Institute diary

Chapter 13, Cartilage

"What is the number of the patient who is going to be operated on today?" I quickly turned the page and asked casually.

The staff looked at the ceiling and recalled, and replied: "001,045,086,102, [-], [-], [-] need surgery."

"Well. Then add the patient in Ward 103 to it, and let the psychiatrist treat him."

"it is good."

"Doctor Fu, the director is calling you, you don't have to go to the next operation." A crisp voice behind me made me stop wearing the mask.

Sure enough—it’s still a case.

I walk in the corridor.

Qu Yebai really enjoys it. His office is built on a high-rise, and the light air above squeezes into the corridor, dissipating a lot of nitric acid.

Thinking of seeing Qu Yebai's peachy face when he went in later, he felt extremely bad.

——So this time I pushed the door a lot harder.

"Qu Yebai, if you're looking for me because you failed to warm the bed last time..."

"Fu Yan... shut up quickly!" I was stunned by his distorted low growl, and quickly covered the lower half of my face with one hand, blocking my opening again.

"Don't say anything that wants to kill you!" Qu Yebai warned me in a low decibel voice, "...Yi Ling... is here."

I pushed him away, seeing his face pale in front of Wang Jingting's pretentious scheming, I knew he would be overwhelmed by Yi Bing's repair.

I should have been very happy to see him eating turtles, but when I saw the stern face of the person sitting on the black leather chair, I was so depressed that I didn't want to laugh anymore.

"Mr. Yi." I called softly and stood in front of the round wooden desk.

"I didn't expect that—" Yi Lin leaned back in the chair, his thin waist sank deep into the soft chair, "The dean and the doctor can both carry their lovers on their backs and have sex."

I felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, and saw Qu Ye's face that had turned pale with fright.

It seems that only people like Yi Beng can suppress him who is chaotic.

"Yi Yi, you guys talk, I'd better go out...to get some air..." Qu Ye said awkwardly, and put his hand on the doorknob.

"No need. They're not outsiders, let's make it clear here, Fu Yan." Yi Bing gave Qu Yebai a middle finger without expression, but kept staring at me.

"This time, it's because of business."

I clenched my fists secretly.

"Fu Yan, let's concentrate on talking about 071 Xu Qi in front of Yebai." Yi Ling folded his hands, with swirls projecting from the bottom of his eyes, and he sucked me tightly.