After Zheng Xiaomeng returned to the office, she found that Gu Tingcheng had already come to work, "Brother, what are you looking for?" ”

"I'm in the clinic today, have you seen my prescription signed? I came on the table yesterday, and I won't find it today, or you can get one for me, and I won't have time." ”

Zheng Xiaomeng stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, and took out Gu Qingcheng's prescription slip from her pocket, "Here, you don't need to get it, I don't know what's going on, it ran into my pocket by itself." ”

Gu Tingcheng took the prescription and saw that there was shallow handwriting on it, but it was not written by him.

Squinted his eyes slightly, and asked, "What are you doing with my prescription?" ”

"I didn't do anything, I just thought that the doctor should have a prescription of his own, and I just felt what it was like to prescribe in advance."

"What did you just prescribe to someone?"

"I prescribed two pills to reduce swelling, don't worry, you don't know me, I won't mess around."

"Really, go, follow me to the outpatient clinic, today, there are still eighty patients waiting for us."

"It's eighty again, can I not bleat?"

"No, don't you want to experience what it's like to write a prescription, you write all the prescriptions today, and I'll remind you if there's anything wrong."

It was tempting for her to write prescriptions to patients on her own terms, but she felt tired just thinking about seeing eighty patients today.

"Let's go, next week I will stop the outpatient clinic and concentrate on treating Lan Xiaofu, of course, if she can be successfully transferred to our hospital."

"What if she can't turn around?"

"Then continue to take the outpatient clinic."

Zheng Xiaomeng: "......"

……

Mo Jingcheng smoked all the cigarettes in his pocket before returning to his room.

At this time, Hu Miaomiao was already asleep, after all, a woman's miscarriage is no different from giving birth, and it is even more hurtful than giving birth, so after eating, she feels unprecedentedly tired.

Mo Jingcheng was also very tired, but he couldn't sleep at all, so he sat on the edge of the bed and watched Hu Miao sleep.

I don't know how long I watched it, but it wasn't until the noon sun spilled into the ward that Hu Miao woke up faintly.

It was the somewhat dull face of Mojing City.

"Awake?"

Mo Jingcheng suddenly moved, and his mouth let out a soft sound.

Hu Miaomiao was startled and nodded, "Why haven't you gone back to work yet?" ”

"I'm here with you today, and I'll be ...... tomorrow," he paused, and after a long pause, he said, "I'll go back tomorrow." ”

Hu Miao nodded again, "Okay." ”

So, Mo Jingcheng really accompanied Hu Miaomiao in the hospital for a day, and today, the two of them talked very little, basically didn't say anything, just sat quietly, ate, watched TV, and slept.

It wasn't until midnight at night that Hu Miaomiao was really tired and said that he wanted to sleep, so Mo Jingcheng squeezed into Hu Miaomiao's bed domineeringly as usual, squeezed under a quilt, hugged her tightly from behind Hu Miaomiao, and let her head rest on the crook of her arm.

At this moment, every ounce of his breath was sprinkled in her ears.

"Mojing City, good night." As long as they are together, Hu Miaomiao always habitually says goodnight to him before going to sleep, whether he likes it or not, this statement is eight years and has never changed.

And he, when he is in a good mood, he will reply to her, and when he is in a bad mood, he will remain silent all the time.

He didn't say anything today, so, is he in a bad mood?

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