Divorce contract: President please sign

It's not difficult to hear how bad she is in the mood now from Mo Chang'an's tone. With such a rebuke, the tone has never been more ferocious than before, but Qiao Zhiyuan and the others were a little caught off guard, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

When he realized it, Mo Changan had already left.

As a result, the meeting room exploded all of a sudden, all of which were accusations against Mo Chang'an. Mo Jiangyuan still didn't answer, and sat there quietly. After a while, he stood up and left, still holding the key tightly in his hand. in the palm of your hand.

There is no way to hand it over, it is the door key of Linjiang Yipin's house, his former home, and Mo Changan's former home.

It's just that now Mo Changan made him almost leave the house without leaving the house, so he always felt a little unreasonable boredom in his heart. In fact, it is okay to throw away the key, but he thought that if he handed it to Mo Changan himself, he should be able to It made her feel uncomfortable. Once upon a time, the father and daughter had reached such a situation.

The key hurt his palm, but he still couldn't find a chance to hand it over.

Mo Chang'an had already left and walked into the elevator. No one answered Shen Boyan's phone, so she dialed again, and this time someone answered, and it was Qi Ming's voice that appeared on the other end, "Mr. Mo."

After answering the phone, Qiming called her, and then hurriedly said, "Mr. Mo, don't worry, the boss is fine, it's just a minor injury, and the wound is being treated now."

"Where is the injury?" Mo Changan asked calmly with a somewhat calm voice.

"Arms and head."

"Head?!" Mo Changan asked back, "Is this still a minor injury? Can the hospital over there in Jiangcheng do it? Take him back."

Qi Ming had a sad face, and glanced into the emergency room. Shen Boyan was stitching up the wound inside. A gash was accidentally pulled open on his head, and a gash on his arm, which looked blood-stained. It was extremely tragic. In fact, the doctor said that it was all skin trauma, and it was nothing serious.

If you just care about it, you will be confused, especially if you are not at the scene, the uncertainty is even more uneasy, and Mo Changan is like this.

"That's what I meant at first, but the boss said it's okay, don't use it, the matter here is not finished, so..."

"He really can't get out of the line of fire with minor injuries!" Mo Changan reprimanded angrily, "Then I'll come here now. You send the hospital address to Xiaocheng."

Mo Chang'an was originally a vigorous and resolute person. He hung up the phone without waiting for Qi Ming to persuade him. The driver had already driven and waited at the door. After getting into the car with Meng Cheng, Mo Chang'an ordered the driver to drive. Go to the district hospital.

If she was going to Jiangcheng and Shen Boyan got hurt again, in her opinion, no matter what, there was one person who had to be taken with her.

The district hospital is the largest hospital in the city, and the daily flow of patients is very large, so the doctors here are very busy.

Neurosurgery is slightly better. After all, not every day there are a lot of patients who need surgery for their broken heads.

Jing Zhe was dressed in a white coat and looked very energetic and handsome. Standing at the door of his office with a cup of coffee in his hand, he leaned his back against the door frame and looked in the direction of the nurse's station.

A figure in a white coat with a neat ponytail was standing there. Looking from Jing Zhe's direction, she happened to see her profile. She was writing a medical record on the nurse's desk with her head down, holding a fountain pen in her hand. From time to time, the corners of her lips Evoked a shallow smile and said a word or two to the nurse.

After writing a medical record, close the folder of the medical record, hand it to the nurse inside, and then continue to write the next one.

Zhu Danyang is just a small resident doctor, and his position is far from that of Jingzhe's deputy director of neurosurgery. Naturally, these resident doctors do all the chores like writing medical records.

A slight smile appeared on Jing Zhe's face, and the nurse at the nurse station saw Jing Zhe's gaze from a distance, couldn't help pursing his lips and chuckling, and whispered to Zhu Danyang, "Doctor Zhu, Doctor Jing is looking at you again gone."

The nurses teased her intentionally, and they all laughed. It was no secret in the department what Jing Zhe meant to Zhu Danyang. He took special care of Zhu Danyang. He always sat next to her when he went to the cafeteria every day. Danyang was his first assistant.

To be honest, at the beginning Danyang was not used to it, even a little disgusted, but after going back and forth, being ridiculed by everyone for a long time, I don't know if it's thick-skinned or what, but he gradually got used to it.

After hearing this, Zhu Danyang didn't look back at Jing Zhe, he was still writing the medical record in his hand, and said without raising his head, "If you want to read it, let him read it, anyway, you won't lose your flesh."

In fact, Zhu Danyang has not been in a good mood these two days. The news about Shangchen is so outrageous. His pornographic photos are all over the Internet, and he can't be contacted. I only learned about the general situation from Shijiu, although I can feel relieved a little. , but how can he be completely at ease, after all, he has been worried about him for so many years.

When Mo Changan arrived, Zhu Danyang had just finished writing the last medical record. He closed the pen cap and put it in the pocket of his white coat. When he turned around, he saw a figure walking in hastily from the door of the department. His expression was indescribably serious.

"Chang'an? Why are you here?" Zhu Danyang was surprised and walked up.

Mo Changan still frowned slightly, "Danyang."

Hearing the seriousness in Chang'an's voice, Zhu Danyang frowned and asked, "What's the matter, your complexion is not good."

"I'm here to look for Jingzhe." Mo Changan continued after saying this, "Shen Boyan went to Jiangcheng on a business trip and was injured."

Jiangcheng?Because of the recent affairs of Shangchen, Zhu Danyang often pays attention to online news and news, and knows more or less about the Shen's Jiangcheng project.

"Is he okay?" The same sentence came from two voices, one male and one female.

Zhu Danyang and Jing Zhe asked in unison. Jing Zhe saw Mo Changan and walked over from the office door, just in time to hear Shen Boyan's injury.

On the face that was always smiling, the expression was a little serious at the moment, and he didn't even tease the tacit understanding between himself and Zhu Danyang, but asked Chang'an, "Is the injury serious?"

After a pause, Jing Zhe frowned, and continued to ask, "You came to look for me, maybe Boyan got hurt?"

He is a neurosurgeon specializing in the cranial brain, so it is easy to think of this.

Mo Changan nodded, "Jing Zhe, can you go with me? Although Qi Ming said it was not serious, I am still not at ease."

Jing Zhe frowned, and nodded, "Well, I'll go and see with you. Boyan is also a guy who is not afraid of big things, and he sits in such a high position. Why do you do everything yourself? Now that I have a wife and child, I don’t know how to worry about it.”

"The car is already waiting outside." Mo Changan pointed outside, "Can you start now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jing Zhe looked at Zhu Danyang, "I have no problem, Danyang will go with me, she has always been my assistant."

These words are more or less impersonal, but Zhu Danyang can refuse it at other times, but now this matter...

She could only bite the bullet and nodded, "Chang'an, let's go."