"Dean Nimi?"

Song Jong-hyuk's heart shook, and there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't worry that the dean is very good, and he won't do anything to you."

Yin Huimei rolled her eyes and added comfortingly: "Ah, didn't I tell you? ”

Song Jong-hyuk looked at her in complete surprise and shook his head suspiciously.

"Dean Wuli," Yoon Hye-mi playfully looked at Song Jong-hyuk's ever-changing face, "But your senior brother who is a university teacher, Dr. Song, your direct elder." ”

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Song Jong-hyuk breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and his clenched fists loosened: "Although I say this, but in this case, wouldn't the dean be more strict with me?" ”

"Ah, Jonghyuk oppa, what do you have to worry about? You, but the teacher and nephew whom the Dean has always admired the most, and the young leader of the entire medical community in the Republic of Korea! The dean is full of praise for you and instructs us to learn more from you. ”

Yoon Hye-mi looked at Song Jong-hyuk's uncompetitive performance with hatred, and said, "You, just wait for the dean to praise and care about you, and other things," she let out an exclamation voice: "Leave it all aside!" ”

"After all, you're Song Jong-hyuk!"

Yoon Hye-mi put her hands on Song Jong-hyuk's shoulders and squeezed them slightly to comfort.

Feeling the power of Yoon Hye-mi's pinching shoulder, and realizing the sincerity of concern in her words, Song Jong-hyuk gave a reluctant smile in return.

"It's okay, Emmi." He broke away from Yoon Hye-mi's hand and held it in front of him.

Yoon Hye-mi was so surrounded by Song Jong-hyuk that her whole body leaned forward, her head tilted up, her chin slightly tilted, and she was facing Song Jong-hyuk's face.

The distance is less than five centimeters, and the breathing is close at hand, and even the pores on Song Jong-hyuk's face and the moist pupils can be seen clearly, Yoon Hye-mi's face turned red almost instantly, and her breathing became much shorter.

She held Song Jong-hyuk's chest, broke free violently, turned her back, put her hands on her face, felt the temperature of her hot hands, and breathed heavily, dissipating the embarrassment from the inside out.

"You, hurry up, the dean is still waiting for you."

She urged.

"Oh, good, good."

Song Jong-hyuk was also a little amused by Yoon Hye-mi's actions, and promised with a smile that he would leave alone.

"Hey, wait," Yin Huimei hurriedly called him, and the embarrassment on her face quickly disappeared: "You don't know the way, I'll send you there." ”

Song Jong-hyuk was as good as a stream, allowing Yoon Hye-mi to hold her arm and lead her towards the dean's office.

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"Dean Nim." Yin Hye-mi called in her mouth and knocked lightly on the door.

"Oh, come in."

A neutral voice came from the door.

Yoon Hye-mi gave Song Jong-hyuk an encouraging look and reached out to open the door.

Song Jong-hyuk took a deep breath, dragged his injured leg, and slowly entered.

Big, big.

Luxury, very luxurious.

Books, full of books.

At a glance, the living room of hundreds of square meters, a set of luxurious leather sofas, and a complete set of TV stereos stand in front of you.

The surrounding walls are blocked by large bookshelves, and the books on them are very eye-catching.

There is a door open next to it, which should be a lounge, bathroom, study and other compartments.

Song Jong-hyuk's gaze swept over the furnishings one by one and fell to the front window.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, an antique desk looking at some years is displayed there.

A middle-aged man with a ruddy face was sitting in the back, as if he was writing something.

His hair was black and thick, neatly opened, and shone with oily light.

Hearing the sound of Song Jong-hyuk coming in, the middle-aged man raised his head and showed a kind smile.

"Oh, Jonghyuk, you're here."

Song Jong-hyuk glanced at the nameplate on the table, quickly bowed and asked, "Dean Nim, hello." ”

"Hey, there are no outsiders, so don't be so polite, right?"

The dean's ass was lifted from his seat, and he dragged to stop Song Jong-hyuk from saluting, and said so on his lips.

"In the end, it's also my fault, I haven't been going to see you since you were admitted to the hospital."

"No, Dean Nim." Song Jong-hyuk insisted on finishing the salute and put on a smile: "I didn't come to greet you in time, it was my rudeness." Now you actually let an elder personally ask me about it, Zhong Hyuk is really ashamed. ”

"Eh, what are you talking about, kid?" The dean pretended to be unhappy and complained: "Not to mention my relationship with your teacher, just because you are the signature doctor of thoracic surgery, I can't ignore you." ”

He finally got up completely, walked out from behind his desk, came to the couch, and sat down.

Song Jong-hyuk hurriedly walked over and sat upright with his butt next to one-third of the sofa, turning to the direction of the dean's side face.

"How? How are you recovering? ”

The dean looked at Song Jong-hyuk with concern.

Song Jong-hyuk hurriedly replied, "Ahhhhhhhhh ”

"That's good, take care of your body as soon as possible, and you can get back to work quickly." The dean nodded and looked at Song Jong-hyuk with a smile.

Song Jong-hyuk subconsciously rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

The blood that had been splashed during the operation had been discarded along with the gloves. But he always felt that there was something on his skin, and it was very uncomfortable to be sticky

The dean groaned, and said in a low tone: "I heard that you operated on the patient in violation of regulations just now?" ”

Song Jonghyuk was stunned for a moment, and quickly raised his head to justify: "Dean Nim, it was really a special situation just now!" The patient's injuries were urgent, and the neurologist was again—"

"Huh." The dean raised his hand and stopped Song Jong-hyuk from continuing: "Director Cui has already made it clear to me just now. ”

He touched his smooth chin and picked up a beard that had just emerged: "Although he delayed the patient's treatment time and also made a big mistake, but no matter what, you are committing a taboo in the hospital to let a person who is not our hospital and does not know the origin of the operation on the patient!" ”

This merciless count made Song Jong-hyuk's heart sink and clenched his hands on his knees.

"Dean, it's all my fault for this matter, I proposed to wait for no one to come and do the operation as soon as possible."

He lowered his head and closed his eyes: "It has nothing to do with other people, please punish me alone!" ”

There was a hint of delicacy in the dean's eyes, and then he hid behind the thick lenses: "Punishment or something, it's not up to me to decide now." ”

He took off his glasses, sighed towards the lenses, and said slowly while wiping: "Just now I have promised Director Cui that a whole hospital inquiry meeting will be held tomorrow to discuss a final decision on this matter." ”

"Inquiry?"

Song Jong-hyuk leaned over and asked.

"Hmm." The dean avoided his gaze: "When the time comes, not only the representatives of doctors from various departments will come, but the chairman will also attend." ”

"Now, you know how big of a fuss you guys are, right?"

He raised his hand and squeezed Song Jong-hyuk's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Dean Nim."

The voice was low, but it was clearly audible, making the dean's face a little weird.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Song Jong-hyuk raised his head, his eyes full of guilt and apology, but the flickering light showed his determination.

"It doesn't matter if I don't want to be a doctor, please don't punish anyone else!"