A more sent, tired and white, minus fifteen or sixteen degrees outside for a day, frozen into a dog, everyone give some Sanjiang tickets to comfort it, was exploded to seventh, and depressed! Next shift at 9 p.m.!

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Qiao Zikun is an old smoker, almost never leaving his hand, many people have persuaded him, saying that he is the director of a public tertiary hospital, smoking cigarettes one by one, the image is not good, and it is even worse for the body.

Qiao Zikun didn't know that his frequent smoking affected the image of the hospital, and there was no benefit to his body, he wanted to quit smoking countless times, but the pressure of work was too great, the staff had to eat, the hospital had to develop, and almost all the big and small things were pressed on his shoulders, so that he was a little out of breath, although smoking a cigarette did not have any benefit, but it could give him spiritual comfort, so he quit smoking countless times and failed countless times.

Today, Qiao Zikun's office is still smoky, like a sauna, Bei Yiming was so smoked that he coughed again and again as soon as he came in, and said with a wry smile: "Dean Qiao, let's smoke less." ”

Qiao Zikun didn't answer the words with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a copy of Wen Jiàn from his desk, handed it to Bei Yiming and said, "Look at it." ”

Bei Yiming took it and looked at it, it was a document issued by the Health Bureau, the general content was that the city's medical and health system jointly held a gala on New Year's Day, and the city's major radio stations and media would come over for interviews and live broadcasts, requiring each hospital to select and rehearse its own programs, and it was necessary to show the spiritual outlook of contemporary medical workers in front of the people of the city.

Bei Yiming feels a little strange, on New Year's Day, all hospitals will hold a New Year's Day party, but they have always organized and operated by themselves, and they have played their own games, and there has never been a situation where the city's medical and health mouth jointly held a New Year's Day party.

What kind of virtue is the group of officials in the Health Bureau, Bei Yiming has heard of it for a long time, and he has never done anything that has no benefits to take advantage of, and if he can get some benefits from the hospital, it will be like a shark that smells fishy, and there is a fart benefit to an event like a New Year's Day party? There is no hair, only a lot of troubles, the city's medical mouth party, the health bureau takes the lead in organizing, then the venue has to be found by the health bureau, and the party organization has to be organized by them, in short, it is very troublesome.

Did this group of officials take the wrong medicine? Nothing to do for yourself in such a nuisance? As soon as Bei Yiming thought of this, Qiao Zikun said: "This time the city leaders will also come to participate, I feel that it is an opportunity." ”

When Bei Yiming heard this, the first thing that came to mind was Su Zhengyu, didn't this kid make this thing out of his old son, right? It's not impossible, the article clearly pointed out that the city's major radio stations and media will come to conduct live broadcasts and interviews, which gave Su Zhenfeng his face on TV and increased his sense of existence as the secretary of the municipal party committee in the mountain city.

In a program that is brilliant in its own plastic surgery department, once it is broadcast, the TV station and the media are helping to publicize it, the plastic surgery department that has just been established in the First People's Hospital will be able to fire the first shot, and I dare not say that it will quickly open the plastic surgery market and compete with Xinli Plastic Surgery Hospital, but at least it will get a certain reputation, so that the people of the city will know that the First People's Hospital of Shancheng has plastic surgery.

If Su Zhengyu made up this matter, then his idea would kill two birds with one stone, not only to help himself, but also to help him Lao Tzu brush up on the sense of storage, these second-generation officials really don't have a fuel-efficient lamp.

Bei Yiming nodded when he thought of this and said: "For the plastic surgery department of our hospital, it is indeed a good opportunity to show his face in front of the people of the city." ”

Qiao Zikun extinguished his cigarette, lit another one and said with a smile: "Then what are you still doing with me?" Why don't you hurry up and think about the program, figure out a brilliant program, and when the time comes, I will find someone from the TV station and give you a good publicity. ”

Bei Yiming had a bit of a headache when he heard this, he has a specialization in the art industry, and it is no problem for him to do plastic surgery, but he is really not good at letting him drum up a brilliant show, he has no talent, let alone experience in this area, he has participated in a lot of parties since he was a child, and the school has one or two times a year, but he will always be a member of the audience, and he has always been an unknown kind of person, and he has never stood in the spotlight to enjoy applause.

Qiao Zikun asked him to prepare the show, Bei Yiming knew very well that it was impossible for him, the director, to hide behind the scenes, he was going to go on stage, otherwise who would he promote? Nurse? What's the use of this, since we want to publicize it, we have to publicize the chief surgeon of plastic surgery, that is, he, the patient comes to plastic surgery to do surgery, to put it bluntly, he is here for Bei Yiming, it can't be for the nurse, and the nurse doesn't do surgery. Only when he has a certain fame can he attract patients.

But the difficulty is here, he can't organize a show, he has no talent to praise him on stage, let alone experience, the most important thing is that he can't sing or dance at all, and he doesn't have a talent show, so he can't go up and recite a poem, right? What kind of show is this?

Qiao Zikun saw that Bei Yiming didn't speak, and said with a flick of cigarette ash: "What? Questions? ”

Bei Yiming smiled bitterly: "Dean Qiao, it's no problem for you to let me do surgery, but I really can't organize the show, why don't you send someone from our department with experience in this field to organize it." ”

Qiao Zikun snorted and said, "I want to, but who will go?" Even if I give a death order to let him go, will he do his best? What you kid did in the first place offended the whole house, and they waited to see your jokes before it was too late, so would it help you? It's up to you to figure it out on your own, and I can't help it. ”

Bei Yiming was very depressed, he forced the palace to offend the leaders of the hospital, he became the director at such a young age, and the doctors in the hospital were naturally unconvinced, but he was the one who became it, and he also got the support of Qiao Zikun, the young doctor was jealous of himself, the old doctor looked at himself unpleasantly, Qiao Zikun was right, everyone waited to see their jokes too late, that might help them organize a brilliant show, and the people in the hospital couldn't count on it.

Bei Yiming sighed helplessly and said, "Then I'll go back and discuss it with everyone." Now Bei Yiming can only count on Corey's seven golden flowers plus Hu Jie.

Bei Yiming came to the big conference room again and called the seven golden flowers over, and told him about the gala, and the seven golden flowers were very excited and chattered, but in the end, it all depended on Bei Yiming.

"What do you think I'm doing? Are you thinking of a show? Bei Yiming was very depressed.

Xiang Beini thought for a while and said, "Why don't we rehearse a dance?" ”

Bei Yiming said: "What dance? ”

Bai Jingwen, the most cute and sweetest of the seven, raised her hand and said excitedly: "How about hip-hop?" ”

Bei Yiming was pleasantly surprised: "Will you?" ”

Bai Jingwen shook her head with an innocent look of praise and said, "I won't!" ”

Bei Yiming patted his head and smiled bitterly: "You won't say it?" ”

Bai Jingwen said aggrievedly: "But hip-hop is really cool." ”

Xiang Beini slapped her on the head and said, "What's the use of being cool?" You won't, will you? ”