Reborn 1980, the pretty military wife, the rough military man’s doting on her day and night

Wang Xiuzhen was stunned, "Sister, you can also make cosmetics, just like the ones in Guangzhou."

Li Qingran quickly explained: "The products from Guangzhou are not as good as mine. All I make are cosmetics that I think are skin-nourishing and not harmful to the skin. The products from Guangzhou are not suitable for many people and will ruin their faces." .”

"That's true." Wang Xiuzhen nodded, "You haven't seen that the shopping mall director's wife used cosmetics from Guangzhou, and the skin on her face was ruined. Now she takes various bitter medicines every day."

Li Qingran's eyes lit up, "Sister-in-law Xiuzhen, if you know the director's wife, can you introduce her to her? I have a cure."

"Really?"

"Sister-in-law, have you forgotten that I am also a doctor?"

"Yes, yes, you see I'm dizzy."

"By the way, there happens to be an employee event in a shopping mall on the weekend. She will also go there. If you come, I will introduce you."

Li Qingran nodded, laying the foundation for him to win a position in the mall in the future.

"Okay, sister-in-law Xiuzhen, I'll take the things away."

"Should I find someone to help you take this heavy thing back?"

"No, I can do it." Li Qingran held the big cardboard box firmly and walked steadily outside.

She was going to find a place to put the contents into the space, only holding an empty box.

Unexpectedly, I met an old acquaintance just as I arrived at the door.

"sister in law!"

Li Qingran tilted his head from one side. Isn't this Song Yan's comrade?

"Hello, Comrade Wen Biao."

"Ouch, sister-in-law, what are you carrying? It's so heavy that that guy Song Yan won't even come to help you."

After saying that, he quickly stepped forward and hugged the box in Li Qingran's hand. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, Song Yan really doesn't know how to love his wife. Even if he suspects that she is a spy, he can't be so indifferent.

You should talk to him carefully the next time you meet. A man who doesn't love his wife has no future.

Li Qingran felt a rush of thought in his heart. Forget it, the free labor was not wasted.

"Sister-in-law, where are you going to take me?"

"Hospital, I have to go to work in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll send it to you later. You go back first. The weather is very hot. If you get too hot, Lao Song will probably feel bad."

Li Qingran's face was already red with heat, but when she thought of Song Yan, the morning scene came out.

His face turned redder.

"Comrade Wen Biao, wait." Li Qingran jogged a few steps, bought two bottles of soda and handed them to Wen Biao.

"Here, let's drink something to cool down."

Wen Biao took the soda and drank it.

"Sister-in-law, please go back quickly. I will help you deliver it after get off work later."

Li Qingran nodded, "I'll trouble you, Comrade Wen Biao."

After saying that, he got on the bicycle that was so hot that his butt was cooked, and rushed towards the hospital.

Wen Biao also left holding a large box of things.

But at this time, under the shade of the trees next to the shopping mall, Feng Xiaoyan's eyes were darting around. She felt that this Li Qingran was so evil. This would not give her any evidence. She was making love to a man at the entrance of a state-owned shopping mall. Now look at it. What good fruit does she have to eat?

The military wife stole someone, and Song Yan was going to lose his status this time, and maybe even lose his position, so that the men in his family would have a chance to get promoted.

Li Qingran didn't expect that he would be remembered like this.

After arriving at the hospital, I parked my bicycle and returned to the emergency room, where I saw Gao Wen hurriedly coming over.

"Dr. Li, where were you at noon? The director sent someone to call you twice. You should go to his office quickly."

Li Qingran was stunned. His first reaction was that the director was looking for him. Could it be because he was not there during lunch break?

With a little drum beat in my heart, I walked to the director's office.

He took a sneak peek and met Director Luo's eyes.

awkward.

Pretending to knock on the door, "Director Luo, I heard you were looking for me?"

Luo Guoguo looked at the pretty little girl in front of him, but there was no smile on his face.

Li Qingran's heart was agitated. Director Luo was like a dark-faced Mr. Bao, which made people a little scared.

How to describe it, it looks a bit like Dean Feng. The two of them look like the kindergarten principal in Crayon Shin-chan, who looks like a gang boss.

Don't be angry and arrogant, to put it bluntly, you are born with a bad face.

"Dr. Li, I heard that you saved the septic shock patient this morning?"

Li Qingran nodded, "It's me." Is there something wrong with the patient?It shouldn't be, that person sent it in time, so he won't die.

"Well, well done."

When Li Qingran listened to Director Luo's words, it turned out that he was praising herself, which made her legs shake with fear.

Sure enough, Director Luo's face really delayed his social interactions.

"In this case, you come with me to the inpatient department."

Inpatient department?

Li Qingran didn't have time to ask, so she followed Luo Guoguo toward the inpatient department.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the ward, I heard an angry voice yelling: "I told you that I'm not sick, so you insist on bringing me to the hospital. You can't see anything and just draw blood every day. Don't you bother me?" Don’t smoke, just go away. What kind of thing is this that you gave me to eat? It tastes terrible.”

When I opened the door, I saw the little nurse with an apologetic smile on her face: "Yes, yes, you are not sick. You will be able to eat and drink in a while."

Seeing Luo Guoguo come in, he smiled and said, "Director Luo."

"Uncle Duan."

When the old man saw Luo Guozuo coming, he immediately slid down from the bed and said, "Boy Luo, you came just in time. Get me out quickly and drag me here from the capital. Why am I suffering from a terminal illness?"

"Uncle Duan, I promised Da Mao and Er Mao to take good care of you. If you go out now, how will I explain to them?"

"Go, go, stop oppressing me with those two boys. Each one is more heartless than the other. I haven't seen them for more than half a year. They are a bunch of unfilial sons."

He coughed violently as he spoke, and his face suddenly turned purple.

Luo Guoguo and the nurse quickly gave him oxygen, and his face improved a little.

"Cough cough cough... Mr. Luo, I, I want to be discharged from the hospital."

"Okay, when you get better, I will discharge you from the hospital."

The old man lowered his arms obviously weakly, breathing heavily, but he glared at Luo Guoguo fiercely and turned his face away from him.

Luo Guozuo left the ward, "What do you think of the patient just now?"

As he spoke, he handed over the case in his hand.

Li Qingran looked at the case carefully.

"Duan Yu, 65 years old, suffered from a cold four months ago. His paroxysmal dyspnea worsened at night, with frequent attacks, accompanied by cough. The sputum was pink and foamy. He could not lie down, sat upright to breathe, and had difficulty speaking. He was taking Xiaoyao Pills. The effect was not obvious. After treatment, a heart murmur was found. The cause was unknown. Since admission, the patient has lost weight, has poor energy, appetite, and sleep. He has no history of high blood pressure, diabetes, etc., and has a history of smoking."