Oops!The boss checks my leveling situation!

What...won't you listen to him? "

Dr. Zheng: "There's no way. I was cheated by a long-haired man when I first fell in love. So when I meet long-haired male patients, I will find a way to cut their hair shorter. I didn't bring a clipper today, otherwise I can give you a flat head, and it doesn’t cost you any money!”

Xiao Meng couldn't help coughing out: "Then I... thank you!"

Go to hell!

44. The legs trembling slightly when going to the toilet

When the president entered the room, he felt something was wrong, not because of Xiao Meng's hair like a chicken coop, nor because of the proud look on Dr. Zheng's face.

"What's wrong?" He was very nervous carrying the lunch box, for fear that the room would be distorted, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

Dr. Zheng: "Look at how well my hair is cut!" Hearing this tone, it was as if I had passed the Double Hundred exam.

"Let's not talk about how the cut is..." The president put down the lunch box with a very complicated expression, and grabbed Dr. Zhenzheng's skirt to control his strength: "The key...Didn't I say not to cut his hair?"

Dr. Zheng's eyes were aggrieved: "I thought it was the kind of hair that was barely above the eyebrows. You told me not to put on the tweezers, so I can understand it?"

The president glanced at Xiaomeng: "I'll give you Tony's contact information later, this level is too bad!"

Xiaomeng looked hopeless: "If I make a bowl and put it on my head, it may be more pleasing to the eye..."

Dr. Zheng struggled out of the CEO's hands: "Nonsense! My skills are so good! I could suture on grape skins when I was young!"

The president couldn't help but glanced at Xiao Meng again: "You have Parkinson's, right? Your hands can shake like this!"

Dr. Zheng said righteously: "Isn't this the most popular dog eating bangs on the market?! Didn't I reflect the essence?!"

The president opened the door in a vain attempt to drive Dr. Zheng out: "You're too old to be a celebrity, okay? My granddaughter is already in junior high school, not as energetic as you are! I'll bring you a genuine album next time, okay?"

Dr. Zheng immediately leaned against the door: "Really? The one with autograph! I don't want it without signature!"

The president covered his face: "I'll take a video for you next time, I'll take your idol's hand and sign it for you!"

Dr. Zheng immediately packed up his things: "Okay, okay, talk slowly, don't eat too greasy, or it will affect your recovery. If necessary, you can go to the hospital cafeteria and report my name. The aunt at the fourth window is my fan. You should I can give you an extra piece of meat."

Seeing Dr. Zheng running so fast, Xiao Meng couldn't help raising his uninjured hand and scratching his head: "...Is this doctor so floating?"

The president closed the door: "He is rehiring from retirement, of course he is floating. He knows all the directors in this hospital, and they take care of each other."

He carefully circled the hospital bed and saw the hair of different lengths on the back of Xiaomeng's head: "I swear to God, I really didn't ask him to cut your hair."

Xiao Meng nodded: "I believe."

Seeing his expression, the president hesitated: "But I feel...Your face clearly says that I and the doctor are in the same group."

Xiao Meng shook his head: "If you are really with this doctor, I believe you can find a doctor who specializes in hairdressing to treat me, instead of just doing what you want."

The president covered his face: "Stop talking, I'll call someone to fix it for you this afternoon... let's eat first."

He opened the lunch box, and inside was a bowl of porridge and a few side dishes: "Xiao Wu bought it at the entrance of the hospital, and said that the hospital cafeteria has already lined up on the road at the gate, so you might starve to death in bed."

Xiao Meng wanted to take the bowl: "Fortunately, I was actually hungry for three days at the longest time."

CEO: "...You better not move, I'll feed you."

Xiao Meng: "No, no, I will do it myself."

The two pushed back for a while, but the president couldn't resist, so he watched Xiaomeng put the bowl on the plastered hand, then poured the side dish into the porridge, stirred it twice with the other hand, and served it directly. Looking up into the bowl and pouring it in, the president fell into doubt: "Is this porridge so thin? Why is it like water!"

Xiao Meng put down the bowl: "Boss, move it."

The president was very puzzled: "Huh? What are you doing?"

Xiaomeng also had a plaster cast on his foot. It is said that his ankle was sprained at the time. He supported the bedside table with one hand, bent his left foot with the plaster cast, and rolled out of bed very vigorously: "Go to the toilet."

President: "Are you so agile?!"

Xiao Meng was very indifferent: "It's okay, I used to jump all the way up when I lived on the top floor."

CEO: "...What the hell have you been through?!"

Xiaomeng: "It's just a very common foot injury and jumping. Let alone I go to the bathroom."

Just as the president was about to ask if he wanted to give him a hand, he saw Xiaomeng stuck his left foot on the top of the sitting toilet and completed a split. Of course, he remembered to put a door behind him after the split.

I don't know why the CEO felt that Xiaomeng's legs were trembling slightly when he went to the toilet. He was very emotional when he heard the sound of water. Could this be a juggling background? !Ah no, why do you have to show off your flexibility when you go to the bathroom? !

After a few minutes, Xiaomeng came out very calmly, not forgetting to wash his hands.

President: "Are you so capable?"

Xiao Meng: "I often sprain my ankle, I'm used to it."

CEO: "...Your physique is not good! This time, let's take advantage of the illness to recuperate!"

Xiaomeng: "Eh...my life is cheap, let's talk about medical treatment."

When the president heard that he started to get angry, his tone couldn't help being a little heavy: "Don't say anything in front of me that is cheap or not, I don't want to hear it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Xiaomeng in a daze, why did he say what was in his heart? !

Little Meng wiped her hands with a paper towel, lifted the quilt, jumped up and replied calmly: "This is something that exists objectively, and there is no way around it. I know boss, you think it's nothing to do with it, but I really can't do anything about the resources you have. Enjoy it, I usually go to a small clinic next to me when I am sick, and I can prescribe some medicine to take it by myself. If I can’t bear it, I will go to the registration to have a look. Like this kind of dislocation, ankle sprain, it’s for me It’s very common. In fact, if you didn’t have a bed here, I might be told by the doctor not to take up medical resources when I wake up, and clean up by myself.”

The president looked at him: "Then I'll share my resources with you, it's okay."

Xiaomeng pulled the quilt to the level of his neck: "Then I don't feel at ease. There is one disease in this world that cannot be cured, and that is the disease of poverty. The doctor said just now that I have a full heaven, that is, it was rough before the age of 28. Just get over it. Maybe I will believe it before I put it away. In fact, occasionally I will save some money to buy lottery tickets, and buy a scratch-off game for 5 yuan. Thinking about how much I should spend if I win, and then I will Take it lightly, I am alone, and I have nothing to worry about, so I think I am helping the poor and helping people who are worse than myself."

The CEO sat next to him: "Didn't you think about falling in love in the past... find someone or something."

Xiao Meng looked at her exposed arm: "I have no money, no house, no car, and no serious job, so don't delay her."

The president's eyes were furtive: "Actually...have you thought about it? What does it look like? Mind...do I know?"

Xiao Meng stared at him, and the president was a little nervous, but he pretended to be calm.

Xiao Meng scratched the bow on the strap: "I remember you asked me before, but I didn't answer at that time."

CEO: "Well... so you are willing to answer this time?"

Xiaomeng: "The person I want to marry should be more ordinary. I have a job, and I can chat for a while when I come back at night. It's best if I love reading and watch documentaries with me. They have a little hobbies with each other. Life is full of hope. When we have children in the future, we can calmly communicate with the children’s problems instead of blaming each other for the lack of the family. I heard that many women know that the man’s relatives will not be able to bring children and directly decide to break the relationship, so I hope The relatives of the other party will not show disgust because I have no family, and can accommodate me as a family."

The president was silent for a while: "Sounds very extraordinary, her knowledge and character should be inseparable from the influence of her family."

Xiao Meng smiled: "Yes, this kind of seemingly ordinary girl will have a better home, I'm afraid I won't meet it."

CEO: "So...do you want someone who can communicate with you spiritually?"

Xiao Meng shook his head: "Not completely, people have to get along with each other. But if I plan to stay single forever, I don't have such worries."

The CEO's heart beat faster: "You mean, if you don't meet such a girl, you plan to stay single forever?"

Xiaomeng looked at him: "I don't know. I don't predict the future. The gap is too big. It is easy to lose the motivation to live. The most important thing is to live."

"Add a premise," the president stood up: "Alive and healthy. I'm going back, and I'll talk about it after dinner. You don't want to escape from the hospital. I'll call Tony to come over in the afternoon."

Xiaomeng frowned: "Do you think... I might skip back to my rental room like this?"

CEO: "Who knows how you will escape from prison? Maybe hijacking an ambulance."

Xiaomeng: "Then boss, you really overestimated... okay, I will take medicine and sleep for a while."

He nodded, went out and closed the door, walked about 5 rooms to relax, and then took out his mobile phone to call the secretary: "Is there still time for me to watch the documentary?"

The secretary leaned on the steering wheel: "Boss, haven't you always disliked such popular science stuff as annoying?"

The president was expressionless: "I can't help it, I fell in love with a school bully, and the dream of a school bully is to find someone who can communicate with him spiritually."