Chapter 961： link (1/2)

Old Chen. When Wang Zhuangyong came upstairs again, he saw that Chen Haohan had been chatting with the old man who was sitting there.

Chen Wanhao reached out and laughed at Wang Zhuangyong: ”I ran into a tea friend, Mr. Wang, and he was telling me about the Zhengshan race. By the way, both of you are named Wang. Here is Xiao Wang, who is also our dormitory . ”

”Your dormitory is full of talents.” Wang Chuanwen praised: ”Dr. Wang was doing rehabilitation just below, and I think it is doing very well. There are many people standing in line.”

This sentence touched Wang Zhuangyong's itch. Wang Zhuangyong's tea cups all used orchid fingers. Looking at Wang Chuanwen of Lao Zha Zha, he showed a trace of appreciation and said words of appreciation: ”You are not a ditch.”

”Not like?”

”Not like it.” In recent days, Wang Zhuangyong has mostly contacted Xiagou people.

As a channel for Yunhua City's filth, Wang Chuanwen was a ditch of this age. He used to be a low-income resident. He had few books, had a low education level, and made money. At most, he did small businesses. Make the sale.

That is to say, to the Xiagou people of this generation, the living conditions and the quality of the residents have greatly improved.

Although Wang Chuanwen wore a jacket, the jacket was straight and soft, and the surface was spotlessly clean, or it was simply new, and this effect could not be cheaper. The so-called man relies on clothes and horses on his saddle, and Wang Chuanwen's body cannot prove how bullish he is, but it is absolutely impossible to ditch it.

Wang Zhuangyong has been doing rehabilitation at the Xiagou Clinic for so many days, and I haven't really seen a few such rich old men and old women.

Rich old men and old women do n’t play once for 25 yuan. People have their own Chinese medicine hospitals and other high places. Some of them have high education and good technology.

”Brother has good eyesight, I did come to see Dr. Ling.” Wang Chuanwen did not explain in detail, and then said: ”Dr. Wang, why did you recover from the Xiagou Clinic?”

”In the beginning, I wanted to do something for Ling Ran's family. I didn't expect that after I got the old sick number, I would leave it alone.” Wang Zhuangyong said with a smile.

Don't look at him for so long in the hospital, there are almost no patients named for him.

The current in-patient department of the hospital is walking at a high turnover. Even patients in the rehabilitation department can walk fast. And the newly arrived patients, subconsciously like to find the director, the person in charge of the treatment team, and so on a little accustomed, knowing that they should find the attending or responsible for their tube doctor, it is not too long to recover from the illness or transfer to the department. Far.

The Xiagou Clinic is different. The patients who come here for rehabilitation are not only looking for Wang Zhuangyong, but also Wang Zhuangyong. This is also the basic point for Wang Zhuangyong to call on Chen Wanhao to show off.

”Doctor Wang!” It was just a few conversations and tea time, and someone called Wang Zhuangyong below.

”No way, I'll take a look.” Wang Zhuangyong smiled, his tail tilted, and Yang Yang went downstairs.

Chen Manhao watched Wang Zhuangyong's back a little dazed. He was sighed without surprise, sighed, and poured another cup of tea for Wang Chuanwen, and drank silently.

Wang Chuanwen smiled, but said: ”A few of you, the relationship is quite good.”

A little achievement, the classmate relationship showing off to each other, but also a healthy relationship, ten years of silent, blockbuster classmate relationship, generally belongs to revenge.

Chen Wanhao smiled bitterly: ”I can only watch people show off. I still have a rotation here. I don't know anything about it in the future.”

After drinking a few teas like this, Wang Zhuangyong was idle and came up to show off again and again. So again and again, Wang Zhuangyong had a bright red face, and then saw Ling Ran came out of the west compartment, rubbing his hand with alcohol gel.

”Done the operation?” Wang Zhuangyong tilted his little finger, held a tea cup, shook a tea towel, and beckoned to Ling Ran.

”It's done today.” Ling Ran sat at the tea table and saw Wang Chuanwen, so he said hello.

”But it's late than we made the appointment, isn't it, old Chen.” Wang Zhuangyong smiled and touched Chen Wanhao.

Chen Manhao did not follow Wang Zhuangyong's words, but said very well: ”I'm early.”

Wang Zhuangyong hesitated: ”Old Chen can, this is very social, right, right, you should speak like this ... Ling Ran, look at Lao Chen, then look at you, you look like this, no Progress. ”