The smile in the corner of Zhang Fenxiang's eyes gradually disappeared, her love history with Yuan Fan was decades ago, Yuan Li is a junior, how did she know that it would not be Yuan Fan's preference for Yuan Li, right...... This mouth is broken!

She pressed the looming anger in her eyes, and smiled far-fetched on her lips: "Heh, I want to miss the old love, can your mother who died early be the wife of the Yuan family? Don't say that with you, you won't come out of your mother's belly at all." Teach me a lesson, and don't weigh how many pounds or taels you have. ”

If it weren't for the fact that Yuan Fan needed to bear the medicine, it would be necessary for her to hide here under Yuan Li's breath, leaning on the side of the corridor, skillfully taking out the cigarette stem, and biting it into the gap between her lips and teeth.

The woman scolded inexorably, but Director Zhao, who was caught in the middle, was anxious, and persuaded both sides to say good words: "How old are you, can't you tell the priorities of things? Give each other a face, and take a step back." ”

Yuan Li rolled his eyes and ignored it, and turned to Director Zhao with a kind face: "Doctor Zhao, my father's illness will trouble you." ”

"Duty, you go to the break room and wait for the announcement. Director Zhao wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead with his white sleeves, and bent down to make a gesture of invitation with one hand, "Professor Zhang, thank you for your hard work." ”

Zhang Fenxiang glanced at it casually, picked off the unlit cigarette, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and strode away.

Director Zhao couldn't help but be surprised by the results of the blood test on the film: Yuan Fan had cancer. According to his understanding, Yuan Fan is friends with the director of the hospital, and he regularly comes to the hospital for check-ups every month, and it is impossible to find out until the middle stage of cancer.

He wondered if there was a mistake in the result, and when he hesitated, the list was withdrawn. "You ......"

Zhang Fenxiang put it away and put it in the file in her left hand, "Yuan Fan's illness, from now on, I will be in charge." For specific matters, I will personally communicate with Yuan Fan later. "Dr. Zhao is a peer with her and can read the medical records. She didn't want Dr. Zhao to find out that she was deliberately hiding Yuan Fan's illness and pretending to be 'kind' to take over.

As soon as these words came out, Director Zhao didn't bother to think about it, and happily responded to Zhang Fenxiang's request. More things are better than less things, his director's position has just been promoted, Yuan Fan is not diagnosed well, the dean blames it, and he has to give up if he doesn't sit in the hot director's chair. The brutal Yuan Li, he can't explain it. The hot potato was handed away, and the boulder hanging from his chest fell with it.

He was ecstatic, and his face was struggling, "Okay." However, it would be better for me to report to the dean beforehand. If you need help, you can call me. ”

"Yes. ”

Yuan Fan underwent a round of conservative medication and slowly woke up. Weakly opened his eyes, and what he could see was the face that he couldn't forget for a long time, and he was so excited that he couldn't talk incoherently, "You, why are you here." ”

Looking around at the pale walls around him, the residual disinfectant water diffused in the air, and he seemed to remember the scattered fragments before he fell unconscious.

Zhang Fenxiang sat on the edge of the hospital bed, and her tone was calm, "You are sick." Try to keep a good temper and don't be overjoyed. ”

"Do I have cancer?" Yuan Fan's expression was indifferent, and his calm voice was unwavering, as if he was saying something very ordinary.

Zhang Fenxiang was stunned and asked in a low voice, "...... you You know?"

"Hmm. Yuan Fan nodded. "My own body, more or less felt. The medical examination form has your signature on it, and although your name is not written, I still recognize the familiar font. ”