Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"Um Jiangbeiyuan Jiangbeiyuan..."

Yannian wanted to cry, her thin shoulders trembled.

"nothing,"

Standing behind Yan Nian, Zhang Fan couldn't help sighing.

"He is drunk in a hurry, he has drunk too much, his stomach is bleeding, just pay attention to it in the future, don't drink so much!"

"Well, thank you Doctor Zhang, thank you for saving Jiang Beiyuan, thank you so much!"

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Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan looked a little embarrassed!

God knows how gleeful he was when he was just in the operating room!

Fengshui turns, Jiang Beiyuan, Jiang Beiyuan, you have today, and you fell into my hands. If you don't take out your intestines, your grandfather will not be named Zhang!

How!

It is not him who is in charge this time!

He is just a striker!

The chief surgeon and the deputy chief all had serious faces, as if they were undergoing major operations above the third level.

The other doctors who cooperated with each other were even more dare not to come out. They acted quickly and methodically to obey the dean's orders, for fear of neglecting something.

This posture made Zhang Fan really unable to stand it. Standing at the end of the bed, he whispered: "Isn't it just stomach bleeding..."

Before he finished speaking, the vice president stared back fiercely.

"Shut up, life is at stake, don't be hasty!"

Zhang Fan: "..."

Then the operation, which could be completed in an hour and a half, was so nervous by these people that it took three hours to complete.

Coming out of the operating room, Zhang Fan was already sweating profusely.

He is not nervous, he is suffocated, hot, almost trembling, like an operation on a national treasure.

After getting off the operating table, the dean personally arranged a VIP senior ward for Jiang Beiyuan.

It is spacious and bright, with independent bathroom, and the environment is also very good.

Before Yan Nian and Pei Jinling came in, Zhang Fan stared at the man on the bed, thinking about his three-month coffee money, five-yuan water card, broken tablet, and the white man in the men’s bathroom. The coat, the wallet with no bones left, and the 30,000-word paper that was torn apart!

and also! !

There are still traces of Jiang Beiyuan's pinch on his neck! !

Aunt can bear it, uncle can’t bear it!

For a moment, Zhang Fan wanted to choke Jiang Beiyuan to death.

Anyway, this man is a scourge sooner or later!

but--

That face is too handsome, too gorgeous, and too strong.

If you choke to death, there will be no such good-looking man in the world. What a pity.

Thinking about it this way, the demonic thoughts that came from the bottom of my heart were suppressed again by him.

He can see it, he will never be a bad guy, because the psychological pressure to bear is too great!

"Okay... Since it's all right, then you can take good care of him, just ask me if something happens."

When his thoughts returned, Zhang Fan coughed twice at Yannian, and then left.

Fortunately, Jiang Beiyuan was not strangled.

Otherwise, I am really ashamed to look so grateful to Yannian.

...

After Zhang Fan left, the huge ward returned to tranquility again.

For the first time in her life, Yan Nian hates silence so much.

She lay on the head of the bed, quietly looking at the man on the bed. His long eyebrows, his tall nose, his thin lips and the line of his jaw formed a perfect arc.

She wanted to keep looking at him like this.

Until the eyes were blurred by a layer of tears.

I want to rely entirely on one person.

How long has it been without relying on one person?

At this moment, she couldn't help but bury her head in his palm and burst into tears.

I don't know when, Jiang Beiyuan, this man has reached a point where he is in her heart.

Believe it or not, it is her belief.