Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Knowing his temperament, Sun Maosheng is not upset.

"I heard Director Wang talk about your department. Those disobedient interns were fired by me. You can come back if you don’t want to. Today there are several intractable diseases. Without you, the doctors would have lost their backbone, and all of them were timid and afraid to start."

"You don't have to say this."

Jiang Beiyuan carried the back of his head with both hands, he was lazy to the end, but he was determined to the end.

"At that time, not only the interns, but the whole chest, except Zhang Fan, no one said a word for my wife. I gave them the opportunity, but they didn't know how to cherish it. Besides—"

"Surgery requires cooperation between colleagues. Once there is a gap, I can't guarantee the success rate of the operation now. Instead of asking me to go back, you might as well find another skilled medical practitioner to be the front of the center."

"Yes, yes, you are right,"

Sun Maosheng nodded, his reading glasses were about to fall off, and he raised his hand and pushed.

"Xiao Jiang, I understand what you mean. You said that there is a rift between colleagues. In fact, everyone has no suspicion for you. Now you are eager for Jiang Beiyuan to go back to work immediately. Where can you blame your waywardness, right?"

"..."

Jiang Beiyuan did not speak any more.

Inside, he yelled at him, and he nodded to Sun Maosheng, "You go out first, my wife is in the bathroom."

Sun Maosheng nodded again, sighed, turned and left unwillingly.

Jiang Beiyuan took Yannian out and walked out.

Yannian had two hands around his neck, and a plaster leg was placed on Jiang Beiyuan's lower abdomen, hanging so leisurely.

Jiang Beiyuan looked down at her.

The beautiful eyes of the woman in her arms are pure and clear, and there are clear waves in the dark.

He has always been sensitive to the position of the lower abdomen, but Nizi doesn't seem to be conscious of it at all.

"Who came just now, is that Director Wang Shuang?"

"No."

Jiang Beiyuan explained lightly, did not say much, his face became a little serious, as if thinking about something.

When we arrived at the general surgery ward, a large number of doctors and nurses gathered at the door of Yannian's ward.

All white lab coats and blue nurse uniforms were bustling, some whispering.

In this posture, Yannian thought of Ding Baoyi's car accident when the scene was so spectacular.

The big guy saw Jiang Beiyuan and Yannian coming, and walked over one after another, standing beside, behind and in front of them, surrounding them.

One of them opened his mouth and said to Yannian:

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jiang, last time we couldn't help but we shouldn't say you were bad, I'm really sorry!"

As one of them started, the others nodded one after another.

As neat and uniform as a chorus, all bowed to words and thoughts:

"Sorry, Mrs. Jiang! We were wrong!"

The loud voice, sincere and sincere, echoed thoroughly in the corridor, all speaking and thinking.

Yannian's little heart thumped twice, looking at this, and then at that, flattered, since I was young, I have never experienced such a big posture.

Finally looked at Jiang Beiyuan.

"This……"

She still wants to listen to Jiang Beiyuan's opinions.

Jiang Beiyuan behaved very calmly, his brows wrinkled, and his black eyes showed displeasure.

"You can, knowing that you are here to stop me, forcibly apologizing forcing me to accept it, right?"

"No, no, Dr. Jiang, we just want to beg you to give us another chance to reform and refresh!"

"Yes, Doctor Jiang, please, whoever is not a sage can do nothing, we really really know that we are wrong!"

"..."