"Yard, Dean Nimi?"

Song Jong-hyuk asked in a panic, looking at Yoon Hye-mi with a nervous face.

"Why are you so nervous? The dean is very good, but he won't do anything to you. ”

Yoon Hye-mi looked at Song Jong-hyuk, who was overreacting, strangely, rolled her eyes, and added a little funny: "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?" Song Jong-hyuk breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but he still didn't dare to let go of his heart: "Although I said this, 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 expression 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 put it on his knees.

Yoon Hye-mi was so surrounded by Song Jong-hyuk, her whole body leaned down, her head was lowered, and her face was lowered to face 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 knees, stood up suddenly, 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 overwhelmed by Yoon Hye-mi's actions, and agreed blankly that he would walk outside when he got out of bed.

"Hey, wait," Yin Huimei hurriedly called him, and the embarrassment on her face quickly disappeared: "I'll send you there." ”

"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, pushed the wheelchair, and slowly entered.

Big, big.

Luxury, very luxurious.

Books, full of books.

Song Jong-hyuk looked at the so-called "office" in front of him dumbfounded, and his mouth grew so long that he couldn't close it for a long time.

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.

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 pushed the wheelchair over and turned 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, "Ahhh ”

"But I see you, it's not the same Cheng dù." The dean looked at Song Jong-hyuk playfully and with a smile.

Song Jong-hyuk subconsciously touched the plaster on his left leg and smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

The dean's face turned pale: "Such a big person, you have to learn to take care of your body." You are a doctor, how can you treat patients if you have problems with your body? ”

This serious remark made Song Jong-hyuk blush-faced, and he almost shrank his face into the gap between his legs.

A smile appeared in the dean's eyes: "So, hurry up and take care of your body and return to your post in the hospital." ”

He scratched his head in distress: "The thoracic surgery department is already short of manpower, your section chief went abroad to attend a conference, and you were in charge of various affairs before, and when you had a car accident like this, the entire department was in chaos." ”

"Do you hear that? You've got a lot of work to do. He reached out and patted Song Jong-hyuk on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Dean Nim."

The voice was low, but audible, and it interrupted the dean's tirade at once, and choked the rest of his words in his throat.

"For? What's wrong? The dean's face became stern, and his heart was instantly filled with an ominous premonition, but he still tried his best to liven up the atmosphere: "Don't be kidding, Zhong Hyuk." ”

"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.

"In my current state—" Song Jong-hyuk's voice was very formal and stern, word by word, word by word, difficult but sure to spit out the words out of his mouth.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to be a doctor anymore."

(PS1: Today's dormitory dinner, so the update is late, and Thai Soft apologizes to everyone.)

ps2: Because of the recommendation, there are a lot of collections today, and I'm very happy.

ps3: Convention, ask for book reviews, ask for recommendations, ask for collections. ）