After sending Qu Jincun to the parking lot, Molly waved her hand freely, and she was about to leave in her broken car.

Unexpectedly, Qu Jincun grabbed her arm and said to her solemnly: "You call." "Don't try to sneak away, girl!

Molly raised her eyebrows, poked her eyebrows with two fingers, and said in a big way: "Oh, since you are so sincere, then let's really talk about my salary - lost time pay, personal insurance, basic salary plus accident insurance, labor protection supplies, clothes, shoes and socks, aprons, net pockets, cooking utensils, pots, stoves, stoves, knives, shovels, spoons...... You've got to get it for me! ”

She said quickly, Qu Jincun thought that his brain was not slow, but he still almost didn't keep up with her train of thought, his handsome face was a little embarrassed and confused, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "It sounds fine, I think I can still afford it, besides, call me to tell me - it's useless to change the subject." ”

"......" Molly tilted her head to look at him, shrugged her shoulders silently, and deliberately took a step back, "It's really not good to fool, okay then, hand out." ”

Feeling that he had won a decisive victory, Qu Jincun stretched out his hand contentedly, his fingers long and powerful, and there was a thin layer of calluses on some of his fingertips—this was the hand of a senior surgeon.

Without saying a word, Molly grabbed his fingers with one hand and flattened his palm, and with the other hand, she took out the ballpoint pen from her apron pocket to memorize the menu, and pulled it up in his palm one by one.

As a senior surgeon with precise surgical procedures and a reputation in the province and even the whole country, Qu Jincun's hands are not insensitive=sensitive, especially the palm position, which is the key point to control the balance of the scalpel, so the sharp ballpoint pen is drawn on it, so he can't help but shrink a little.

And Molly's movements were fast, and she brushed a few strokes of "force through the back of the paper", which wrote a string of numbers on the palm of his hand.

"Alright." She smiled delicately and sunnyly, "It seems that you won't be able to wash your hands for a while." ”

Qu Jincun was silent.

turned on the switch of the electric car, and saw Molly raise her hand to the sky without looking back, and then drove away with her electric car.

His spirit is flying, and he lives like a gentleman who has succeeded in his bad taste......

Qu Jincun pinched his eyebrows, sat back in his car, first quietly came out of his mind, reminisced about the good taste he ate today, and then slowly started the car to go home to rest.

His breakfast, lunch, and dinner are often booked early, even if he can avoid drinking because of surgery or consultation, but he can't eat well for one reason or another - if anyone can eat enough at the dinner, then he must be thick-skinned enough or have a high status, but unfortunately Qu Jincun can't do it yet.

has been working hard to go to school, master's and doctoral studies, and then directly entered a provincial hospital in the top ten in the country, and sat in the position of director in the shortest time, but Qu Jincun felt that he was becoming more and more confused.

Dinner, surgery, consultation, dinner, inspection, dinner, peer exchange, dinner...... With so many uncontrollable external factors, he, a bit of a picky eater, has gradually become more and more picky eaters, and recently, he has discovered that he has signs of anorexia tendencies......

Whether it is abalone, sea cucumber or shark fin bird's nest, eating it always has a difficult muddy taste in his mouth.

At first, he thought it was because of the pressure of competition and his own psychological effects, but later he checked the function of the taste buds and the tongue nerve (made up by the author), and found that he had mild anorexia.

He didn't eat, he didn't have the strength in his body, he couldn't replenish enough with nutrients alone, and if there was a major surgery that lasted for twelve or even twenty hours, he would definitely not be able to survive.

When anorexia was first detected, Qu Jincun was still in the middle of a little panic: Is that all? Can't eat anyway? Do you fail day by day, until you are buried in the dust like other patients who die of anorexia?

But the torment of disease does not depend on human will, until one day, a familiar little nurse went out for a snack and came back to bring him a night of Yangchun noodles, and he ate the only full meal in more than 100 days.

- Yangchun noodles He found a lot of houses, almost all the noodle restaurants in the city, but no.

None of them taste as good as that bowl!

Until one day......