The next day, Zhang Bufan went to work in the hospital as usual and brought the gift he had bought for Zhao Xiaomeng before.

Anyway, today is not the Chinese Valentine's Day, so giving gifts will not cause ambiguity.

Zhang Bufan felt that there was no problem with what he expressed. This pen was given to Zhao Xiaomeng because she helped her manage the mailbox for so long.

But Wang Xiaofeng was also seen by Zhang Bufan, and at the same time, he also saw that Zhang Bufan himself also used a pen with a different color but the same style.

"Hey, if you talk about this, I can't understand you two."

Wang Xiaofeng hasn't figured out yet whether these two people can continue or will not continue.

Zhang Bufan also confessed, but he was not that sure. He replied, "Everything must be done by fate. What are you worried about here?"

Zhang Bufan's words made Wang Xiaofeng unable to answer, so Wang Xiaofeng had to give up in disappointment.

But Zhao Xiaomeng at the nurse station was not so lucky.

The pen is wrapped in a delicate gift box, and those who know the goods can recognize it immediately.

"Xiaomeng, you are so outstanding. Who knows you so much? And you even give you such a high-end fountain pen?"

"Yes, yes, quickly contribute the pen and put it in our pen holder together."

The two nurses next to him said in a hurry.

Zhao Xiaomeng didn't listen to them, but just silently put away the pen.

This is the first time Zhang Bufan gave her a gift. Thinking about it, it seems that he gave it only after he asked him, but she really liked it.

Zhao Xiaomeng was still thinking about helping Wu Jiangyue teasing Zhang Bufan during the Chinese Valentine's Day friendship yesterday. I was a little disappointed.

On the other hand, the gossip was also spread to Wu Jiangyue's ears early.

"Doctor Wu, I heard that Dr. Zhang gave the nurse named Zhao a pen. They also used couples money. Didn't Dr. Zhang give you a gift on the Chinese Valentine's Day?"

Hearing the sound of this sound, Wu Jiangyue didn't plan to pay attention to her, but when she heard her say this, she felt a little uncomfortable.

But Wu Jiangyue was very busy this day and had no time to care about the gifts of the Chinese Valentine's Day with Zhang Bufan. She just thought about settled the score with him if she had the chance in the future.

After just one Chinese Valentine's Day, all kinds of gossip in the hospital began to become active.

Zhang Bufan didn't have time to gossip about these people anymore because he needed to cure Liu Ailing's brother as soon as possible.

Next, there was still Manager Song's daughter still queuing up.

Zhang Bufan spent three days giving Liu Ailing's brother just to clear blood and relax his whole body.

On the fourth day, Zhang Bufan started to use a little bit of skills, and then two more days later, Brother Liu Ailing's legs were completely healed.

Unfortunately, on the seventh day, when Zhang Bufan was about to cure Liu Ailing's legs, Jia Chenggong happened to appear in the ward.

"I heard that Dr. Zhang will cure the patient's legs within these few days. I asked the dean, and the dean said that Dr. Zhang's strength should not be underestimated, so I will study and study."

This vain Chief Jia really didn't leave any good impression on Zhang Bufan. When Zhang Bufan saw him come, he didn't take him seriously.

He had used up his skills and then pulled away the needle on Brother Liu Ailing's leg.

Jia Chenggong looked at Zhang Bufan with a fake smile.

Zhang Bufan was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he pinched Liu Ailing's legs, "How do you feel?"

I really felt it on my legs, and my first reaction was not pain but happiness.

"I'm really aware."

Although his tone was very plain, Zhang Bufan could see the person lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were filled with tears.

"Okay, you may not need acupuncture treatment in the next few days. You can try touching your legs on the ground, but you don't need to stand up or walk. After a few days of rehabilitation, you can walk normally."

While explaining, Zhang Bufan moved Brother Liu Ailing's legs to the bed and asked him to try to touch the ground.

After no problem here, Zhang Bufan called the nurse and asked the nurse to continue to follow up on subsequent rehabilitation treatment.

When Zhang Bufan left the ward, Jia Chenggong also followed Zhang Bufan out of the ward.

Jia Chenggong smiled contemptuously in the corridor, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "I have also studied traditional Chinese medicine, but I saw that the acupuncture points that Dr. Zhang had just used acupuncture were very ordinary acupuncture points."

It is obvious that this is just a matter of finding trouble. He is not as good as others and doesn't want to admit it. He is looking for trouble in public in the corridor. Of course, Zhang Bufan doesn't want to lead the war.

"Yeah?

Then it seems that Chief Jia's traditional Chinese medicine skills must be very clever, so I must ask for advice humbly in the future.”

"Don't worry, I'll answer any questions for you."

This section chief named Jia is really interesting. He is really arrogant to give him some face.

Zhang Bufan didn't reply and quickly returned to his office.

He was about to get off work, so he needed to contact Manager Song quickly and let him send his daughter to the hospital tomorrow.

Zhang Bufan has Manager Song’s contact information here. When he made the phone call, the phone suddenly became very noisy.

"Sorry, Dr. Zhang, the situation has become a little bit..." Before Manager Song finished speaking, a very tender voice came from the other side of the phone.

"I don't want treatment, I don't get injections! I don't take medicine! I don't treat!"

The sound sounded like Manager Song’s daughter, and the girl’s voice was obviously crying.

"What's going on with Manager Song?"

Zhang Bufan also became a little confused.

The father and daughter did not argue with each other on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Bufan smiled awkwardly, and then suggested, "Is the little sister afraid of the hospital?"

It doesn’t matter, Manager Song, tell me your address, I’ll go there.”

The other end of the phone finally stopped arguing, and then Manager Song also told Zhang Bufan the address of his house. Zhang Bufan drove to Manager Song's house after get off work.

But when Zhang Bufan arrived, Manager Song was not at home.

The one who opened the door for Zhang Bufan was Manager Song’s nanny and daughter.

After the nanny brought Zhang Bufanying into the door, she briefly told him that Manager Song suddenly had an urgent meeting tonight, so she asked Zhang Bufan to communicate with his daughter first.

After saying everything Manager Song wanted to convey, the nanny went to the kitchen to cook.

"Look, this is my dad. He never cares about what I need."

The person who spoke was Manager Song's daughter. Zhang Bufan thought that the little girl was about five or six years old.

"My name is Song Yaqi. You don't have to look at me like this. I have always been very sensible, but my father never spends more time with me than the nanny."

Isn’t this common in wealthy families?

Zhang Bufan also wanted to comfort the little girl, but he really couldn't understand the girl's mood.

"So you don't want to heal your hands, you want your dad to spend more time with you."

Children of this age are really smart, and this should be the routine they all know.

The girl looked at her hands and then at Zhang Bufan.

"I don't like piano, why should I cure my hands and play the piano?"

This answer made Zhang Bufan stunned for a moment. He thought that the girl liked playing the piano.

However, Zhang Bufan never hesitated on the issue of treatment or not.

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Chapter completed!