Back at the hospital, there were a few changes in positions, the work was rearranged, and everything gradually stabilized.

Although Director Tang and Dean Li both said that Zhang Kun is still focusing on physical recovery, so there is no need for Zhang Kun to be responsible for too specific work, but Director Tang and Dean Li give face, but Zhang Kun can't use face as a lining.

Pampered and proud?

Zhang Kun has never been this kind of person, usually people respect him a foot, and he is also a foot.

Since Dean Li and Director Tang gave face, he naturally couldn't lose face to the two of them, so after the conversation, he entered the work state as soon as possible.

First looked at all the cases in the hospital, mainly for those who were recuperating and then preparing for surgery, and then according to the recuperation status and the needs of patients, Zhang Kun began to arrange the operation time one by one.

In the afternoon of the same day, Zhang Kun solved three surgeries, and the next day, he had five surgeries in a row.

Although they were all minor surgeries, or routine surgeries, the speed still surprised Director Tang for a while. But at the same time, Director Tang was also secretly relieved, so it seems that Zhang Kun is really almost recovered.

After eight consecutive surgeries, Zhang Kun completely regained the feeling he had last year, standing on the operating table, his steady hands repairing the patient's damage little by little, and cutting out the patient's lesions.

Watching one patient after another slowly recover under his hands, a feeling of high spirits rose again, and that confident look appeared on Zhang Kun's cheeks again.

In the early morning of the next Monday, the sky was slightly bright, Zhang Kun, who had just returned from Nanshan City, walked out of Shaoxi Railway Station, rubbed his slightly swollen temples, and finally woke up a little, then hailed a taxi and went home.

When the taxi arrived home, it was exactly six o'clock, and after paying for the car, Zhang Kun got out of the car, looked at the rising sun that had just jumped out of the horizon, and took a deep breath.

The air in the early morning was exceptionally fresh, and when he inhaled a cool breath into his abdomen, Zhang Kun was refreshed, and only then could he be considered completely awake.

There was a relaxed smile on his face, and then he walked towards the door with brisk steps, took out the key to open the main door, and was about to change his clothes, and then greeted Mr. Shangliang and continued to start today's "self-abuse".

That's right, masochism.

In Zhang Kun's view, practicing martial arts is completely masochistic.

If it weren't for self-abuse, who would run early in the morning and before dawn to practice the horse steps of Narausch?

Zama step is good zama step, but it is still a moving horse, Zhang Kun has never heard of it before.

Sometimes Zhang Kun even wonders, did he offend Old Man Liang somewhere, and deliberately made such a thing to make himself suffer?

But I thought so, but after all, it was something I had already promised, and Zhang Kun could only grit his teeth and swallow his stomach of bitter water.

But as soon as he opened the door, Zhang Kun's eyes widened, and he looked at the door in a daze: "Zhao Lina?"

Zhang Kun blinked desperately, and even quietly pinched his thigh, which hurt.

Hell, it's not a dream, it's really Zhao Lina, this guy hasn't ascended to heaven yet?

Zhang Kun was stunned and was about to speak, but suddenly he found that Zhao Lina seemed to be a little wrong.

Squirming, embarrassed, with his head down, he didn't even seem to dare to look at him directly.......

The corners of Zhang Kun's eyes twitched, last time, when Zhao Lina brought Ye Nantian and Old Man Li here, it seemed like this.

"Who are you bringing here?" Zhang Kun glared at Zhao Lina viciously.

Hell, I've told me again and again before not to take my soul to me anymore, and I'm too busy to wander around.

The college entrance examination is only more than three months away, and if you don't seize the time to cram, if the score is too bad, even if you have a relationship, you will be embarrassed to speak.

However, hearing Zhang Kun's words, Zhao Lina in the door hurriedly raised her head, and then shook her hand again and again: "No, absolutely not, I really didn't bring others over this time!"

Hearing Zhao Lina's words, Zhang Kun was stunned at first, and then his heart was relieved.

That's fine, as long as you don't take any souls here.

It's not that Zhang Kun is unwilling to help those souls, but that Zhang Kun has been really busy lately and has too many things to deal with.

Not to mention the college entrance examination, the relationship with Zhou Yaqi has been repaired recently, and then he has to follow up on the affairs of Shiqiao Primary School at any time, and then he has to follow up with Old Man Liang to practice martial arts, and Li Shuang disturbs him from time to time, and the hospital is .......

There are all kinds of things, Zhang Kun feels that he is busy to death now, and he really doesn't have much other time to help the soul, even if he wants to help, at least wait for him to be busy for a while, such as after the college entrance examination or something, or college.

But just when Zhang Kun breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Lina said with a slightly red face: "However, I seem to have caused trouble for you again!"

As Zhao Lina spoke, a gray figure fell from the sky and floated excitedly in front of Zhang Kun.

"Young Master Zhang, let me possess myself once!"

Yes, Mr. Liang.