Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Beside him, the director was holding his own things and was about to go back to rest when he saw the strangeness of the planning: What's wrong?

Look at Jiang Xinran's Weibo. Planning reached out and clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo.

Although the director didn't agree that Jiang Xinran's potential surpassed that of Meng Fu's, he also agreed with Jiang Xinran's potential value. Hearing this, he lowered his head and looked.

Jiang Xinran's Weibo is certified, with a yellow V on it.

Fans: 4.89 million.

Compared to Meng Fu's 90 million followers, 4.89 million is just a fraction of Meng Fu's.

but--

Jiang Xinran is just an amateur, tens of thousands of fans is not bad for an amateur, just like Gao Mian and Qiao Le, one or two hundred followers is normal.

The director and the planner looked at each other, and the planner immediately scrolled down.

Jiang Xinran's latest Weibo was forwarded only the day before yesterday.

v Xinran xr: Guess which of my works was selected? //@v湘城艺术展会: A national art exhibition jointly organized by the Cultural Bureau and the Painting Association. This year's exhibition area is in Xiangcheng. It is a great honor to have Xiangcheng as the exhibition area. We have invited many famous teachers in the industry to work with At the same time, domestic fresh blood also landed at the booth for the first time...

There are 12,000 comments below.

Of course, it can't be compared with Meng Fu's Weibo with 1 million comments.

But 12,000 comments for an amateur is definitely against the sky.

The planner glanced at it, and quickly popularized science to the director, This is a national comprehensive art exhibition, held once every three years, and has a great influence in the art world and the art world. She can participate in this kind of exhibition? I don't know what it is Booth.

The director's heart moved, Look at her Weibo certification.

The planner scrolled up, and directly clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo certification content: C-level member of the Painting Association, ninth-level pianist, silver medal in the national mathematics competition...

C-level member of the Painting Association? Pianist? Painter Xinran? Looking at the string of certifications, the planner couldn't help being dazed.

He happened to know that Jiang Xinran could draw from last week, and he was good at painting, so the program team also judged that Jiang Xinran had potential.

But it never occurred to her that Jiang Xinran was actually a C-level member of the Painting Association.

Forget it, tenth grade pianist, how old is she this year?

After reading the certification, the director continued to scroll down with the planner's mobile phone, and saw Jiang Xinran's Weibo, mostly paintings, but also a piano.

The reviews are not low.

I'll just say, the planner came back to his senses, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and looked at the director, Look, after the show is broadcast, Jiang Xinran's popularity will grow like a fountain, definitely better than Meng's. Frightening, members of the Painting Association, how old are you, to be able to participate in this kind of exhibition.

Xiangcheng Comprehensive Exhibition... Excited about the planning, and didn't want to rest anymore, he said excitedly, Although it's still early, we can communicate with Jiang Xinran in advance to see if we can go in and take a shot!

The planner is not someone from CCTV. He is not only considering the documentary, but also the highlights and traffic exposure of the program.

**

The next day, early in the morning.

After Meng Fu had dinner with Qiao Le, he went to see the 18-bed patient.

When they arrived, they happened to meet Song Jia and the three who were giving acupuncture to a 17-bed patient.

Holding the medical record card, Gao Mian looked at Jiang Xinran and Song Jia, You two are too good!

It was only the second day that I dared to get the needle.

The acupoint map given by Dr. Chen is nothing. Song Jia pulled out the needle and looked at Boss Liu in bed 17. How do you feel?

Very good, my toes feel a little better. Boss Liu obviously felt a little blood flow in his legs. He looked at the three of them and was very excited. Thank you three little doctors.

Gao Mian recorded Boss Liu's legs. Hearing this, he smiled brightly, Boss Liu, you probably don't know this one. He pointed to Song Jia, This one is the star of the future!

Jiang Xinran put away the needle, and when she saw Meng Fu and others coming in, she said, Let's hurry up, we have to see Dr. Chen for surgery today.

Gao Mian nodded to Song Jia, speeding up his movements.

Since the last time Meng Fu went to the operating room twice in a row, Dr. Chen only called Song Jia's team every time he had an operation.

Including this time, Dr. Chen still called them for operations above level 4.

Gao Mian grinned at the corner of his mouth, once again rejoicing in his heart for his choice.

Seeing Meng Fu and Qiao Le, Gao Mian also greeted naturally, Good morning.

Okay. Meng Fu nodded slightly at him.

Qiao Le smiled without a smile on his face, Good morning.

**

Meng Fu always has a lazy look, and his dusty face is full of beauty. He is really a beauty from the north, peerless and independent.

Even in a white coat, it doesn't look like a doctor.

She put one hand lazily in her pocket, and directed Qiao Le to close the bed curtain with the other hand, and half sat on Xiao Wei's bed.

Compared with the seriousness of the three of Song Jia, they are somewhat cynical.

When the bed curtain was drawn, Meng Fu pointed at Qiao Le and asked her to get the needle.

The first time is raw and the second time is cooked.

Today, Qiao Le was more stable than yesterday, and she found several acupuncture points without Meng Fu's reminder, but the depth of the needle was not well controlled, which made Xiao Wei's pain even stronger.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Looking at Xiao Wei who was trembling in pain, Qiao Le quickly apologized.

Xiao Wei shook his head, rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a low voice, It's okay.

Meng Fu yawned, then directed Qiao Le to put away the silver needle, lazily recorded Xiao Wei's situation today, and took Qiao Le to the emergency room after writing it down.

All the doctors are gone.

Boss Liu looked at Meng Fu's not-serious back, then glanced at Xiao Wei whose fingers were trembling, and said with a smile, Xiao Wei, do you feel your toes? I feel something in my toes.

Xiao Wei's face was very rigid, he didn't speak, he just glanced at Boss Liu, and then looked away.

Under the quilt, his toes moved a little.

Xiao Wei's dim eyes also gradually had some light.

**

Qiao Le followed Meng Fu, thinking about Song Jia and the three of them going to see Director Chen for an operation.

I didn't think about it for a long time, so I asked if I didn't understand, No, Dr. Chen hasn't asked you to watch it three times in a row. I remember he was clearly praising you last time.

Calm and clear-headed, the key is that I seem to have a tacit understanding with Dr. Chen.

After the operation that day, Director Chen even personally questioned Meng Fu, and Qiao Le could tell that Director Chen admired Meng Fu.

Why didn't you ask Meng Fu for these operations?

Meng Fu put his hand into his white coat, his brows were wan, and he glanced at her when he heard that, and said lazily, Do you want to go and watch?

Ah? Dr. Chen's operation is rare, so many people wish to learn from him, but I can't learn much when I go there, Qiao Le shook his head, I just mean you...

If you don't want to go, forget it. Meng Fu nodded, indicating that he knew, You should practice this set of acupuncture these few days.

Qiao Le put his hands behind his head and sighed: Then you are not saying that we can go if we want to, I will first get familiar with acupuncture and moxibustion.

Of course, Qiao Le still doesn't know that the foundation of acupuncture and moxibustion that Meng Fu gave her so casually at this time will make her sweep away everyone in the same generation except Meng Fu.

Well, Meng Fu comforted her, Come on, the operating table may not work, how should I put it, don't force everything, just play with silver needles.

Qiao Le: ...

Why, Meng Fu, she can live till now?

**

Throughout the day, Meng Fu and Qiao Le followed the nurses and doctors in the emergency room to treat one patient after another.

Afternoon is the time for them to go to the equipment room to learn acupuncture.

The head nurse in the equipment room is not here today.

Meng Fu wasn't in a good mood either, every time she came back from the emergency room, she wasn't feeling well.

She taught Qiao Le how to get a needle.

At night, the two went back to the dormitory together. Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car on the road and asked Qiao Le to go back first.

The camera wisely did not follow her.

Why are you here? Meng Fu sat on the bench in the hospital.

His birthday present is ready, Su Cheng looked at her, handed her a cup of warm milk tea, paused, and then said slowly, I prepared one for him too.

Meng Fu thought for a while, then seriously commented, Then he must have been moved and cried.

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows, thinking that Jiang Xinchen might not be too moved, and then took out a blank greeting card to Meng Fu: You write him a greeting card, and I'll send it back together sometime.

After Meng Fu finished recording the program, it will be on the 26th, and he has to go to filming, so he has no time to go back.

You still want to write a greeting card for him? Meng Fu took it and bit the straw, So delicate?

She put the half-drunk milk tea into Su Cheng's hand, and wrote a random sentence with the greeting card.

Looking up, I saw Su Cheng staring at the cup of milk tea without speaking.

Meng Fu paused, and looked at Su Cheng in disbelief: Do you want to drink?

She glanced at Su Cheng, then lowered her head, drank all the milk tea in his hand in one gulp, then put the greeting card into Su Cheng's pocket, and said seriously: Give it up.

After speaking, she put on her hat and went straight back to the dormitory.

When returning to the dormitory, Song Jia had just come back, Gao Mian was pouring water in the hall, saw Meng Fu and Song Jia coming back, and greeted them.

Song Jia glanced into the hall, Where's Jiang Xinran?

Gao Mian smiled mysteriously, with a little excitement on his face: The director asked her to go out.

Director? Song Jia was taken aback.

Gao Mian couldn't hold back, Xin Ran is really a painter! She is also very famous!

Qiao Le was also sitting in the lobby, and when she heard this, she followed suit, She was only 20 years old, and her paintings were included in the National Art Exhibition.

Meng Fu yawned, and some tears welled up in his peach blossom eyes.

Hearing about Guozhan, she glanced at Qiao Le and said casually, Guozhan?

It was the first time Qiao Le saw that Meng Fu was interested in something, so she quickly explained to her: The National Exhibition is a three-year art exhibition, a very important exhibition! Jiang Xinran is a painter with superb painting skills. Her weibo, that picture of peonies, is almost fake, much better than what she painted in the dormitory, she hides it too deeply. Most importantly, you probably didn't expect... She is C from the headquarters of the Beijing Painting Association. Class students!

**

The thumb of my right hand shakes when I bend it. I have been at a thousand degrees for an hour, so it is even later

The main reason is that Qiandu said it was Parkinson's (smile), rubbish Qiandu, who was mad at a code word

Good night