After Breaking Up, Get The Inheritance Of The God Emperor

Then Chen Xiao added: "But as long as you have a breath, I can protect you from death."

Li Ziqing was overjoyed, and his heart was sweet.

"Knife mouth bean curd heart, quite good at pretending to be cool!"

At this time, Chen Xiao asked again: "I knocked over your soup bowl just now, what do you mean by saying that I finally blamed you?"

Li Ziqing's complexion changed again and again, but there was a hint of guilt in his brows.

"I thought Song Anran would tell you bad things about me, but it seems she didn't."

Chen Xiao snorted coldly: "Don't think that everyone is just like you, so scheming."

After speaking, Chen Xiao turned and left.

Li Ziqing bit her red lips lightly, and said in a low voice.

"It seems that he is still blaming me."

...

Chen Xiao naturally wouldn't ask Li Ziqing what black history he had. Even if he did, who would admit it?

But if you have a chance, you can ask Song Anran.

Just before nine o'clock, Chen Xiao came to his office.

Song Anran's power is really not small. When Chen Xiao first arrived, he was assigned an independent office.

The office windows are bright and clean, and there is a large leather chair, but I don't know which department Chen Xiao belongs to.

He looked at the work card carefully, and found that the position written on it was assistant director.

Assistant Director? Isn't that Song Anran's assistant?

Chen Xiao was a little speechless, he was an imposing cultivator.

Why not work as a nurse for others, or as an assistant for others?

If this spreads out, it will really damage Xianwei!

But think again or forget it.

In any case, entering the hospital to be a doctor has already fulfilled one of his little wishes.

This thing is mainly a feeling.

It's like a toy that I couldn't afford when I was a child, but when I grow up, I make money and can finally buy it home.

I don't necessarily know how to play, but it makes up for the lack and regrets of childhood to a certain extent.

Just as Chen Xiao felt the leather seat under his buttocks, Song Anran pushed the door open and walked in.

Didn't even knock on the door, really rude.

"Chen Xiao, come with me."

Song Anran cut to the chase.

Today, she is obviously very different from usual.

Although Song Anrangui is the executive director of the hospital, it is difficult to hide his beauty.

Even wearing a white coat, but also amorous feelings.

However, today she is obviously restrained a lot.

Her hair was tied up meticulously, and the makeup on her face was also lightened a lot.

She even wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which gave people a sense of self-control.

"Director Song, where are we going?"

Chen Xiao asked.

Song Anran said, "I'll take you to meet Dean Hao."

Seeing that Chen Xiao was a little puzzled, she explained:

"You entered the hospital with an exception, which caused some people's dissatisfaction, so Dean Hao wanted to meet you."

"If you satisfy him, then no matter how dissatisfied others are, they have to hold back!"

Chen Xiao was taken aback. He didn't expect that the internal struggle in this small hospital was quite fierce.

The two went to the dean's office.

On the way, Song Anran briefly introduced Dean Hao's situation.

Dean Hao's name is Hao Datong. He is a scholar-type medical professor who has reached his sixtieth birthday.

Although he still sticks to the front line of medical treatment, his main energy is devoted to the study of ancient medical books, and he seldom makes outpatient visits.

When they came to the door of the dean's office, Song Anran gave Chen Xiao a few more instructions.

"Dean Hao may ask you some questions in a while. Remember, you may not be able to answer the questions, but you must have a correct attitude."

"Dean Hao hates domineering people the most, so don't show off, just be humble and respectful, and you can pass his test."

"Did you remember what I said?"

Chen Xiao asked indifferently: "Do you treat me like a three-year-old child?"

Song An gave him a white look: "You are the one I recruited, and I have to be responsible for you!"

Immediately, Song Anran knocked on the door.

An old and thick voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

The two pushed the door open, and the scene in front of them caused Chen Xiao to be astonished for a while.

I saw a huge office, more than half of the space inside was filled with bookshelves.

The bookshelves are full of books, most of which are thread-bound ancient books.

Between the rows of bookshelves, there is a desk.

Behind the desk, a silver-haired old man was studying hard at his desk.

After Chen Xiao and the two came in, he raised his head.

"You are here."

Song Anran brought Chen Xiao forward and introduced, "Dean Hao, he is Chen Xiao."

Dean Hao looked serious, looked at Chen Xiao for a few times, and then nodded slightly.

"Well, I have read all his files and information, and his performance during the internship period is also passable. He is a man who can be made."

Hearing this, Song Anran breathed a sigh of relief, Dean Hao's evaluation of Chen Xiao was not low.

Afterwards, Dean Hao asked Chen Xiao a few more questions.

Chen Xiao answered fluently, and Dean Hao nodded frequently.

It may be that Chen Xiao's performance exceeded Dean Hao's expectations. On a whim, he picked up an ancient book on the table.

"Chen Xiao, it says in your file that you majored in traditional Chinese medicine and got excellent grades, so you must be proficient in ancient classical Chinese."

"I have an ancient book here, see if you can translate it."

Chen Xiao took the ancient book into his hands, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I can try."

Song Anran couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Chen Xiao.

Dean Hao's ancient books are all genuine old antiques, and some are even unique copies.

Most of the content above is obscure and difficult to understand. Even she can't just pick a book and translate it.

Sure enough, after Chen Xiao opened the ancient book.

Then he began to frown and frown frequently, apparently having difficulty understanding those obscure words.

But Song Anran was not too worried.

As long as Chen Xiao generously admits that he doesn't understand, then Dean Hao will not make things difficult for him.

After about a quarter of an hour, Chen Xiao closed the ancient book.

Dean Hao's eyebrows were beaming, and he said, not without showing off: "How about you, young man, are you stumped?"

This 'Hundred Herbs Golden Prescription' was bought by him recently.

He has studied hard for more than a week, and there are still many things he can't understand, not to mention that Chen Xiao has only read it for such a short time.

As expected, Chen Xiao shook his head.

Seeing Chen Xiao shaking his head, Dean Hao was not angry, and even a little complacent.

"Young man, it doesn't matter if you can't translate it, don't be discouraged!"

"As the saying goes, it is good to read a book. Nowadays, young people carry a mobile phone wherever they go. It is rare to open a book like you and read it carefully!"

"Of course, if you're interested, you can come and discuss with me some time, and I'd like to give you some pointers."

Song Anran had an unbelievable expression on his face, both surprised and happy.

Dean Hao's ability to say these words shows that Chen Xiao left a very good impression on him.

With Dean Hao's support, let's see who dares to make irresponsible remarks this time.

However, before she could finish her joy, she heard Chen Xiao say something lightly:

"Dean Hao, you misunderstood. I shook my head not because I couldn't translate it."

"It's because there are problems with this book, and there is no need for translation!"