I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

"I'm a boy, and it's nothing to get a little injury. It's mainly Senior Sister Xiaoding. She's a girl. If she is to be hit by that shelf full of goods, she might be hurt badly."


Ding Ning's eyes were red, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes. She had cried a while ago, and the tears contained both emotion and fear. Her mood was complicated, but in the final analysis, she still blamed herself.


"Xiao Qi, I'm sorry, I hurt you."


"Your words are superfluous, aren't you?" Qi Yan said with a look of nothing serious, "It's not that you deliberately pushed your shelf and hit me. Who would have thought that the factory is so unprofessional, and there are problems when it puts out the goods. It's a coincidence. Nope."


Ding Ning couldn't bear the guilt, his eyes were still astringent, "Thank you."


"How many times have you said this thank you? Once is enough," he thought for a while, then smiled and said, "If you really want to thank me, you can pack my lunch for a week. You brought it with you at noon For lunch, I smelled delicious, much more delicious than the barbecue rice."


Ding Ning: "..."


Zhou Mo on the side couldn't help laughing.


Qi Yan's heartless energy was comparable to Song Yan's.


My hand was dislocated, but I didn't feel any pain, and I still wanted to eat, and said that the barbecue rice at noon was not good.


Fortunately, Zhao Xiaoshuang was not here, if she heard Qi Yan's words, she would be sure to explode, and Qi Yan's hands would be dislocated at that time.


Originally, Qi Yan was injured to save Ding Ning. It stands to reason that Ding Ning should express it, but Ding Ning also has his own difficulties.


cook for another boy...


"This...is not very convenient."


"Why is it inconvenient?" Qi Yan asked.


"I made it in the dormitory, the pot is small, and..." Ding Ning said, "Using a pot in the dormitory is against the rules, I'm afraid..."


"That's it, forget it." Qi Yan didn't force others.


"I can order food for you. I will take care of your lunch this month," Ding Ning said.


"That's fine," Qi Yan didn't shirk at all.


Before, Zhou Mo felt that people like Qi Yan who were not on the same channel as their way of thinking, if they got along with him, if they encountered any conflicts and frictions, they might really cause trouble.


Qi Yan has a straight temper, and it seems that he doesn't turn his mind very much. If he has something to say, he can see that he is not good at Chinese, and he can't read comprehension at all.


Now it seems that he is doing very well.


At least he didn't evade Ding Ning's kindness of expressing his gratitude because he was polite or embarrassed.


Although it seemed that Qi Yan would not come to trouble, it also made Ding Ning feel less guilty and more grateful.


There will be conflicts between people, and people with different personalities and different behaviors will have friction when getting along, but it doesn't have to develop to the point of quarrel or quarrel.


In the final analysis, it is still related to the character and quality of the individual.


Qi Yan is quite different, but not lacking in quality.


"Stop talking," Shen Qingyi urged, "Han Chen, hurry up and take him to bone setting."


"it is good."


Han Chen responded and took the group to the bone setting room.


The person in charge of setting the bone was an old doctor. His hair was all white, and even his back was slightly bent, but his unsmiling demeanor made him look like a "martial arts master".


He didn't talk much, and when he saw Han Chen coming, he didn't ask anything, and waited for Han Chen to state his illness.


"Come here," he turned his chair around and said to Qi Yan with a blank expression.


Qi Yan was obviously frightened by this serious aura, and stepped forward cautiously.


The old doctor pinched his wrist and touched it a few times. Qi Yan thought that the old doctor was checking his bones, but when he was unprepared, he clicked twice.


I only heard Qi Yan's "Ah—" a painful roar, which was more painful than that groundhog's roaring emoji.


"Okay, what's the name?"


The old doctor let go of Qi Yan's wrist, interrupting Qi Yan's screams.


Qi Yan opened his mouth, his voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the old doctor in surprise and bewilderment.


He tried to move, and it seemed that the pain was not as great as before, or in other words, basically not so painful.


"Don't move, be careful not to dislocate." The old doctor saw Qi Yan's thoughts.


Qi Yan immediately raised his wrist, and obediently returned to the previous puppy handshake posture.


The old doctor said to a young doctor in front of the computer, "Prescribe a plaster."


He turned to ask Qi Yan: "What price do you want, there are..."


"The best, which one is best for him to use," Shen Qingyi said before the old doctor finished speaking.


The old doctor didn't say anything, and directly said to the little doctor in front of the computer: "Open it."


"Okay, master," the little doctor said to Han Chen after operating the computer, "Doctor Han, you can pay the fee."


"Where to pay the fee, I will pay," Shen Qingyi asked.


"It can be operated on the mobile phone. I have registered for him just now, and there is his record in the system."


"Do you use your phone?"


"Ah."


"Okay, you pay for me, and I will transfer the fee to you."


Qi Yan on the side asked suspiciously: "Teacher, I'm sick, why are you still paying for it? No, I'll transfer it to Dr. Han later."


"Put your plaster well, don't worry about the medical expenses," Shen Qingyi pulled Han Chen aside, and asked about the medical expenses and the precautions after the plaster cast.


Qi Tan followed the old doctor's instructions, sat on a bed in the house, and stretched out his hand to him.


The old doctor put the plaster on after taking three or two strokes. An told me not to touch the water, and a review will be done in a week, and everything will be over soon.


Before everyone could react, the old doctor called out to the door: "The next one."


Han Chen winked, "Okay, let's all go."


Zhou Mo sneaked up to Han Chen's side, and after following Han Chen out, she asked, "Are you so unpopular? I don't think that teacher just wanted to talk to you."


Han Chen was laughed angrily, "If he cares about me, then I must be a national treasure-level expert professor. The master has always been like this, and he is not kind to anyone, but his skills are nothing to say. His bone-setting skills are probably the best in the world. I couldn’t find another person. Because of him, many patients with dislocations and dislocations were spared surgery. The orthopedics department of Dongda No. [-] Hospital has a good reputation, which is half of his credit.”


Zhou Mo asked curiously: "Then he is better than Director Gu?"


Han Chen: "It's not the same way, so there's no way to compare. You can't ask a master to treat patients with osteosarcoma, and it's impossible to let Director Gu, who is capable of managing the largest department in a hospital, come here to set bones. But Simply saying who is better is an unfair comparison. It can only be said that each has its own strengths."


Zhou Mo nodded, "Anyway, I think this old doctor is very powerful, just like that kind of wandering doctor. He has unique knowledge and hides it deeply."


Han Chen: "He... is not actually a doctor. He doesn't have a medical license. In a hospital, he is a technician."