I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 140 Don't Think Too Much, My Hand Slipped
All the staff on duty in the emergency department discovered a strange thing today.

Their boss Song, Dr. Song, seems to be looking at his phone for a while after taking a break today
People who usually keep their mobile phones out of their pockets all day have watched it about five or six times today.

"It's the seventh time." Two nurses huddled together and quietly looked at Song Yan's office.

"What is Boss Song watching?" Chen Yu also came over, "Is there any important academic exchange meeting live broadcast today?"

"No! I checked, and there isn't even a basketball game that Dr. Song is more interested in." The little nurse said in a low voice.

That's weird!
"Hey, hey, I found a problem!" Chen Yu waved at the two little nurses and asked them to get closer, "Did you find out? Every time the boss looks at the phone, the expression on his face becomes more dignified."

He thought for a while, "The expression I have now is exactly the same as the one I had on the big one in the sky before!"

It's the kind of forbearance that is very hard!
It hurts so much when I'm constipated.
Song Yan looked at Weibo.

12:08, noon.

The Weibo name "SS" posted another Weibo with pictures.

SS: It's only the third bottle, and there are two bottles left.The back of the hand is swollen
The little white hand in the picture does have a small bump on the back of the hand.

What's wrong with the little girl?Can you lose so many bottles of water?

Is the doctor who prescribes the medicine a quack?

If the dosage is not grasped properly, it will also have an impact on the body!

Song Yan sat on a chair in the office with a serious expression that he couldn't imagine.

When he returned to the interface, he saw a red number reminder in the "Message" column in the lower right corner of his Weibo.

He clicked on it, and it was "SS" who liked the only post on his Weibo.

what does that mean little girl
Song Yan gripped the phone slightly harder.

After a while, he breathed heavily, and pressed the lock screen of the phone with his thumb.

He shouldn't care about these things, just like he never thought about such trivial matters as falling in love, getting married, and having children.

He doesn't deserve this!
Doesn't deserve a "home"!
Su Shao opened his eyes in a daze, and the sky outside the infirmary was already dyed red, slightly pink, a color so warm that it was bubbling.

"What time is it?" She opened her mouth to ask Nan Yixi what time it is.

The infusion is still very effective, and her throat is not as hot as before.

"It's afternoon." Nan Yixi stretched and stood up, "The fifth bottle is almost finished."

She returned Su Shao's cell phone, "I have a surprise for you!"

Su Shao obviously didn't believe it, she felt that Nan Yixi was more frightened when she was doing things!

Unlock the screen, which happens to be the page of Weibo dynamics.

A whole screen is full, what is it all about:
SS: There are four bottles left.
SS: It hurts so much!

SS: Pick up the packet.
After reading the five posts and accompanying pictures, Su Shao couldn't help complaining, "Hypocritical!!!"

Nan Yixi clicked his tongue twice, "Why don't you tell me why you didn't catch Dr. Song! This little girl sometimes has to be hypocritical."

Su Shao, "He's straight! Do you think this trick will work for him? I dare to swear, he probably doesn't even know that 'I' has a problem with Weibo."

"Hey." Nan Yixi raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "That's why I gave him a like on Weibo. Remind him to take a good look!"

Hearing Nan Yixi's words, Su Shao quickly clicked on Song Yan's homepage to see, and sure enough, she had her "Like", so popular
Su Shao couldn't hold back, skipped a dirty word, and immediately canceled the "like", and then replied decisively in SY's private message: Don't think too much, I slipped.

Song Yan saw this private message because he just finished the operation and wanted to check the time.

He has a habit of not wearing a watch on the operating table.

Late at night, just past the wee hours of the morning.

Outside the door of the operating room, Song Yan was sitting on a cold bench clutching his phone.

He has been looking at the private message on the screen for more than ten minutes
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(End of this chapter)