, "What's the matter? I can still sleep 24 hours?!"

"No." Zhou Hang looked at her, "But you can't work, you need to rest."

"I slept very well." Wu Di frowned, "Besides, I am aware of my own physical condition. This kind of thing of sitting on the bed, talking on the phone, and moving my fingers is not too easy for me. For me, rest."

"..."

Without waiting for Zhou Hang to speak, Wu Di continued: "Since I can't sleep 24 hours a day, is it resting if I spend the spare time in a daze? No, it's a waste of life, and it will make me weaker every day. What's more, I It was the leg that was injured, not the hand, nor the mouth, nor the brain."

"..." Zhou Hang was so angry with her, it took him a while before he squeezed out a sentence, "Exaggerated words!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, apparently really angered by Wu Di.

Wu Di curled his lips, and shrugged innocently: "Walk slowly."

Zhou Hang left her ward, stood in front of the door for a while, sighed, knocked on the door of the opposite ward, and walked in.

The patient just smiled when he saw him, "Doctor Zhou, you are here."

Zhou Hang nodded, and first asked, "Is it better?"

The patient sighed lightly and shook his head: "It hurts badly."

He was the patient with a comminuted knee fracture. Dr. Huo asked Zhou Hang to take a look after reading it yesterday, so he had an impression of Zhou Hang.

Zhou Hang responded, nodded and said, "Normal."

After that, he didn't speak, and after looking at the patient for a while, he suddenly said, "It doesn't seem to be noisy."

The patient was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Zhou Hang wonderingly.

"This kind of fine sound does not exceed forty decibels, which is within a reasonable range." Zhou Hang said again.

He listened here for a while, although there could be a little crisp sound of typing on the keyboard, but whether it was a phone call or other sounds, it was almost negligible.

This is actually very understandable, Wu Di is at work, how could she shout out at the top of her voice?
Then she will stay in the hospital for a week, and everyone will know the content of the next issue of "Fashion Art Review".

The patient finally understood what Zhou Hang meant by this, and he decisively covered his forehead with one hand, with a pitiful look: "Doctor Zhou, I have a nervous breakdown, and I can't hear this kind of voice."

"This is the hospital," Zhou Hang looked at him with a serious expression, "it's not your home."

After pausing for a moment, he added: "Ring the bell if you feel unwell."

After speaking, Zhou Hang left.

The patient said "Hey", but didn't stop him.

The patient's eyes widened, and he snorted coldly: "What the hell! Is it reasonable to disturb people's rest?!"

As he spoke, he touched the phone and dialed a number with a sneer.

"Hey? Nian Nian, why are you here again?" Wu Di looked at Gu Nian with a helpless look, then nodded to the two people behind her with a dry smile: "Master Luo, Second Young Master, you are here too."

Luo Han sat down on the sofa, looked at the ward that was about to be turned into an office, and raised his eyebrows at Wu Di: "Sister Di, are you performance art?"

(End of this chapter)