Wen Zihan knew that the way Brother Fu looked at her, no matter how beautiful and eye-catching she was dressed, since he grew up seeing her since he was a child, he didn't feel any change.
"This dress of yours matches your skin tone tonight." Fu Xinheng said, seeming to have noticed the reverie in her eyes, or maybe she got an angry instruction from Grandma Fu to say something nice before going out.
Beautiful people actually look good in anything. After saying this, Fu Xinheng felt a little guilty. It's not that he doesn't like to praise her, but that no matter how much he praises, he can't praise her beauty.
Cough cough. He cleared his throat twice.
As a result, the air in the car is really full of weird smells.
what to do?
Wen Zihan hasn't spoken yet.
"You have a patient's medical record in front of you, please help me look at it." Fu Xinheng said.
After much deliberation, he is not Chang Jiawei who is not good at flattering girls, so let's just talk about the work he is good at.
(Chang Jiawei: Old friend, you, you can’t do it yourself and you don’t need to draw me in for comparison—)
Without further ado, Wen Zihan stretched out his hand to pick up the document he indicated, bowed his head, and began to read it.
The street lights outside the car passed by the car window and shone into the car. It was colorful, and when it fell on her moonlight-like profile, it was as demure and peaceful as the moon goddess.
Fu Xinheng, who was driving, glanced over at this scene inadvertently, and a thought flashed in his mind: the moon is moving, and the goddess of the moon seems to be quiet, but she is actually moving all the time.
Everything in the world never stays still. This sentence is what Uncle Wen used to say to them when they were very young. Its meaning is equivalent to the maxim they learned in middle school later: life is movement.
After becoming a doctor, if you try to experience Uncle Wen's words, you will gradually find that the meaning is deeper.
Speaking of which, Fourth Uncle Wen is also a doctor. It's just that unlike his brothers and parents who were doctors in the hospital, Wen Laosi is a barefoot doctor who is active in practicing medicine on the vast grassroots land.
Because of the extremely limited resources in his hands, the barefoot doctor can only use black and white cats to treat people, and use whichever method can cure the disease. Therefore, Wen Laosi prescribes both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine to patients. It can be said that he is a pioneer in the practice of combining traditional Chinese and Western medicine in a down-to-earth manner in China.
To be honest, don’t look down on barefoot doctors. In the absence of domestic medical institutions at that time, the achievements of domestic barefoot doctors can be recorded in the annals of history and enjoy an indelible honor recognized by the world medical circle.
"Your father, fine."
Wen Zihan raised his head.
Brother Fu's words surprised her somewhat.
Her father is very popular, men, women and children of all ages like him. When she was young, Brother Fu often said to her: Zihan, your father is so kind.
Later, Brother Fu grew up and became more and more calm and calm, not talkative, let alone boasting. After many years, I didn't expect Brother Fu to say the same thing to her again.
The street lights passing through the car flashed past, and the two faced each other unconsciously, eye to eye.
Wen Zihan's eyes suddenly became a little dazed: in front of her, there was a gleam of light in the seemingly bottomless black pupils.
Brother Fu misses her father as much as she does.
Maybe, Brother Fu already knew that she never gave up, never gave up on finding her father.
She never thought her father was dead.
The light passed by, taking advantage of the darkness, she turned back and lowered her head in an instant.
Seeing her drooping face, Fu Xinheng understood in his heart: his guess was really right.
Wen's fourth child "died" that year, and it was definitely not anyone else who was hurt the most, but her, the daughter who lost her father.
