Beside him, the director was holding his own things and was about to go back to rest, and saw the strangeness of the plan: "What's wrong?" ”

"Look at Jiang Xinran's Weibo." The planner stretched out his hand and clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo.

Although the director does not agree that Jiang Xinran's potential exceeds that of Meng Fu, he also agrees with Jiang Xinran's potential.

Jiang Xinran is Weibo is verified, with a yellow "V" character.

Followers: 4.89 million.

Compared with Meng Fu's 90 million fans, 4.89 million is only a fraction of Meng Fu's.

But—

Jiang Xinran is just an amateur, it is already good for an amateur to have tens of thousands of fans, like Gao Mian and Qiao Le, it is normal to have one or two hundred fans.

The director and the planner glanced at each other, and the planner immediately flipped down.

Jiang Xinran's latest Weibo post was reposted only the day before yesterday.

V Xinran XR: Guess which of my works was selected? @v Xiangcheng Art Exhibition: The National Art Exhibition jointly organized by the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the Painting Association, this year's exhibition area is in Xiangcheng, it is an honor for Xiangcheng to become the exhibition area, we have invited many famous teachers in the industry, at the same time, domestic fresh blood has also landed in the booth for the first time......

Comments below, 12,000.

Of course, if you want to compare it with Meng Fu's 1 million comments on Weibo, it can't be compared.

But the 12,000 comments of an amateur are definitely against the sky.

The planner took a look at it and quickly popularized science to the director, "This national comprehensive exhibition of art exhibitions is held once every three years, and it has a great impact on the art world and the art world. How could she participate in such an exhibition? I don't know what the booth is. ”

The director's heart moved, "Look at her Weibo certification." ”

The planner flipped up, and directly clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo certification content: C-level member of the Painting Association, ninth-level pianist, silver medal in the National Mathematics Competition......

"C-level member of the Painting Association? Pianist? Painter Xinran? The planner looked at this string of certifications and couldn't help but be stunned.

He happened to know that Jiang Xinran could paint last week, and he was pretty good, so the program team also judged that Jiang Xinran had potential.

But I didn't expect that Jiang Xinran would be a C-level member of the Painting Association.

That's it, grade 10 pianist, how old is she this year?

After reading the certification, the director continued to slide down with the planning mobile phone, and saw Jiang Xinran's Weibo, mostly paintings and pianos.

The reviews are not low.

"I'll just say," the planner came back to his senses, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and he looked at the director, "You look, after the show is broadcast, Jiang Xinran's popularity will grow in a blowout, which is definitely more terrifying than Meng Fu, members of the Painting Association, how old is this, and he can be on this kind of exhibition." ”

The planning of the "Xiangcheng Comprehensive Exhibition ......" was excited, and he didn't want to rest, so he said excitedly, "Although it's still early, we can communicate with Jiang Xinran in advance to see if we can let us go in and shoot a section!" ”

The planner is not from CCTV, he thinks not only about the documentary, but also about the highlights of the program and the exposure of traffic.

**

The next day, early in the morning.

After Meng Fu and Qiao Le finished eating, they went to see the 18-bed patients.

When they arrived, they happened to run into Song Jia and the three of them acupuncture for 17 patients.

Gao Mian took the medical record card and looked at Jiang Xinran and Song Jia, "You two are amazing!" ”

It's only the second day, and I dare to prick the needle.

"The acupuncture point map given by Dr. Chen is nothing," Song Jia pulled out the needle and looked at Boss Liu in bed 17, "How do you feel?" ”

"Very good, I feel something in my toes," Boss Liu obviously felt a little blood circulating in his legs, he looked at the three of them, very excited, "Thank you, three little miracle doctors." ”

Gao Mian recorded Boss Liu's legs, and when he heard this, he smiled brightly, "Boss Liu, you probably don't know, this," he pointed at Song Jia, "This is the star of the future!" ”

Jiang Xinran put the needle away, and when she saw Meng Fu and the others outside the door coming in, she spoke, "Let's hurry up, we have to go to see Dr. Chen for surgery today." ”

Gao Mian nodded to Song Jia and quickened the movement in his hand.

Since the last time Meng Fu went to the operating room twice in a row, until today, every time Dr. Chen operates, he only calls Song Jia's team.

Including this time, for the operation above the fourth level, Dr. Chen still called them.

The corners of Gao Mian's mouth grinned, and he was once again glad in his heart for his choice.

Seeing Meng Fu and Qiao Le, Gao Mian also naturally greeted, "Good morning." ”

"Okay." Meng Fu bowed slightly at him.

Qiao Lepi smiled and didn't smile, "Good morning." ”

**

Meng Fu always looks lazy, and his face is beautiful, she is really a beauty in the north, peerless and independent.

Even in a white coat, it doesn't look like a doctor.

She lazily tucked one hand in her pocket, and with the other hand, she directed Qiao Le to close the bed curtain and half-sit on Xiao Wei's bed.

Compared with the seriousness of Song Jia and the others, it is somewhat cynical.

The bed curtain was raised, and Meng Fu pointed at Qiao Le and asked her to prick the needle.

Once raw and twice cooked.

Today's Qiao Le is more stable than yesterday, and she has found several acupuncture points without Meng Fu's prompts, but the depth of the needle is not well controlled, which makes Xiao Wei's pain feel stronger. 77 eBooks

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Looking at Xiao Wei, who was trembling in pain, Qiao Le hurriedly apologized.

Xiao Wei shook his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low, "It's okay." ”

Meng Fu yawned, and then instructed Qiao Le to put away the silver needle, lazily recorded Xiao Wei's situation today, and after remembering it, he took Qiao Le to the emergency hall.

Several doctors are gone.

Boss Liu looked at Meng Fu's not very serious back, then looked at Xiao Wei, whose fingers were trembling, and said with a smile, "Xiao Wei, do you feel your toes?" I felt something in my toes. ”

Xiao Wei's face was very stiff, he didn't speak, only glanced at Boss Liu, and then withdrew his gaze.

Under the covers, his toes moved.

Xiao Wei's dim eyes gradually had some light.

**

Qiao Le followed Meng Fu, thinking about Song Jia and the three of them going to see Director Chen for surgery.

I didn't understand it for a long time, so I asked, "No, Dr. Chen hasn't asked you to watch three times in a row, and I remember that he was obviously praising you last time." ”

Calm and clear-headed, the key is to be like Dr. Chan.

After the operation that day, Director Chen also personally questioned Meng Fu, and Qiao Le could see Director Chen's appreciation for Meng Fu.

Why didn't you look for Meng Fu for these few surgeries?

Meng Fu put his hand into the white coat, his eyebrows were dull, he heard the words, glanced at her, and said lazily: "Do you want to go and watch?" ”

"Huh? Dr. Chen's surgery is rare, I can learn from him, how many people can't ask for it, but I can't learn anything when I go," Qiao Le shook his head, "I just said you ......"

"If you don't want to go, then forget it," Meng Fu nodded, indicating that he knew, "You still practice this set of acupuncture in the past few days." ”

Qiao Le's hand rested behind his head and sighed: "Then you don't mean that we can go if we want to, I'll practice acupuncture first." ”

Of course, Qiao Le didn't know now that Meng Fu's acupuncture foundation that was so casually handed over to her at this time would allow her to sweep everyone in the same generation except Meng Fu.

"Well," Meng Fu comforted her, "You, the operating table may indeed not work, how to say it, don't force everything, you just play with silver needles." ”

Qiao Le: "......"

Why, Meng Fu can live until now?

**

Throughout the day, Meng Fu and Qiao Le followed the nurses and doctors in the emergency hall to treat one patient after another.

In the afternoon, it was time for them to go to the equipment room to learn acupuncture.

The head nurse in the equipment room is not here today.

Meng Fu was not in a good mood, and every time she came back from the emergency room, she was not very good.

She taught Jole to prick a needle.

In the evening, the two went back to the dormitory together, and Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car on the road, so he asked Qiao Le to go back first.

The camera didn't follow her.

"Why are you here?" Meng Fu sat on a bench in the hospital.

"His birthday present is ready," Su Cheng looked at her, handed her a cup of warm milk tea, paused, and slowly spoke: "I also prepared one for him." ”

Meng Fu thought about it and commented seriously, "Then he must have been moved to cry." ”

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows, feeling that Jiang Xinchen might not be too moved, and then took out a blank greeting card to Meng Fu: "You write him a greeting card, and I'll find a time to send it back together." ”

Meng Fu finished recording the show on the 26th, and he still had to go to filming, so he didn't have time to go back.

"And write him a greeting card?" Meng Fu took it and bit the straw, "So squeamish?" ”

She put the half-drunk milk tea in Su Cheng's hand, and took the greeting card to write a sentence at random.

When I looked up, I saw Su Cheng looking at the milk tea cup and not speaking.

Meng Fu paused slightly, and looked at Su Cheng with some incredulity: "Do you want to drink?" ”

She glanced at Su Cheng, then lowered her head, drank all the milk tea he was holding in her hand, then inserted the greeting card into Su Cheng's pocket, and said seriously: "Give up." ”

After saying that, she buttoned up her hat and went straight back to the dormitory.

When he returned to the dormitory, Song Jia had just come back, and Gao Mian was pouring water in the hall, and when he saw Meng Fu and Song Jia coming back, he greeted them.

Song Jia glanced into the hall, "What about Jiang Xinran?" ”

Gao Mian smiled mysteriously, with some excitement on his face: "The director let her out." ”

"Director?" Song Jia was stunned.

Gao Mian couldn't hold back, "She's really a painter!" Also very famous! ”

Qiao Le was also sitting in the hall, and when she heard this, she also spoke, "She was only 20 years old, and her paintings were included in the National Exhibition. ”

Meng Fu yawned, and some tears welled up in his peach blossom eyes.

Hearing the National Exhibition, she glanced at Qiao Le and said casually: "National Exhibition? ”

Qiao Le saw Meng Fu's interest in one thing for the first time, and quickly explained to her: "The National Exhibition is a triennial art exhibition, a very important exhibition!" Jiang Xinran is a painter, her painting skills are very superb, I read her goose Weibo, that peony picture, almost fake and real, she hid it too deeply. On top of that, you shouldn't be able to think of ...... She is a C-level student at the headquarters of the Beijing Painting Association! ”