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Chapter 1075: Healing the Heart and Healing the Mind (11)

I just don't know if there are any female patients who are particularly familiar with Yan Xuan and can't be preempted.

If it was possible, Su Qingyu really wanted to quit her job here and become a nurse, watching Yan Xuan in the hospital every day to prevent him from messing around.

It's a pity that she can't quit her current job, and it would be a pity if she quit.

Xuanyou Technology is a top-ranked online game company in the country. It is very large-scale, and many people can't squeeze in. If Su Qingyu quits his job, he will really regret it.

Furthermore, she is a layman and does not understand nursing knowledge.

A few days later, Yan Xuan was sorting out the patient's information in the office and was planning to store it, when he received a call from the security room.

Although Su Qingyu filled in Yan Xuan's consultation phone number in the office, it was for the convenience of patients to consult their illnesses and to notify their superiors of meetings, and the security room could not be occupied.

So every doctor and nurse left a phone number in the security room, and they just called their mobile phones if they needed something.

Yan Xuan is the director of the department, and he is the most popular among patients. People often send him anonymous things.

At the beginning, Yan Xuan would return them one by one, but in the end they would send them back again and again. They didn't find it troublesome, but Yan Xuan had a lot of things to do, so he couldn't be delayed because of this kind of thing.

Therefore, he asked the people in the security room to keep them, and those who could be sent back would be sent back, and those that could not be sent back would be piled up together, and when the pile reached a certain level, he would take them back in one go.

Yan Xuan didn't answer and hung up the phone directly because he was very busy now.

The security room knew that if the call was answered, it would be a miracle.

Yan Xuan got off work at eight o'clock in the evening, and had already had dinner in the hospital cafeteria.

He doesn't live in the dormitory of the hospital. His family is fairly well-off, with a house outside and a car.

After changing shifts with another deputy director, Yan Xuan changed his clothes and drove the car behind the security room, opened the trunk, and moved several pieces into the trunk by courier.

It took about four or five trips to finish the move. When I got home, it was already past 40:[-].

Some of these couriers are delivered by merchants, and some are delivered by patients themselves.

If the patient sends it by himself, it can be returned, but if it is delivered by the merchant, it is not easy to return it, and it has to be negotiated.

After negotiation, that's all that's left, and there's still a lot.

More if you include those that go back.

Although doctors can't accept gifts from patients in private, those patients know these reasons and usually send him some fruits, cards and the like.

The cards are all left, and the fruit will rot, so either hurry up and return it, or eat it by yourself.

He was very popular, and no one said he "received red envelopes from patients". The dean knew about it, so he had no choice but to let them go.

Only this time, Yan Xuan found something out of the ordinary in the courier pile, hair conditioner and hair growth tonic!

shock!
The first moment Yan Xuan saw these two things, he went into the bathroom and looked at his head in the mirror.

His hair is very thick and black, and he doesn't lose much of his hair when he washes his hair. Why did he receive such things as conditioner and hair growth tonic?

He must have read it wrong.

Yan Xuan turned back and looked at it again, and he was indeed right, it was those two things, and there was a note under it.

Yan Xuan moved the things away and picked up the note, which read as follows:
My dear, hair loss is easy to grow and difficult to grow, you must take good care of yourself!
There is also a kaomoji at the back, the kind with funny faces.

(End of this chapter)