Huatian Hospital.

Didi!

A small electric donkey was flying, with both tires in front and back dry and their weight exceeded the standard. If you were seen by the traffic police, you would definitely stop them and give you a good course on traffic rules.

As the security manager, Huang Guan is no longer the former Wu Xia Amon. Because of his own efforts and talent, he has received the attention of the dean. He has been promoted from an ordinary ambulance driver to this place now.

He can proudly tell anyone.

I, Huang Guan, rely on my own abilities, I am a thousand-mile horse, and Dean Li Laifu is Bole. I did not receive attention before, because there were too few Bole.

"Brother Huang, this cigarette is OK." A young man respectfully lit a cigarette for Huang Guan, his face full of flattery.

I knew that I had to do a good job of shooting at a young age, and my future achievements were limitless.

Old-fashioned people are rich and noble, which only appears in TV series.

People don’t dare to promote it, just because they are afraid that you will destroy your relatives for justice.

"Well, it's not bad. Xiaoyong, you do it well. I'm very optimistic about you." Huang Guan smoked a cigarette and patted the other person's shoulder. Once upon a time, he found that Xiaoyong was the same as before, but at that time, he was not as good as Xiaoyong.

If Xiaoyong had the ability to do so, he would not have suffered so much.

Sudden.

When Huang Guan saw Lin Fan's figure, his face changed slightly and hurriedly ran towards Lin Fan. Two mentally ill patients came to the hospital. This was not a wonderful thing.

"Why are you here?" Huang Guan came to the two of them and asked friendly.

Lin Fan said: "We sent him to the hospital. He was seriously injured and seemed to be about to lose his life."

Huang Guan saw Kaohsiung in his arms by Lin Fan and pondered for a moment, "Come with me, I'll take you to go through the hospitalization procedures."

These two mentally ill patients are the ones who even the dean has to drive an ambulance to take them back.

It must be well served.

"Brother Huang, I'll do it." Xiaoyong took the initiative to petition, just leave this kind of trivial matter to him, so how can Brother Huang take action?

He just arrived at the hospital not long ago.

I don’t know the legendary figure of Huatian Hospital.

Countless patients that doctors are looking forward to.

They are the two men that touched the dean's heart.

Huang Guan said: "No, you can go and I will tell you later."

The hospital staff all knew that Huang Guan was a celebrity around the director. Who would not give him face? The hospitalization procedures were handled quickly, and there were basically no problems. At the same time, doctors were arranged to rescue the injured.

As for paying the money first?

If you talk to a mentally ill patient, he will talk to you about how much life is worth.

A large area of ​​bones in Kaohsiung's body were cracked, all of which were caused by the anger of evil objects.

He was able to survive until now because his strength was not weak.

And Lao Zhang's contribution.

The cosmic operation method is useful, but the sequelae are a bit serious and the effect is not too stable.

Dean's Office.

Li Laifu likes to chat in the group if he is fine. When he was the vice president, his status in the group was not high. When he saw a group of big shots bubbling inside, he would humbly pretend to dive and silently look at the news in the group.

Those people brag about the boss.

The words are extremely gorgeous.

It’s like drinking a cool spring in summer, and it’s cool to the heart.

A writer in the group who works in tradition posted a poem.

This traditional writer is a big man who abdicated and was bored when he was idle and posted some messy things in the group every day.

"Sky"

‘Blue sky’

‘White Colorful Clouds’

‘I look at the clouds in the sky’

‘I found that my heart was as white as the cloud’

A brief silence in the group.

Immediately afterwards.

"Okay, well written."

"The artistic conception is extraordinary, and Teacher He's mood is as pure as a white cloud."

"Thumbs!"

“Study.”

When Li Laifu looked at these contents, he blushed at these people. It was so fucking so much that I could write hundreds of poems for you a day.

The upright President Li is ready to teach these flattering guys a lesson.

Press your phone screen with your ten fingers.

In less than a minute, a poem is completed and sent out.

Counting

‘One, two, three, four, five, six, seven’

‘7899321’

‘Nine is missing, and ten is missing, and zero is missing’

‘Four but five and six are missing, and zero’

The group was silent for a short time again.

Immediately afterwards.

‘Teacher He: Dean Li wrote well, and his artistic conception is even more artistic than the poem I just wrote.’

‘Okay, it’s so great, Dean Li has made another big work.’

‘I envy Dean Li’s talent.’

‘Record Dean Li’s masterpiece and read it every night before going to bed.’

Li Laifu looked at the chat content with satisfaction and was in a good mood. Then he clicked on the red envelope and entered the amount of one dollar and the quantity was 100.

Click Send.

On average, one cent per person, whoever steals the money will lose money.

Then all kinds of emoticons of "Thank you, boss" filled the group.

"Haha, vulgar, you who can be bought by money are simply a shame in the writer's world."

Li Laifu didn't want to say one more thing to this group of vulgar people.

Just when he was about to stop playing with his phone.

Someone sent him a red envelope with a private message.

A group member in the group.

"Director Li, your masterpiece just now is so wonderful. I want to move to my official account. I hope you can allow it. The little red envelope is not respectful."

Li Laifu has quick eyes and quick hands, and he habitually clicks on the red envelope.

RMB 18.8.

Satisfied.

Li Laifu replied: "A casual work, forward it at will, no thanks."

Dongdong!

Huang Guan walked in respectfully, "Dean, the two mentally ill patients are here."

Li Laifu, who was free, heard that two mentally ill patients came to the hospital and immediately became energetic. He hurriedly got up and said, "Let's go and take me to see."

He really missed both patients too much.

How long hasn't we met?

Miss very much.

I was bothering them too often before, which made him feel a little irritated, but it was not easy to see them during this period, and I really miss them.

His current state of mind is that he will never cherish what he has gained, and he will not regret it until he loses it.

In the corridor.
To be continued...