How Zhao Han on the other end of the phone answered Gong Jiang, Wenyang didn't know.

But it was obvious that with the subtle change in Gong Jiang's facial expression, this man, who had always had an IQ higher than an EQ, smelled some special wind direction.

Because after hanging up the phone, he began to ask Zhang Mingyue and Lemon if they could ask for leave recently, saying that the old Zhao family downstairs was going to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers - both domestic and foreign, and came on vacation, and felt that the family was a little bored, and wanted to invite Zhang Mingyue and the like to play together.

Wen Yang squatted to the side, pondering this information repeatedly.

A few days ago, Zhang Mingyue called Zhao Sicong's mother, so that their family has been going out less recently, and today Zhao Han specially called, not looking for Zhang Mingyue, but talking to Gong Jiang, who works in the hospital.

Lemon heard the movement and rushed out of the room in surprise.

He remembered very well that when he was six years old, Gong Jiang took Zhang Mingyue out on a trip, and left him who was still in kindergarten and didn't bring it, so his grandfather also came from the countryside to the city to help take him - the reason is that he can't delay taking the child and delay the child's study.

Can you believe this reason?

Anyway, Lemon doesn't think it's important to leave kindergarten class a few days behind.

And at this moment, I don't think it's important to leave a few days behind in elementary school class.

Because this baby has happily started to shout "Okay, okay, no problem", which means that as long as Daddy says a word, he can go to the teacher to ask for leave the next day.

Wen Yang looked at this little kid and felt that the lemon that usually even boiled meat could paste the pot, exuded a strong sense of independence at this moment.

Even the teacher was not afraid, and said that he could ask the teacher for leave directly!

Zhang Mingyue looked at her husband in surprise, and the latter responded to her with a sure look: "You don't understand the world of local tyrants, don't think about the psychology of others - just say if you are free!" ”

A little tangled took back his mobile phone, lowered his head and flipped through the schedule for a while, Zhang Mingyue looked at Gong Jiang hesitantly: "Recently, a project with me has reached a special node, and there is still time to squeeze it, so I'm afraid that the manager won't let me go." Why don't I inquire tomorrow about the possibility of this leave? How many days will it take? ”

Gong Jiang reported the number very sincerely, which instantly made Zhang Mingyue even more hesitant, and almost gave up this travel plan that had not yet started.

"Ten days and a half months is not for sure, anyway, it's a long time, so you can take out all your annual leave!"

The lemon on one side was already happy, bouncing back and forth between the chair and the sofa barefoot.

"Mom, quick! Mom, hurry! I've got time, it's up to you, Mom! ”

"Hurry down, be careful of falling!"

Zhang Mingyue shouted out to her overly excited son in disgust, and spread her hands, "Okay, I'll ask tomorrow." ”

The next day, before he got off work, Gong Jiang rushed home angrily.

This usually very gentle man rarely slammed on the door of his house, and the sound was so loud that Wen Yang jumped up from the sofa in fright.

Gong Jiang circled back and forth in the house like an ant on a pot, looking anxious and angry, and finally took out his mobile phone and started dialing.

"Splice ......"

While turning in circles, Gong Jiang held the phone and muttered to himself, Wen Yang lay curiously, his eyes moving with Gong Jiang's movements.

What happened to make Gong Jiang so anxious and irritable?

"Hello? Zhou Bo? I'm sorry to wake you up in the early hours of the morning. ”

It could be heard that Gong Jiang was trying very hard to control his tone, but as soon as he said hello, his voice rose uncontrollably.

"I'm convinced!"

After breaking out a rough sentence, Gong Jiang sat beside Wen Yang, panting to himself, his face was red from anger, "I have never seen such a statement!" ”

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Bo's sleepy voice began to become awake, and with a sense of surprise, due to the proximity, Wen Yang could listen to it for seven or eight minutes.

Under the urging of Zhou Bo's children's shoes on the other side of the ocean, Gong Jiang poured out the words that were depressed in his heart.

It turned out that after a surge in the number of flu patients for several days in a row, the number of fever patients who came to the hospital for emergency treatment today also began to break out.

Because the flu condition has been reported to the relevant higher departments and waiting for the next article Gong Jiang, once again scratching his heart and unable to sit still, he hurriedly knocked on the door of the dean's office, suggesting that some cold patients and fever patients with flu symptoms of blood samples sent to a certain influenza expert in the capital for testing, the result happened to meet several relevant persons in charge of internal medicine, the old dean was kind and asked him to "rest easy", saying that it is estimated that the approval of the health ju is about to come down, and then see how to say, the hospital will carry out the next operation.

When several heads of internal medicine saw that it was this overzealous surgeon who came to make any suggestions, their faces turned up at the moment, and they said very unceremoniously insinuating that Sang scolded Huai, which roughly meant that "young people should not be impetuous, just concentrate on doing their own things, don't keep thinking about selling fame and reputation, it's not a good thing to stretch your arms too long", Gong Jiang was angry.

Gong Jiang, who had a clear conscience, slapped the table and questioned these self-righteous old men, forcing them to recite the Geneva Declaration of Japanese Medicine - this Wen Yang felt a little funny, and I have to say that Gong Jiang's emotional intelligence needs to be further improved, and in the end, the two sides quarreled and broke up unhappily.

So Gong Jiang was furious and drove home directly.

"Zhou Bo, I dare to say that this flu must be extraordinary, not to mention the number of patients with colds and fevers these days, the local tyrant downstairs in my house must have gotten the news from somewhere, and actually called to invite our family to go out together, don't you think this means to avoid the limelight?"

Patting his thigh, Gong Jiang felt as if he had found a soulmate, chattering with Zhou Xinjian on the other end of the phone, Wen Yang heard Zhou Xinjian's voice full of interest coming from the other end of the phone.

"Can you get a blood sample? I have to go back to China in a while, and I don't know if I will be able to study with you in time. Hey, I'm on your side, listen to your description, as an old classmate, I believe in your judgment, what kind of voice do you still play at this time, I don't know what the flu virus is, what is the incubation period and the final treatment, do you have any patients who have been cured? You see, I don't know any of this, in case there is any special situation, I tell you, the old men in your hospital are accomplices. At this time, why don't you race against time in a hurry, grinding and chirping! ”

As soon as he heard that this old classmate who worked at CDC was about to return to China, Gong Jiang's eyes lit up.

asked Zhou Bo the specific date of his return to China, Gong Jiang hung up the phone, got up from the sofa, and began to circle around the room again.

It's just that this time the words muttered in my mouth became "blood sample, blood sample......

Zhang Mingyue went home in the evening, and still made a table of side dishes, picking all the dishes that Gong Jiang liked.

As a wife, Zhang Mingyue can be regarded as doing her best, trying her best to make her husband happy.

It's just that Gong Jiang was eating dinner this time, and he seemed more absent-minded than usual, several times the chopsticks stretched out as an empty clip, and before he could catch the dish, he recycled the chopsticks, and then stuffed them into his mouth, chewing the air without knowing it, and then took a bite of rice. Seeing this, Zhang Mingyue frowned.

Just when Wen Yang woke up for the nth time and fought in vain against the mosquitoes who were about to enter autumn and desperately sucked a mouthful of blood, in the dim living room, a bright red fire point imprinted into his eyes.

I rub!

Is this the eye of a demon?

Wen Yang, whose heart was pounding, stiffened in shock, and it was easy to see a man who was silently smoking a cigarette in the background of the fire, and a slender wisp of smoke wafted into the air from the fire.