Café Gul was as lively as usual, and no one noticed an ordinary man, who, after glancing around the door, sat down at the table of a single woman. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Outside the window, the yellow taxi was long gone.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Ina came to this café for the second time and wore the same brown clothes and kept drinking free white water, looking more nervous than the first time.

Sanjay, who was sitting in the car, had nothing to gain but to see that it was a woman.

It's rare to have time, and Sanjay naturally won't go home stupidly. He had to change three taxis before arriving at the Russian hospital in Mumbai.

Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Sanjay straightened his clothes and pants and swaggered through the gate.

The combination of shirt and slacks, combined with Sanjay's Rus's appearance, made the patients who came and went only think he was a mixed-race Russian.

Although decades have passed in this country, the differences in culture and beliefs have made it clear that the natives and the immigrants from Russia live their own lives. Unlike British immigrants, who have been in the country for hundreds of years, Orthodox Christians are even discriminated against by local whites.

They live in their own communities and get their jobs and food from them, but in a city of tens of millions of people, there is only one hospital for the Rus.

In addition to being a church hospital, you will need to learn English or Marathi first.

Walking into the somewhat dilapidated hospital, looking at the white angel and the blue professional nurse, Sanjay, who was wearing white pants, decided to play a doctor game.

Under the guidance of the nurse, Sanjay quickly found the dean's office.

"Hello, Ms. Nascarlett, I think you've already received a call. My name is Sanjay, and it's a pleasure to meet you. “

Behind the T-shaped desk, the dean looked up in authentic Russian, only to see a somewhat mixed-race local. She remembered the phone call she had just received.

"Yes, Mr. Sanjay. I didn't expect you to come over today. Dean Nasgar walked up to Sanjay and stretched out his right hand, and Sanjay shook the hand that Sanjay wanted to scratch his head again.

After a brief greeting, Sanjay crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the sofa by the door, waiting for Nasgar to arrange a doctor for her.

"Nasga, let's stop talking nonsense, what the hell is going on? I'm going to do my rounds. A middle-aged man with short blonde hair walked into the dean's office wearing a clean white coat.

Sanjay, who was sitting on the sofa, found that the dean and the doctor might be a little tired between the two of them.

Nasgar looked down at the tiles on the ground and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay, Andrei." Someone came to our hospital and begged us to help an actor. “

The male doctor was not satisfied with the arrangement, complaining: "I am just an ordinary internal medicine doctor, I don't care about alcoholics and addicts." “

"Andrey, not all actors are drunkards and addicts." Dean Nasgar happened to be able to see Sanjay, and she was a little embarrassed to defend her guests.

"Look at what you said!"

Before Andrei could say anything more drastic, Nascarard glared at him and threatened him, saying, "Actually, you don't need to be treated at all, Andre. He's about to play a doctor in a movie, so he's going to come to our hospital to experience life. Well, it's just to see how real doctors work, got it? It takes a role model, so I want you to help him. “

Andre lowered his body, squinted at Nasgar from the bottom up, and said, "What a deafening nonsense. “

Shaking his body with his hands behind his back, Andre looked at the brightly lit floor tiles, and said in organizational language: "Nasjia, my crew has twelve wards, and every day is a high-grossing blockbuster, and they can all run for the Oscars." What the hell do you think? “

Nasgar shielded herself with Andrei's body, making a stop gesture to him.

"Uh-huh!" Sanjay, who really didn't want to delay any longer, took the initiative to interrupt the pair of superiors and subordinates, like family disputes.

Nascara pointed at Sanjay with some embarrassment and said, "Get to know me, this is what I'm talking about as an actor." “

Standing up with both hands on the armrests, the burly Sanjay shook his body, walked up to Andre in a posture of oppression, and stood less than half a meter looking down, the somewhat surprised attending doctor of internal medicine.

"Uh... Andrei Yevgenyevich. Sanjay looked down and read the doctor's badge and greeted him politely.

Holding the doctor's somewhat slender palm, Sanjay's smile was even more revealing two rows of white teeth.

For some reason, Andre grabbed Sanjay's hand and refused to let go for a long time.

"I hope you've heard what I said in the office, and you should already know what story I don't want to tell you." After André took the lead out of the dean's room, he walked quickly on the soles of his feet.

Sanjay, who was following behind, put on his newly baked badge and asked casually, "I know, but can you ask why?" “

Andrei craned his neck and yelled at the side and back, "You won't understand. “

Sanjay took out the stethoscope and wanted to hang it around his neck, but after hearing Andre's words, his curiosity rose and he said again: "You talk about it first." “

"It's easy." Sanjay followed André into an internal medicine ward and stood at the door watching him.

"The sweet talk of your actors will only turn the doctor's job into a glamorous clown."

Sanjay thought this sentence was interesting and pulled out a pen and paper to write it down. At the same time, he asked, "What do you mean?" “

Café Gul was as lively as usual, and no one noticed an ordinary man, who, after glancing around the door, sat down at the table of a single woman.

Outside the window, the yellow taxi was long gone.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Ina came to this café for the second time and wore the same brown clothes and kept drinking free white water, looking more nervous than the first time.

Sanjay, who was sitting in the car, had nothing to gain but to see that it was a woman.

It's rare to have time, and Sanjay naturally won't go home stupidly. He had to change three taxis before arriving at the Russian hospital in Mumbai.

Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Sanjay straightened his clothes and pants and swaggered through the gate.

The combination of shirt and slacks, combined with Sanjay's Rus's appearance, made the patients who came and went only think he was a mixed-race Russian.

Although decades have passed in this country, the differences in culture and beliefs have made it clear that the natives and the immigrants from Russia live their own lives. Unlike British immigrants, who have been in the country for hundreds of years, Orthodox Christians are even discriminated against by local whites.

They live in their own communities and get their jobs and food from them, but in a city of tens of millions of people, there is only one hospital for the Rus.

In addition to being a church hospital, you will need to learn English or Marathi first.

Walking into the somewhat dilapidated hospital, looking at the white angel and the blue professional nurse, Sanjay, who was wearing white pants, decided to play a doctor game.

Under the guidance of the nurse, Sanjay quickly found the dean's office.

"Hello, Ms. Nascarlett, I think you've already received a call. My name is Sanjay, and it's a pleasure to meet you. “

Behind the T-shaped desk, the dean looked up in authentic Russian, only to see a somewhat mixed-race local. She remembered the phone call she had just received.

"Yes, Mr. Sanjay. I didn't expect you to come over today. Dean Nasgar walked up to Sanjay and stretched out his right hand, and Sanjay shook the hand that Sanjay wanted to scratch his head again.

After a brief greeting, Sanjay crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the sofa by the door, waiting for Nasgar to arrange a doctor for her.

"Nasga, let's stop talking nonsense, what the hell is going on? I'm going to do my rounds. A middle-aged man with short blonde hair walked into the dean's office wearing a clean white coat.

Sanjay, who was sitting on the sofa, found that the dean and the doctor might be a little tired between the two of them.

Nasgar looked down at the tiles on the ground and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay, Andrei." Someone came to our hospital and begged us to help an actor. “

The male doctor was not satisfied with the arrangement, complaining: "I am just an ordinary internal medicine doctor, I don't care about alcoholics and addicts." “

"Andrey, not all actors are drunkards and addicts." Dean Nasgar happened to be able to see Sanjay, and she was a little embarrassed to defend her guests.

"Look at what you said!"

Before Andrei could say anything more drastic, Nascarard glared at him and threatened him, saying, "Actually, you don't need to be treated at all, Andre. He's about to play a doctor in a movie, so he's going to come to our hospital to experience life. Well, it's just to see how real doctors work, got it? It takes a role model, so I want you to help him. “

Andre lowered his body, squinted at Nasgar from the bottom up, and said, "What a deafening nonsense. “

Shaking his body with his hands behind his back, Andre looked at the brightly lit floor tiles, and said in organizational language: "Nasjia, my crew has twelve wards, and every day is a high-grossing blockbuster, and they can all run for the Oscars." What the hell do you think? “

Nasgar shielded herself with Andrei's body, making a stop gesture to him.

"Uh-huh!" Sanjay, who really didn't want to delay any longer, took the initiative to interrupt the pair of superiors and subordinates, like family disputes.

Nascara pointed at Sanjay with some embarrassment and said, "Get to know me, this is what I'm talking about as an actor." “

Standing up with both hands on the armrests, the burly Sanjay shook his body, walked up to Andre in a posture of oppression, and stood less than half a meter looking down, the somewhat surprised attending doctor of internal medicine.

"Uh... Andrei Yevgenyevich. Sanjay looked down and read the doctor's badge and greeted him politely.

Holding the doctor's somewhat slender palm, Sanjay's smile was even more revealing two rows of white teeth.

For some reason, Andre grabbed Sanjay's hand and refused to let go for a long time.

"I hope you've heard what I said in the office, and you should already know what story I don't want to tell you." After André took the lead out of the dean's room, he walked quickly on the soles of his feet.

Sanjay, who was following behind, put on his newly baked badge and asked casually, "I know, but can you ask why?" “

Andrei craned his neck and yelled at the side and back, "You won't understand. “

Sanjay took out the stethoscope and wanted to hang it around his neck, but after hearing Andre's words, his curiosity rose and he said again: "You talk about it first." “

"It's easy." Sanjay followed André into an internal medicine ward and stood at the door watching him.

"The sweet talk of your actors will only turn the doctor's job into a glamorous clown."

Sanjay thought this sentence was interesting and pulled out a pen and paper to write it down. At the same time, he asked, "What do you mean?" “