Luo Yang never thought that he would also be interviewed, and his face turned red when he faced the microphone handed by reporter Ma Zijun.

How did you think that this patient might have an intracranial aneurysm?

I just wanted to do Qingqing a favor, and at that time my heart was refusal!

Luo Yang said depressedly: "It's not me, it's her, it's her who suspected it first." ”

Ma Zijun has watched the live broadcast and has long known that Liu Qingqing is the "initiator".

Ma Zijun finally caught Liu Qingqing and handed over the microphone: "Little girl, how did you think that this patient is an intracranial aneurysm?" ”

"Uh." Liu Qingqing knew that he couldn't hide. "What ------ this?"

Liu Qingqing instinctively thought that he must not expose himself to be able to see through, on the one hand, this skill is too mysterious; On the other hand, she can't control when she sees through and when she can't, and it will be dangerous if others know about it.

So Liu Qingqing was sloppy and said: "Because he is dizzy, our Director Wang said that the symptoms of intracranial aneurysm are dizziness------

What kind of reason, it doesn't stand up at all.

You think Ma Zijun is a three-year-old child!

He is a knowledgeable, witty, clever, intelligent, capable, and well-informed journalist in his thirties!

Ma Zijun said: "But other diseases can also have dizziness, such as colds and fevers." ”

There is no one in this world who can escape the five-finger mountain of cold, Ma Zijun can really give an example.

Liu Qingqing continued: "But Uncle Chen didn't catch a cold. ”

Ma Zijun couldn't come up with any unfathomable answers, "So you're eliminating?" ”

Wang Pengfei's little heart was about to jump out of the sky: these two interns were blind cats who met dead mice.

It's so suspenseful, you two fool the patient to do cranial MRA, in case the patient doesn't actually have an intracranial aneurysm, won't you get into a dispute!

Nima, the reporter will leak the stuffing if he asks a few more words!

Wang Pengfei took a rush and pressed Luo Yang's shoulder, "You two can get off work!" Then he turned his head and explained to Ma Zijun: "These two children worked the night shift yesterday. ”

Wang Pengfei also said casually that Liu Qingqing was really on night duty.

"Ahh Liu Qingqing seemed to suddenly remember something, "I still have to go to tutoring!" ”

"Dean Liang, Director Wang, then let's go first!"

"Good, good!" Liang Gangqiang and Wang Pengfei nodded happily, this girl doesn't steal the limelight, how sensible!

"Let me tell you about the operation!"

"Let me tell you about the operation!"

The two bigwigs spoke in unison.

Liu Qingqing and Luo Yang changed their clothes and walked out of the waiting area.

I didn't expect to pass a level, and there was another level, and the back brother followed, "Divine doctor, wait for me!" ”

Liu Qingqing was anxious to leave: "Luo Yang, I'm really too late, it was originally yesterday's thing, and it was moved to today." ”

Luo Yang then stretched out his hand to support the door at the staircase and stopped the back brother.

"Qingqing, you haven't eaten dinner yet!" Luo Yang cares about authenticity.

Liu Qingqing said: "I'll eat casually on the way." ”

Luo Yang knew that Liu Qingqing was working hard to make money, and he often didn't care about his body, so he said distressedly: "Don't forget!" ”

"Eun." Liu Qingqing agreed indiscriminately and ran down the stairs like a rabbit.

Liu Qingqing came to the carport in a hurry, dragged out her baby second-hand bicycle, and hurried all the way from Qingchun Road to Hubin Baochu Road.

The sun had already jumped down from the peak, and the little light left came up from behind the mountain, reflecting the clouds on the lake in a magnificent violet color.

Liu Qingqing touched her swollen forehead, perhaps because she was not sleeping enough, and she always felt that the scene in front of her was not real enough.

On the shore of West Lake, at the foot of Baochu Mountain, is a large old community built in the 80s, with lush trees and lights shining a dreamy green light through the dense layers of leaves.

They are all from this city, Liu Qingqing thought, they all have their own nests, like the tall sycamore in front of them has been deeply rooted in this land.

And she is still a rootless duckweed.

Bah! Bah!

Liu Qingqing is not the kind of master who wears a long skirt and has a little melancholy in his eyes.

Anyway, she is also a woman in the new era, and she doesn't have the time to fix those sadness, what is lacking and what is missing, just fight.

Liu Qingqing entered the community, parked the bicycle under the building, locked it, ran up to the fifth floor in one breath, and knocked on the door.

"Click", a line opened out of the dark green peeled anti-theft door, revealing the face of a woman with short hair in her forties and fifties with puffy eyelids.

"Ah, Qingqing, you're here." The woman said hoarsely, "Or you'll come back later." ”

Sack, what do you say? I'm here and now, where can I go and wait a while? Before Liu Qingqing could speak, the woman brushed the messy hair on the top of her head and closed the door with a "bang".

This closing of the door caught Liu Qingqing off guard, and she heard a young voice inside the door resisting: "It's all here, and it's not like people haven't seen it." ”

Slippers tapped, tapped, and walked towards the door.

"You dare!" The woman roared as a lion in the house.

"Huh." There was a hint of sarcasm in the young man's laughter.

"Little Red Guy, you have the same virtue as your father!" Amid the woman's scolding, the door opened.

When you open the door, you can see the fragments of dishes scattered on the floor tiles of the dining room behind the entrance.

However, in the living room at the back of the dining room, there was the sound of Miles Lala Mahjong, and the man was playing mahjong happily.

So is it a one-man fight?

"Come in." The young man said with a lifeless face of a dead fish, expressionless.

Uh, it's embarrassing.

Liu Qingqing said with a polite smile, "I'll come back later." ”

The young man snorted in his nose, "No need, time is life, wasting time is killing for money, do you think I look like a killer?" ”

That's right, this young man in school uniform is Liu Qingqing's tutor student, name: Gu Xiaomo.

The woman with short hair is Gu Xiaomo's mother, whose name is unknown, has a strange temper, and often drops something.

The red marks of the five fingers were clearly visible on Gu Xiaomo's face, and it seemed that he had been crushed by his mother's five finger mountain.

The hostess should be dissatisfied with the male owner playing mahjong every day, but she vented it on her son.

Persimmon single pick soft pinch, no problem!

Besides, filial piety has been a fine tradition of the Great Xia Kingdom since ancient times.

Hey.

The most feared thing is that parents treat their sons as private property, oh no, as private dough, which can be kneaded at will.

In case you don't feel round one day, you can add a mantra, "Young people nowadays are really difficult to discipline, you want to be angry with me, right?!" ”

The hostess was so angry at this moment that she was about more embarrassed than Liu Qingqing, holding a bucket in her left hand and a broom in her right hand, staring at her enemy-like eyes, not really sweeping the floor, just poking the broom to the ground in a huff.

Liu Qingqing took off her shoes at the door, originally to convert to slippers, but in a blink of an eye, she saw ceramic fragments on her slippers, Liu Qingqing tiptoed, like dancing ballet, avoiding the fragments in one place and walked in.

Gu Xiaomo took a pair of slippers, stood them up and knocked them on the ground twice, poured out the fragments inside, and chased after them from behind, "Wear them, so as not to get pricked." ”

Liu Qingqing smiled and put it on.

When I arrived at the study, I saw a mess all over the place, all of which were books and notes that had been dropped.

Gu Xiaomo stretched out his right leg, like a paddle, flicked the book to both sides, and walked over.

Liu Qingqing squatted down and packed up her books.

The hostess followed to the door vigilantly and said, "Don't pay attention, I'll take care of it later, teach it first." ”

Liu Qingqing understood what she was thinking, "It's okay," Liu Qingqing said, "It's not time now, we'll count it when it starts." ”