"Going to drink again?"

"Yes, the proprietress of the tavern was discharged from the hospital and insisted on letting me come over for a drink to express her gratitude.

I didn’t plan to go at first, but Brother Zhao, who was not part of the loading and unloading team, also came over to invite me.

It would be a bit pretentious not to go." Zhang Yan explained with a smile.

"Go ahead, it's normal for a man to have some social activities. How can a man hang around his wife every day?" Tong Mei said very understandingly.

In this regard, Tong Mei is still very open-minded, and it was also her previous family education.

Men are gods, and drinking and socializing outside is the right thing to do.

"Brother Zhang, morning!"*5

"morning!"

Zhang Yan nodded with a smile and walked into the office.

The tea has already been brewed and the temperature is just right.

This fact makes the two doctors Zhen Jia envious.

I once protested, but was directly criticized by Liang Yan, who doubted my life.

We all serve the people. If you are a doctor, are you superior to us nurses?

Or do you still want to take over the old society and let us serve you as maids?

In one sentence, Dr. Zhen Jia was so angry that she did not dare to answer the question.

The hat is too big for their small bodies to hold up.

Finally, Zhang Yan spoke. From now on, every morning, when Zhao Shengli and Qian Hongying went to fetch hot water, they would get two pots of boiling water for them.

This saved the lives of both people.

Zhang Yan took two sips of hot tea and soothed his throat. A beautiful day begins with studying.

If you are not busy, you can complete the first brush of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases" today.

Zhang Yan is looking forward to it.

However, reality is often far from hope.

Just as Zhang Yan picked up the book, the phone on his desk rang.

This phone was an extension specially approved by the factory to install for Zhang Yan to make it easier for him to go to Xicheng Hospital for surgery.

In fact, most of the phone calls in the factory are extensions. They are answered first by the factory switchboard, and then the switchboard office answers the extension.

No matter what, it is a great honor to be able to install a phone.

Moreover, this phone is to make it more convenient for Zhang Yan to go out and make flying knives.

Zhang Yan picked up the phone and heard Zhao Pengcheng's voice: "Dr. Zhang, are you busy over there?"

"It's okay! What's wrong, Director Zhao?" Zhang Yan raised his head and glanced at the empty office and outside the office.

"Well, Dr. Zhou from our hospital suffered a cerebral infarction..."

"Director Zhao, I don't know how to perform neurosurgery!" Zhang Yan quickly interrupted Zhao Pengcheng.

Good guy, I am a good friend even if I have a brain problem.

"No, Dr. Zhang, you misunderstood. Dr. Zhou has left."

"Gone! Sorry!

Is there anything you need me to do?" Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, then asked in a slower tone.

"That's right! The doctors in our hospital are also very nervous. Dr. Zhou's original patients, if we all work harder, we can still be busy.

But today is Dr. Zhou's outpatient clinic. Everyone has something to do, so we really can't get away.
Chapter completed!