Today's patient is also mysterious

Chapter 9 Rollover
Wen Miao, "I have something to tell you."

Jiang Lan looked up at the person in front of her, and after telling Lao Lu to continue to follow up on Bai He's situation, she got up and took her to the office.

The decoration style of Shu Xin's office is similar, and the boss doesn't give any special treatment. Wen Miao sat down on the soft chair without looking sideways, and looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment in the room.

"How is it, is it different from what you saw outside the mirror?" Jiang Lan leaned casually on the desk opposite him.

Wen Miao, "Not really."

What surprises can a clear office have?
Jiang Lan's breath was stagnant, the unfinished meaning in his words was really itchy, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he urged out of patience, "What do you want from me, you can talk now."

Wen Miao, "I want to ask for leave."

Jiang Lan, "Now?"

It was the first time she saw the intern who asked for leave on the first day of work.

"Yes, and I will often ask for leave in the future, and I will come to report from time to time every week." After all, he has a lot of business trips, so he doesn't have time to go around the small studio.

Instead of being angry, Jiang Lan smiled, and didn't think there was anything wrong with him asking for leave. She understood that bankruptcy was like this, and she owed too much debt. Of course, she had to work a few more jobs.

As for the fact that he took out 1 yuan casually, she had long since left it behind.

Jiang Lan, "It's okay to ask for leave, but the salary..."

Wen Miao, "I don't need a salary."

"Don't?" Jiang Lan is really surprised, there are people who really have trouble with money, "Since you don't want money, what do you come to work for, is it better to drink comfortable water?".

Wen Miao didn't seem to see the probing in her eyes, crossed his hands in front of him, met her gaze and said, "Personal hobbies."

"Then your hobbies are really wide-ranging."

Wen Miao was noncommittal, indeed, his greatest interest is still in her.

In the end, Jiang Lan approved it as a fake. After all, she is Shu Xin's creditor, so it's okay to have such a little bit of privilege.

As soon as the person asking for leave left, the door of the office was knocked on the back foot. Jiang Lan looked up and saw a sexy beauty stepping on Hentian Gao with a smile before saying a word.

Bobo, "Please drink the coffee I just bought downstairs."

Jiang Lan, "Thank you, please replace it with milk tea next time."

Bobo rolled his eyes towards the sky, "Show me your boss style, how about it? The president and boss all like to drink this, and no one drinks milk tea."

What responded to her was Jiang Lan's grinning expression. It was because they had never eaten real bitterness, and she liked sweets that made people feel happy.

Jiang Lan finished the coffee without wasting a breath, stuck out her little tongue bitterly, "Want to ask me for information?"

Bobo laughed, and opened his mouth to say flattering words, "Sure enough, nothing can escape the boss's eyes. I want to ask if the new handsome guy has a date?".

"single!"

From the analysis of his behavior and behavior, he is definitely not a person with a target.

"really?"

Bobo stomped excitedly.

Jiang Lan nodded, "But you have nothing to do."

"Why?" Bobo protested unconvinced, "I think we are a good match."

"Which match? His watch with your bag?" Jiang Lan ruthlessly pierced her dream, "Let's not say that he is bankrupt, just talk about the criteria for choosing a mate, you are not the type he likes."

Bobo opened his small mouth in shock, and raised his hand to interrupt because of insufficient brain cells, "Wait, let me first."

Jiang Lan raised the end of one eyebrow, signaling her to twitch slowly.

"No, let's not talk about the unrecognizable suit on his body, that watch alone is worth a lot of money." Bobo, who is proficient in major luxury brands, took a while to grasp the point, "Also, why can't I Is it the type he likes?"

"I don't think it's good if he doesn't have money." After Bobo finished speaking, he didn't give up and asked, "Is he really bankrupt?".

"It's more real than your bag." Jiang Lan was very convinced, and she believed it without a doubt, "It's very miserable to work several jobs a day."

Bobo instantly became wilted, and even the strands of his hair were disappointed.

A man without money is not worthy of having her!

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside, and Jiang Lan looked out through the open blinds sideways, and saw a cheerful and handsome guy with peach blossom eyes, warmly calling the two beauties to follow him to the empty office.

Bobo sneered, "Xiaobai does this every time. He thinks that he doesn't have to deduct his wages if he brings customers with him. Boss, you must not be soft-hearted this time."

"It makes sense." Jiang Lan nodded, "This time you two buckle together."

"Don't, boss, I was wrong, my bag is still waiting for the salary to be paid in installments, poor child."

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rehabilitation hospital.

The highest level of the inpatient department, the first-class medical team, the top service, the people who can live here are either rich or expensive.

Xiao En was waiting at the door of a certain ward. When he saw a familiar person approaching, he hurriedly greeted him, "Mr. Wen."

"Is anyone here?"

Wen Miao's facial features were unusually cold, the closer he was to the ward, the lower the air pressure around his body.

Xiao En is used to the boss coming to the hospital as if he was a different person, and his expression became more respectful, "I'm already inside, and I'm doing an examination for the second young master."

"Go in and have a look."

The door of the ward was opened, and in the one-bedroom ward, there was no sign of coldness at all. The sunflowers in front of the window were still stained with water droplets, but it gave people a sense of elegance and warmth.

Walking into the ward, the doctor in a white coat was flipping through the case book, and he was not surprised to see two people entering the door.

Wen Miao first looked at the young man on the hospital bed, with a flash of gentleness in his eyes, and asked straight to the point, "Can you wake someone up?"

"No." Wen Qingyun refused frankly, and did not take his black face seriously, "The patient is in a coma by himself, external interference can only maintain his physical functions, and the psychological problems can only be treated after the patient wakes up."

Wen Miao put his hands in his pockets, his face full of displeasure, and he almost said what's the use of asking you to come.

"If I remember correctly, Dr. Wen is a famous genius consultant in the association?"

"Genius is not omnipotent." Wen Qingyun pushed his glasses, his expression unchanged, "By the way, the reputation of genius is just an external publicity of the association, just to make employers pay more."

Wen Miao, the employer who overpaid, turned darker.

Xiao En, who was acting as an invisible man, looked at Wen Qingyun in admiration, and the admiration in his eyes was about to turn into substance.

Great boss, it's the first time in his career that he can play tricks like this in front of Mr. Wen.

Wen Miao, "Very well, leave when you are not cured, and don't forget to leave the consultation fee."

Wen Qingyun's expression cracked, it's over, this is the rhythm of turning over!

"Who said I can't cure it." Wen Qingyun smiled, revealing the word self-confidence from head to toe.

Wen Miao looked at him coldly, not bothering to repeat what he had just said.

Wen Qingyun laughed dryly and said, "Treatment needs to be cyclical and gradual. If the patient can be cured by meeting, my current reputation to the outside world is not a genius, but the youngest leader of the association."

(End of this chapter)