I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 311

"It's coming down, it's coming down!" Early in the morning, Chen Yu rushed into Song Yan's office with his mobile phone.

Behind him was a group of medical staff from the emergency department.

Song Yan was on the night shift yesterday, and he was busy until around three o'clock in the morning before returning to the office to take a nap.

It was just past seven twenty when Chen An rushed into the office.

With a "bang", the door was slammed open with great force.

Song Yan, who fell asleep lying on the desk, subconsciously sat up with his body propped up, his brows were dull and tired, and he looked towards the door with a bit of displeasure.

He obviously didn't expect that there would be so many people standing in front of his office.

Rubbing between his eyebrows, his voice was slightly hoarse, "What's the matter?"

Chen Yu took the lead and rushed in with the mobile phone, as if making a confession, and handed the mobile phone to Song Yan's eyes with both hands, "Boss! The hot search on Weibo that hacked you yesterday has become popular."

Song Yan didn't look at the mobile phone that Chen An handed over, his eyes fixed on Chen An's face, "You are a doctor, you should spend more time on your patients."

"Boss, you are not curious, what is the most popular search now?" Chen Yu asked eagerly, wanting to press the boss's head on the screen of his mobile phone.

But he dared not.
"Not curious." Song Yan put down three words indifferently, picked up the thermos cup on the table and took a sip of water.

Chen Yu was so anxious that he had a brain congestion.

Forget it, let him be straightforward.

Waiting for the boss to be curious about this kind of question, it is estimated that his children are all married!

"Last night, there was a Weibo article that directly blew up the Internet!" Chen An thought for a while, then continued uncertainly, "It seems that the Weibo name is 'SS', and he is still a college student."

Song Yan paused for a moment with the hand holding the thermos.

SS?

Isn't that the little girl's Weibo name?

Back then, she proudly ran over and told him that she and herself were a couple's screen name.

Chen Yu saw that his boss was a little absent-minded, and said to himself, "That article is absolutely amazing! Especially the title, it brought tears to my eyes."

There are medical staff behind them, and they also echoed.

"That's right, it's really a fairy title, I've already tweeted it."

"Me too! And my circle of friends was almost dominated by that title this morning."

"Some of my teacher friends also followed suit."

"What is this! You haven't seen those big Vs and celebrities on Weibo, almost all reposted the 'SS' article."

Song Yan, who was not at all interested in what Chen An said, now has a strong desire to know about this matter.

If you didn't guess wrong, the "SS" who posted the article on Weibo is his little girl.

But what did the little girl post that caused such a big commotion on the Internet?
Song Yan remained motionless, staring at Chen An's cell phone.

There was some vague expectation in those straight eyes.

Chen An, who had a relatively low EQ, obviously didn't understand what Song Yan meant. He thought it was because he was nagging the boss all the time, which made him upset.

After all, the boss is a straight man who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, and he doesn't care much about anything or anything except for the patients in the hospital.

Chen Yu drooped his face, and simply put the phone directly into his pocket.

He turned his head and said to the crowd behind him, "Let's go, let's go, what should we do, the boss doesn't care about these things."

After speaking, he smiled apologetically at Song Yan again, his voice was a little low, "Boss, I'm going to clock in for work first."

Turning around, he walked quickly, as if he was eager to escape from Song Yan's office.

Song Yan propped himself up and was about to stand up.

"Bang—" The door closed again.

The "ah" in his throat was only halfway out, and it was suppressed by the sound of closing the door
(End of this chapter)