Qin Yanzheng squatted on one knee next to the recliner. He looked at the person in front of him who was in a bad mood and couldn't help but laugh softly in his throat. The doting in his black eyes could drown a person.
"My wife is gentle and caring, and she never gets angry with me, but now she is ignoring me, so I guess I am at fault."
With gentle movements, Qin Yanzheng gently turned Song Lan's hand to his side.
Of course, this also requires Song Lan's cooperation, otherwise, Song Lan's neck will be broken.
"I'm sorry. I admit my mistake."
Song Lan heard this and pretended to be indifferent: "What's wrong?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Yanzheng shook his head: "I don't know."
Song Lan almost laughed out of anger: "Then what mistake are you admitting?"
"I saw that you, my wife, were unhappy."
Qin Yanzheng continued to pretend to be innocent.
Song Lan rolled her eyes and then said, "Are you kidding me?"
"No."
Qin Yanzheng shook his head decisively.
"You are quite good at pretending, Mr. Qin!"
Extending her index finger, Song Lan poked the man's chest lightly, then leaned back on the recliner, looked at the sky, and said indifferently: "Forget it, I'll listen to you!"
As long as he doesn't think it will affect his work, what else can she say?
After all, this man insisted on picking her up and dropping her off at get off work because of her safety.
Qin Yanzheng was stunned for a moment, then he stood up and pulled a bamboo chair next to Song Lan's recliner. After sitting down, he said, "What would you like to eat for dinner?"
"I also can."
Song Lan responded casually, and soon she asked, "Will you do it?"
"You think my cooking is not tasty?"
Qin Yanzheng raised his eyebrows.
"Okay."
The taste can't be compared with hers, but it's better than that made by my brother-in-law Boyan and sister-in-law Ya.
"Then I'll do it on my own!"
Qin Yanzheng said this, but what he was thinking in his heart was to make what Song Lan liked to eat.
"Ah."
Song Lan said she had no objection.
"You rest here. I'll go to the kitchen to wash the pots and pans, and then make dinner for us."
Standing up, Qin Yanzheng saw Song Lan waving his hands lazily, and walked towards the kitchen not far away with a smile on his face.
It was cloudy and windy today, and the temperature was not very high. In addition, Song Lan's lounge chair was placed under the magnolia tree, so she didn't feel hot sitting outside at this time.
By the way, there is only one magnolia tree in this yard, but it looks to be several decades old.
……
"Let's go to the compound during the weekend."
It was late at night, and before Song Lan fell asleep, she said something to Qin Yanzheng.
"it is good."
Qin Yanzheng responded.
"We've all been transferred back to Beijing for work. I don't think it's appropriate if we don't go to the compound to visit my grandparents."
Hearing Song Lan's explanation, Qin Yanzheng said with a hint of smile: "Now that we have settled down, you can go to the compound to visit your elders anytime you want."
If you live in Beijing, even if you don’t drive there, it won’t take much time to take the bus or ride a bike.
Song Lan said "hmm".
The next day.
Qin Yanzheng went to report to his original unit, but he did not forget to send Song Lan to the hospital first. Then he asked Yang Fan to drive to his original unit.
Considering that Song Lan was pregnant, Dean Su discussed with Song Lan and made arrangements according to Song Lan's previous job at the Machinery Factory Employees Hospital.
That is, Song Lan is now a member of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Beijing Military Region General Hospital, with the rank of chief physician.
In fact, the fact that Song Lan was assigned to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine was somewhat related to Qin Yanzheng. To put it bluntly, it was Qin Yanzheng who requested Dean Su not to arrange any surgery for her before she gave birth, so as to avoid tiring Song Lan from having to operate while she was pregnant.
Dean Su thought about it and it made sense. Among the patients treated by surgeons, some would inevitably need surgery to remove lesions.
If Song Lan works in the surgery department of Western medicine, although not all surgeons are ready to go on the operating table at any time,
But Song Lan is a genius in all subjects. No matter which position in the surgical department he is placed in, it would be a waste of talent in the eyes of Dean Su.
It can also be said to be a waste of talent!
Based on this consideration, Dean Su felt that it would be safest for Song Lan to see patients in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine given Song Lan's current physical condition.
Song Lan's level is given above.
Dean Su and other hospital leaders knew Song Lan's abilities and had no objection to this.
In the blink of an eye, Song Lan has been officially working for three days. Today is the weekend after working one more day.
"Doctor Song! Come here, sit here!"
In the hospital cafeteria, Qiu Mingxuan and Mu Ting walked to an empty table with their plates and sat down. When he looked up, he unexpectedly saw Song Lan holding the plates and trying to find a table, and couldn't help but shouting.
Following the sound, Song Lan saw Qiu Mingxuan waving at her. She gave him a smile and walked straight over with the food tray.
"Doctor Qiu, Doctor Mu, you guys just had your meal too?!"
"Dr. Mu and I usually come to the cafeteria at this time on weekdays to avoid queuing if we come too early."
“There really aren’t many people coming to dine here.”
There were at most two or three people in front of the queue.
"Generally speaking, if you come at this time, the dishes are still available and you don't have to queue for a long time. If you come 20 to 30 minutes later, there will be fewer types of food available."
Mu Ting interjected.
"Is that so? Then I will come here at this time like you guys in the future."
Song Lan actually wanted to go home for lunch, but Qin Yanzheng and Li Jumei disagreed.
I have to mention here that it is true that Qin Yanzheng's original unit is in Beijing, but it is about ten kilometers away from the Military Region General Hospital, so it is not reliable for him to go home for lunch.
Furthermore, because it is a confidential unit, it is not easy to enter and exit on a daily basis.
The key point is that everyone who works there is a workaholic. This can be easily seen from the fact that Qin Yanzheng could only go home a few times a year before.
Having said that, if the leader gives special approval, it is not impossible to enter and exit freely.
Before returning to Beijing, Qin Yanzheng had already agreed with his unit leader that he needed to pick up and drop off his wife to and from get off work, so he applied for special approval.
What the leader said is not important. What is important is that the special approval was really given until Song Lan gave birth.
With the special approval, there is no problem sending Song Lan to work in the morning and picking her up in the afternoon, but what should I do if she gets off work at noon and goes to work in the afternoon?
Qin Yanzheng knew that it was unrealistic for him to travel back and forth at noon, and he was worried about letting Song Lan go home alone and then go to work alone. So, he suggested that Song Lan have lunch in the hospital cafeteria at noon.
Song Lan rolled her eyes a lot, but Qin Yanzheng persuaded Li Jumei and got the support of his mother-in-law, so Song Lan had no choice but to nod.
Thinking that the three-bedroom apartment at the hospital had not been allocated yet, Qin Yanzheng specially placed a recliner in Song Lan's clinic so that Song Lan could rest after lunch.
But what he didn't know was that Song Lan planned to deal with him for a few days first, and then try to persuade her old mother to fulfill her little wish of going home for lunch.
It was not to save money on meal tickets, but Song Lan felt that the food at home was better than that in the hospital cafeteria. Most importantly, she needed some exercise.
Closer to home.
"Are you used to going to work these past two days?"
Mu Ting suddenly asked.
"There's nothing to get used to. It's the same as my previous unit. I can say I'm familiar with it."
Song Lan responded with a smile.
"How about coming to the neurosurgery department after you've finished your confinement?"
Mu Ting couldn't hide his anticipation.
"Come to our cardiothoracic surgery department!"