Teach me to speak?

Zhang Kun looked at Julia's back a little stupidly.

Why did such a sentence come out of nowhere?

Moreover, aren't you here to film, it is said that the time is still very tight, and you still have time to practice speaking with me?

And, most importantly, I never thought about practicing spoken English.

What is the use of learning English well? For Zhang Kun, who basically does not go abroad, it is completely useless.

Even if he occasionally goes abroad, Zhang Kun mostly goes to Chuanchangna, and Chuanchang knows Chinese, so there is no communication barrier between the two, and as for others, Zhang Kun basically has little contact.

And there is really something that must be contacted, Zhang Kun has no problem hearing, and he can barely communicate with handwriting.

Speaking or something, for Zhang Kun, it is really not a necessary skill.

Therefore, since inheriting English knowledge from Ye Nantian, even with such a good foundation, Zhang Kun never planned to practice speaking well.

And now, Julia, who had only met for the second time, actually said that she wanted to teach him spoken English, Zhang Kun was confused and dumbfounded, and couldn't cry or laugh.

What is this going on?

However, when Zhang Kun came back to his senses and wanted to politely refuse Julia's kindness, he found that Julia's back was far away from the clinic.

Zhang Kun shook his head and smiled bitterly, forget it, I'll talk to her tomorrow.

Moreover, Zhang Kun thought, maybe Julia just mentioned what she said just now, and she may not forget it herself tomorrow.

After all, such a big star, he is busy, how can he have time to practice what speaking with him.

Zhang Kun thought.

Nothing happened one night, the next day.

Early in the morning, Zhang Kun finished breakfast, and then came to the clinic on time to open for business.

I saw that Zhang Kun had just cleaned the clinic briefly, and Julia walked in, accompanied by the assistant director of the shooting team.

"Good morning, Dr. Zhang. Julia greeted Zhang Kun with a smile.

Zhang Kun smiled and nodded in response, put down the feather duster in his hand, beckoned Julia to come to the consultation table and sit down, and then reached out to get the paper and pen on the consultation table.

But at this time, a pair of tender little hands gently pressed the pen and paper on the table.

Julia looked at Zhang Kun with a serious face: "Speaking, Doctor Zhang, please communicate with me in speaking." ”

Zhang Kun looked stunned, looking at the paper and pen that were gently pressed by Julia, and then looked at Julia's solemn appearance, Zhang Kun couldn't cry or laugh.

Co-author, what Julia said yesterday was serious?

Do you really want to practice speaking with him?

At this time, even if Zhang Kun wanted to refuse Julia's kindness tactfully, he had to have a pen and paper.

But looking at the paper and pen that Julia was holding lightly, he couldn't grab it.

Zhang Kun hesitated for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: "MissJulia, areyou, areyouheretochangegauze?"

Zhang Kun was intermittent, hesitating, and paused to say the simplest sentence he could come up with.

And even so, Zhang Kun is not sure if he is right and whether he pronounces it correctly.

However, listening to Zhang Kun's words, Julia obviously showed a smile on her face, nodded and smiled: "Yes, Dr. Zhang, I'm here to change the gauze, I'm sorry for you." ”

Well, it's no problem to listen, it's still very simple for Zhang Kun. Zhang Kun nodded, which also meant that there should be nothing wrong with the words he said, at least, Julia understood.

It's not easy.

Zhang Kun secretly smiled bitterly.

After one last glance at the paper and pen that were still gently pressed by Julia, Zhang Kun got up with a wry smile and turned to prepare gauze and medicinal powder.

After a while, Zhang Kun walked back with the things he needed, and Zhang Kun motioned for Julia to put her injured arm in front of him.

Zhang Kun first observed the condition of the gauze on his arm, it was very good, there was no loosening, and there was no bleeding, and the wound position was well protected.

Zhang Kun nodded, then picked up the scissors next to him and began to carefully cut the gauze.

While slowly removing the gauze, I pondered the simplest question in my heart.

"Isthereanythinguncomfortableaboutthewoundyesterday?" Zhang Kun said intermittently in broken English.

Julia shook her head: "There was nothing particularly uncomfortable yesterday, except that there was occasionally a little pain in the wound location, but it was not very obvious. ”

Zhang Kun nodded: "This is normal, uh, Thisisnormal, keepawayfromwaterforthenextfewdays,takeyourmedicineontime." ”

Julia nodded with a smile and signaled that she would follow the doctor's instructions: "I have been very careful to avoid water stains, and I took medicine before going out this morning." ”

During the conversation, Zhang Kun had already removed the old gauze and looked at the wound, the suture was slightly yellowed, it was the residual medicinal powder, and everything was normal except for the rest.

Zhang Kun cleaned it with normal saline, then sprinkled it with new powder, and finally re-bandaged it with new gauze, and it was done.

“The，zeatthistimetomorrow。 Zhang Kun's broken English continued to speak intermittently.

"It's good that I'm recovering well, thanks to Dr. Zhang's medical skills, that's okay, then I'll come back tomorrow morning to trouble Dr. Zhang." Julia nodded, and after speaking, Julia looked at Zhang Kun with a smile again: "Look, in fact, speaking is not as difficult as you think, isn't it very good to say Doctor Zhang." ”

Zhang Kunqiang resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and barely squeezed out a smile on his face and nodded.

Julia then paid the consultation fee and turned to leave.

And looking at Julia's back gradually moving away, Zhang Kun breathed a sigh of relief and wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead.

It's not that it's tired of changing gauze, it's purely spoken in English.

Mom, speaking English is more tiring than playing Wing Chun.

But what worries Zhang Kun the most is that tomorrow, Julia will come, and then, he has to say.

No, we have to think of something.

Zhang Kun turned his head to look at the paper and pen on the table, at least, the paper and pencil had to be put in a different place.