I became beautiful by eating melons

The next day, after Ye Rou had her meal, she drank a bowl of bitter medicine with a deep hatred, and was sent to the hospital by Jiang Chen.

She went up to the third floor and went straight to the ward where He Shuhui was on duty.

Gently pushing the door open, she glanced at the ward and frowned.

Zhu Bing still changed beds. The old lady lay on the bed near the window, and Zhu Bing lay on the bed near the door, with his eyes closed and breathing steadily, and he had not woken up yet.

Seeing her coming, He Shuhui, who had been up all night, felt like she had seen a savior.

He Shuhui walked out of the ward, her eyes dark, and she held Ye Rou's hand and said excitedly: "Xiao Rou, I'm really sorry to bother you. You saved my life."

The nurses are assigned tasks according to the wards. For example, there are twelve wards on the third floor. He Shuhui is responsible for taking care of the patients in wards 301, 302, 303 and 304. If they are lucky, these wards will be empty for a few days and they will have an easier time.

But He Shuhui has been particularly unlucky these days. The four wards are full of patients and she is very busy. Zhu Bing in ward 302 has attempted suicide several times and needs someone to watch over him, so she has no choice but to ask Ye Rou for help.

"It's all trivial." Ye Rou said, and then asked in confusion: "Why did Zhu Bing change the bed?"

He Shuhui stayed up too late, so her brain was a little slow. After thinking for a while, she said, "Zhu Bing is easy to talk to. I'll just go to the bathroom and change it when I come back to the ward."

Ye Rou originally wanted to ask Zhu Bing why she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, but after looking at He Shuhui's face, she changed the subject and said, "Go to the lounge and have some sleep."

He Shuhui's cheeks were sunken, her eyes were dark blue and her skin was pale, she spoke in a dull voice and moved slowly. To be honest, she was a little scary.

She said stiffly, "I can't rest. I have to change the dressings for the people in Ward 303."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, but Ye Rou pulled her back and said helplessly, "You're going the wrong way. 303 is over there."

"Yes—" He Shuhui changed direction and continued walking.

Ye Rou grabbed her again and stuffed the lunch box in her hand into her hand. "I made chicken soup at home this morning and brought you a portion."

"Swish!" He Shuhui's tired eyes suddenly lit up.

"What's that sound?" Ye Rou looked up in confusion.

"It's me." A full-of-energy voice.

Ye Rou looked at He Shuhui, only to see that she seemed to be revived, holding the lunch box with slightly flushed cheeks.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Rou wondered.

He Shuhui was too excited.

The food at Ye Rou’s house is super super delicious!

A few days ago, they took turns staying with her in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department. At the beginning, everyone was very orderly, and two people were assigned to accompany Ye Rou in the morning and afternoon respectively.

But later this balance was broken.

Because Ye Rou would bring delicious food for them.

The variety was different every day, sometimes it was candied fruits, sometimes it was cakes and snacks, and sometimes it was even a breakfast. He Shuhui had eaten the wontons that Ye Rou brought.

It tastes fresh and fragrant, and the skin is so thin that it is almost transparent. Even now, He Shuhui still drools when she thinks of the wontons.

Sun Xiaoxing has eaten soup dumplings, Shen Meng has eaten plum blossom rice porridge...

For these delicious foods, they quarreled in the lounge every day when the hospital was not busy, just to grab the chance to accompany Ye Rou.

Unfortunately, Liu Yang, this idiot, attacked Ye Rou.

When he was beaten to a pulp by Ye Rou, all the women in the hospital hated him.

I originally thought that he would hold out for a while and let them eat more meals for a few more days.

The result was predictably disappointing.

It turns out that relying on men is no better than watching a sow climb a tree.

From then on, they all thought that they would never be able to eat at Ye Rou's house again. They never expected that after three days of bad luck, He Shuhui would be blessed with luck again.

She was not sleepy anymore. It was just three days of work. With this bowl of chicken soup, she could still go to work.

After expressing her sincere gratitude to Ye Rou, He Shuhui ran away happily holding the chicken soup.

Ye Rou looked at her back with a confused look on her face, so what was she so excited about?

Unable to figure it out, Ye Rou simply stopped thinking about it and went into the ward.

Zhu Bing smelled the unique fragrance of Dr. Ye and knew she was coming. She didn't dare to open her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

Zhu Bing is a person who will not refuse others, and is especially afraid of other people's disappointed looks, so after the person in the bed next to him asked to change beds again, Zhu Bing agreed.

She changed her bed, thinking of Dr. Ye's care during the day. She was afraid that Dr. Ye would be disappointed in her, so she didn't sleep at all all night and tossed and turned in bed.

Ye Rou naturally discovered that Zhu Bing was pretending to sleep, but she did not expose him. She just put a cup of warm water on the bedside, moved a chair and continued to read the medical books she brought. These days she has been looking for a way to treat Jiang Chen.

She was not in a hurry to have a child, but Jiang Chen's pulse was too strange, weak and frail. Ye Rou was afraid that it would be bad for Jiang Chen's health if it continued like this.

The ward was not really a good place to read. Zhu Bing was very quiet, but another patient in the ward, the old lady who had come yesterday, seemed to be in very uncomfortable conditions. She sighed every time she turned over.

"Creaky" the ward door was gently pushed open and Shen Meng squeezed in.

Seeing Ye Rou, she breathed a sigh of relief, then said nervously, "Xiao Rou, hide quickly, Liu Yang's father is here."

Ye Rou's ears twitched slightly, and she shook her head slightly at the anxious Shen Meng, "It's too late."

The next second, the door of the ward opened wide.

The old lady's eldest daughter rushed in, pulled open the curtain, patted the old lady, and said excitedly: "Mom, don't sleep, the Chinese medicine doctor invited by Doctor Dong is here."

Ye Rou heard the sound of someone leaning on a cane and looked towards the door.

The master said that Liu Jintang was two years older than him, but the man that Dong Hao supported in had gray hair, a hunched back, and had to rely on a cane to walk. He seemed to be twenty years older than the master.

Shen Meng whispered: "He is Liu Jintang."

Liu Jintang turned his head silently, his pair of dark eyes stared at Shen Meng, then his gaze slightly turned and fell on Ye Rou.

When looking at him, Ye Rou felt that the air temperature dropped by two degrees.

This was the second old man that Ye Rou had seen that made her uncomfortable since coming to Beijing.

If Tian Zihui was like a black-haired crow, then Liu Jintang gave her the feeling of a snake, a highly poisonous snake.

There were layers of wrinkles on his neck, and he turned his head back and forth very flexibly, looking at Ye Rou with a cold gaze.

Ye Rou's intuition told her that Liu Jintang was coming for her.

Seeing that Liu Jintang didn't move, the old lady's daughter urged him anxiously, "Doctor, please give my mother that injection quickly, don't let her feel uncomfortable."

Liu Jintang hummed coldly.

The curtain was drawn and Dong Hao was waiting outside.

When the curtain was opened again, the old lady exclaimed in surprise: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"

The old lady's daughter was so excited that she kept thanking Liu Jintang.

Liu Jintang was indifferent and did not respond. He walked slowly to the door of the ward with a cane.

He suddenly stopped, turned his head towards Ye Rou, and said grimly: "Come out with me."