"This half-immortal pinched his fingers, today is by no means a suitable day for work."

Listening to the phone ringing that was about to burst, Su Feiran pinched his fingers with a serious face, turned his face and glanced at the mirror on the bedside table by the way, and shook his head again: "Tut-tut, Yintang is black, there are difficulties!" ”

She was about to wrap the quilt and turn around to go back to sleep, when a crisp voice message came into her phone.

Autoplay, concise: Su Feiran, if I don't see you in the department office in an hour, you will pack up your things and get out!

Su Feiran opened his eyes suddenly, frowned and shook his head with a plain white face: "It seems that you can't hide." Alas, what iniquity you do! ”

Office of the Chief of Surgery at Mingyu Hospital.

"What? You asked me to wait for the VIP patient who had just checked into the top floor? ”

Su Feiran had just entered the door with one foot, and the next second she almost frothed at the mouth.

Director Chen, who usually had the face of the Black Yama King, was blowing in the spring breeze today, patting the patient's information: "Xiao Su, people want the best surgeon in our department, you must not let me down!" ”

Su Feiran's face was like ashes, and the corners of his mouth were almost stiff: those who can live in the VIP on the top floor are either rich or expensive, and each one is more difficult to serve than the other!

What's more, the person that Director Chen handed over to her was the founder of the famous Shengting Group!

If she hadn't been cured, she wouldn't have to mess around in the future.

I can't do this job!

But before she could speak, Director Chen directly threw a roll of his eyes: "Little calf, don't shirk me, your brother's illness still needs money, but what Lao Tzu gave you is fat!" ”

After saying that, someone threw her out with the information.

Standing at the door, Su Feiran didn't leave, but a pair of beautiful fox eyes narrowed into slits, glanced at a name in the family list on the information, and smacked her cherry lips: "Boy, our fate is not over......"

Or how to say it is VIP, when Su Feiran reached the top floor, the staircase was crowded with reporters.

If it weren't for the two rows of black-clad bodyguards standing at the door, it is estimated that the black-clad reporters would have turned the entire wide corridor into a press conference.

"Doctor Su, my old man invites you to come over."

As soon as the office of the operation team was settled, a fierce man in black came to invite Su Feiran, which made her feel a sigh in her heart.

With 10,000 reluctance to go to the VIP ward.

Su Feiran pushed the door and smelled the aroma of pine needles covered with disinfectant, and the unforgettable smell made her slightly stunned.

The room was very clean, because there were no people to visit, so there was no expected flower and fruit basket to fill the room.

But she still felt that the ward was a little too clean, and there were only two people left except for the medical equipment.

One lying down, the other in a wheelchair is no different from lying down.

Old Man Yan is naturally the one lying down, I don't know what kind of majestic scenery it is on weekdays, but now he has a respirator on his face and an infusion tube in his hand, and there is only depression under his sickly pale face.

The other is in a wheelchair, and his tone is that he is a person, but rather a landscape in the style of an ink brush.

With a cold white complexion, short inky hair neatly trimmed, and deep but sharp facial features, both the proportions of the atrium and the thin lips make people feel that he is too perfect to be a real person.

Looking at the black and white tones from top to bottom, Su Feiran wanted to go up and touch him if his pen and ink hadn't dried yet.

If there is any flaw in this painting, it must be his eyes.

The peach blossom eyes, obviously bewitching, but the gaze is only cold, and even the tear mole under the left eyelid makes people feel that it is just a ruthless embellishment machine, and the painter has not given any emotion to the painting.

What's more, the painting has a big failure.

The man was lame and could not move in a wheelchair.

As for how these legs are lame, only three people in this world know best.

One can't speak now, one is Yan Wenzhou himself, and the other is Su Feiran, who stood at the door for a long time and refused to enter.

It's really him.

"Doctor Sue?"

It should have been that she had been standing at the door for too long, and she was startled when the cold male voice came into her ears, and as soon as she came back to her senses, she crashed into those cold and thorough eyes.

Su Feiran breathed a sigh of relief, and said in her heart that you are a weak fart, you were both little farts at that time, can he still recognize you?

"Yes, hello Mr. Yan."

Entering the door with seemingly easy steps, the old man on the bed turned his eyes to look at her.

I didn't feel it at the door just now, but now when I entered the door, I found that the old man's eyes were very sharp, which was completely different from the young man: "This is the Doctor Su recommended by Director Chen?" Very young. This is my grandson. ”

Yan Wenzhou, the only species of the youngest son of the deceased old man.

In a wealthy family, without the protection of his father, life will be a little turbulent, but at the same time, Yan Wenzhou is also the old man's favorite grandson.

When he was a child, he was kidnapped and broke two legs, which also cut off the path of the heir of the Yan family.

These are all rumors from the outside world, and there is no need for the old man to introduce them.

Su Feiran knew better than anyone else.

The grandfather and grandson are solemn and cold, she is a little mentally prepared, rich people have such and such personality quirks.

For example, Yan Wenzhou is still afraid of rain.

"Hello Mr. Yan."

She tried to draw a professional smile, but she looked down at the medical records in her hand and didn't even hold a hand, and Yan Wenzhou just nodded coldly.

The two of them are accustomed to this twisted look, and the little nurse and female doctor who have come to see Yan Wenzhou since the morning have already sent away one after another, and she is a little shy.

It's just that she has something else to think about, and her lowered eyes are obscure.

No, she still couldn't face him, as long as she saw his legs, the thick guilt was so hard in her chest that she couldn't swallow it.

After all, these legs are ...... because of her No, I didn't find out the truth ten years ago, I'm ashamed!

"Doctor Su, after that, my illness will be handed over to you, it's hard work."

Old man Yan was very polite, Su Feiran nodded again and again, but when he walked out of the ward, he was relieved.

It's good, no more eye contact from start to finish.

As soon as I walked around the corner of the hallway, this joy vanished.

She took a deep breath, squeezed out a smiling face and turned around, and smiled at the man in the wheelchair behind her: "Mr. Yan, do you have anything else to explain?" ”

What is due will come.

Yan Wenzhou's wheelchair voice was very soft, and he had already reached her between words.

Obviously, she was standing and he was sitting, but the aura on his body made Su Feiran a little suspicious that he was kneeling now, and he couldn't help but look down at his knees.

This is the aura that an unfavored person should have?

When Zhou Fei's thin lips opened and closed, the corners of his lips seemed to be raised and curled, but the frost on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows did not have the slightest smile: "I heard that Dr. Su is a genius surgeon in Mingyu Hospital once in a century?" ”