Life in siheyuan era

Shen Lanyin finally understood the meaning of the saying, "Being a teacher is truly addictive."

Earlier, she had taken the opportunity to question Zhou Zhiyuan and give him a lecture. Now, seeing him whispering with Han Xue, the urge to "play the teacher" immediately returned. She walked over, gave a low shout of "Come here," and continued walking forward.

Zhou Zhiyuan looked at Liu Junling, then at Han Xue, a wry smile appearing on his face. He turned and walked over, as he really didn't dare to offend Shen Lanyin here.

Seeing this, Liu Junling was surprised. After hesitating for a moment, she followed and stood beside Shen Lanyin, listening to her whisper, "You brat, don't you know that lifestyle problems can kill you?"

She called Zhou Zhiyuan "you brat" to get revenge for being called "little girl." She felt a sense of satisfaction after the low shout, ignoring Liu Junling's surprised expression, and continued, "In broad daylight, in front of everyone, you actually dared to kiss Section Chief Han's cheek? You've committed a serious lifestyle problem."

She defined this act of revenge as a "lifestyle problem."

But these words stunned Zhou Zhiyuan, who had originally wanted to smile wryly. When had he ever kissed Han Xue's cheek?

And the surprised Liu Junling immediately smiled. This was the method to use on Zhou Zhiyuan. She had used this method at the plateau army hospital, "I am your older sister."

At that time, Zhou Zhiyuan was a wounded soldier and didn't dare to offend the surgeon Liu Junling. Now, Zhou Zhiyuan also had concerns. The worker was still under observation in the emergency room, so he didn't dare to offend Shen Lanyin.

And Liu Junling firmly supported Shen Lanyin, wanting to criticize this former king of soldiers again and again, happy to see his uncomfortable expression.

Liu Junling happily watched the scene before her, listening to Shen Lanyin's criticism, a pleasant expression on her face.

Han Xue stood there, raising her wrist to check her watch. Ten minutes had passed, Zhou Zhiyuan's expression was one of astonishment, and Liu Junling's profile still held a pleasant smile.

As a teacher, she should earnestly teach: "Usually, do more to cultivate your mind and nature, and think less nonsense..."

But she wasn't good at educational work, and she ran out of words after a while.

Just as she was frowning and pondering, she heard Liu Junling say, "Older sister will treat you to a meal, please."

But Shen Lanyin didn't accept, resolutely saying, "Don't give him a chance to treat you to a meal, go back and think about it carefully..." She paused here, suddenly thinking that this punishment was too light.

But she didn't know what punishment measures there were? After thinking carefully, she resolutely said again: "One meal is too light, make it two meals."

After finishing the punishment measures, she left, her hands in the two pockets of her white coat, her steps so light as if she were stepping on clouds.

Liu Junling looked at her back in surprise, then at the inexplicably confused Zhou Zhiyuan, and promptly added, "Go back and think about it carefully, correct your mistakes in time, treat us to one meal this Saturday night, and the remaining meal will be decided later."

Pointing out a clear path for him, Liu Junling quickly left, covering her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Zhou Zhiyuan turned to look at the two figures, shook his head, and walked to Han Xue, listening to her question: "You got scolded again? Didn't she get her revenge?"

Zhou Zhiyuan sighed and replied, "The last revenge is over, this is the second one."

"What revenge?"

He could understand Han Xue's surprise, explaining, "The revenge for being called a 'little girl'."

Hearing this answer, Han Xue was stunned for a long time before saying, "Your mouth is really asking for it?"

Zhou Zhiyuan could only smile wryly, listening to Han Xue ask, "Is there a third one?"

"Nearsightedness," Zhou Zhiyuan replied frankly.

Han Xue asked again, "Anything else?"

Zhou Zhiyuan thought for a moment and replied, "There shouldn't be."

"What do you mean 'there shouldn't be'?" Han Xue questioned.

Zhou Zhiyuan casually replied, "She's as petty as you, who knows if she'll add some interest?"

After saying this, he suddenly realized what he had said and quickly said, "What I mean is..."

Han Xue waved her hand to stop him from continuing, coldly saying, "Got it, we're both petty."

Then the two separated by more than five meters, Han Xue stood there very angry, and Zhou Zhiyuan stood here very depressed.

Having experienced a dream life, he knew a lot and gained a lot, but there were also two side effects. The first side effect was that he couldn't plan anything. No matter how hard he racked his brains, no matter how perfect the plan was, it couldn't be effectively implemented.

The second side effect was this mouth, often offending people with words spoken without going through the "Language Channel Opening Artifact."

This time he had offended Han Xue, the two separated far apart, with a strong implication of never seeing each other again.

But he still had to say something, this sentence was very important.

So he strode to Han Xue and whispered, "I sincerely apologize to you again."

Han Xue turned her face to the side, indicating that she would never forgive him.

But she didn't cover her ears, and could still hear Zhou Zhiyuan's voice, "The little girl told me that Old Liu's IV drip will be finished around one o'clock, and it will take several strong men to send him into the ward."

Han Xue didn't want to pay attention to him, but this matter was too important. She turned her head, glared at him coldly, and coldly replied, "You go make a phone call."

"Yes," Zhou Zhiyuan replied crisply.

Then he asked, "Bring ten meat pies for lunch?"

Hearing this number, Han Xue couldn't bear it anymore and rebuked, "Am I a pig?"

"No," Zhou Zhiyuan replied seriously, "One meat pie is for you to eat, and nine meat pies are sent into the emergency room. Those nurses on duty may not have time to eat."

This answer made Han Xue ponder for a moment, and slowly asked, "Why send nine meat pies in?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied, "After careful observation, it was found that there are three patients in the emergency room. After rescue, the condition should be stable. Each patient should have at least two nurses taking care of them, so nine meat pies should be enough."

This answer made Han Xue question, "No one is sending them food?"

"Of course there is, but the time should be after twelve o'clock. We can send it in advance to curry favor," Zhou Zhiyuan had scouted before and knew the hospital's unified meal delivery time for doctors and nurses on duty.

But Han Xue still had questions, "The three nurses are all male?"

Zhou Zhiyuan replied, "There are no male nurses in the army hospital."

Han Xue was furious, "Why give them nine meat pies and only give me one, because I'm petty?"

She decided not to endure it anymore. Why could the doctor criticize him, but she, as a superior, couldn't criticize him?

Han Xue also wanted to carry out criticism and education work on Zhou Zhiyuan, "Comrade Zhou Zhiyuan, you don't think carefully when you speak, this is a serious problem..."

Saying this, Han Xue suddenly saw several heads appearing behind Zhou Zhiyuan, and they were nodding. Looking again, she saw a group of people gathering around, and suddenly lost the energy to criticize, waving her hand and saying, "Go do your work."

So Zhou Zhiyuan left, and the onlookers dispersed in disappointment. Han Xue carefully thought about it for a while and suddenly smiled. It was good that Zhou Zhiyuan could tell the truth. If someone like him became insidious, it would give her a headache.

Han Xue had figured it out, and Zhou Zhiyuan also walked downstairs easily. It was worth it to buy nine more meat pies to repair his slip of the tongue.

He had a good idea, to buy nine more meat pies and have Han Xue send them in. There would be a process of pushing and refusing, and he would actively persuade from the side, so the words "petty" would disappear.

Zhou Zhiyuan thought it was a good idea. Walking out of the army hospital gate, he saw a green jeep parked by the road at a glance, and Shen Lanbo was standing by the car waving at him.

At this time, he had a bad feeling. With this feeling, he walked over and saw Shen Lanbo open the passenger door and sit in. Zhou Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, reached out and opened the back door to look inside. The driver stretched his head out, not knowing what he was doing?

Seeing this scene, he hesitated again, listening to Shen Lanbo say "Come on up," he sighed softly, sat in the back seat and closed the door, but saw the driver turn his face and smile at him slightly.

He was too familiar with this long face. The political commissar of the detachment, Zhang Limin, had actually come. Seeing this face, Zhou Zhiyuan didn't hesitate at all, pushed open the back door and was about to jump out.

Immediately, a gloomy voice came from his ear, "Try jumping down?"

He really didn't dare to try. He closed the door and whispered, "I've transferred to civilian work."

Zhang Limin replied indifferently, "I've also transferred to civilian work. I'm now the Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau, in charge of counter-espionage, criminal investigation, and the political department."

Listening to him introduce his position, Zhou Zhiyuan smiled. He was a leader of the Public Security Bureau, and he was from the street office. The two sides had nothing to do with each other, and the railway police couldn't control this section.

Now Zhou Zhiyuan had confidence, and said loudly, "Commissar, you are my old leader, feel free to arrange any work at home. Like carrying water, running errands, Lanbo can also watch the children and teach them to read, right, Lanbo?"

He asked Shen Lanbo to send a signal, "We two are clear about the separation of public and private matters with Zhang Limin."

But he knew he was going to be in trouble when Shen Lanbo didn't reply, and then he heard Zhang Limin say slowly, "Your real files are not in the government system."

Hearing this sentence, Zhou Zhiyuan only had one feeling, "It's terrible."