My Professor Shen

"Doctor! Doctor!" Ah San hurriedly rushed into the outpatient room on the second floor of the hospital. His shirt was wet with dark red blood. He was so anxious that he even forgot to put on his mask. I glanced at him a few times.

Shen Qingchuan leaned against the bodyguard, half-closed his eyes, his lips had lost all color.

"Show her quickly!" He grabbed the doctor's collar and pulled it forward. Because he practiced martial arts all year round, the doctor lost his focus and staggered forward, and the frame on the bridge of his nose was crooked.

The doctor snorted coldly, his face was livid, and after seeing the bone-deep wound in Shen Qingchuan's palm, his desire to save lives and heal the wounded prevailed.

"Get ready for surgery!" He frowned and ordered to the assistant.

The incision was deep, and the wound surface was neat. The skin and flesh beside the wound had curled and turned white, embedded with gravel of uneven thickness, and the gauze that had just been pressed to stop the bleeding had been soaked.

The assistant was a newly recruited graduate student. He had never seen such a spectacle full of bodyguards in black before. He was stunned for a moment, then agreed repeatedly, and trotted out of the office.

The metal tweezers stirred back and forth in the wound, she calmly didn't even frown.

On the contrary, Ah San's forehead was covered with sweat, her breath was short of breath, and she looked at Su Liman in her memory through her eyes. A similar face was also lifeless, as if it would disappear in the next moment.He tilted his head and clenched his fists "clicking", forcing himself not to recall the horrible scene.

"Miss, do you really not want to go back and see Dr. Liu?" He asked with concern, the bumpy skin, the inch-long scar and this expression made the hair stand on end.

"Hmph!" said the doctor who was questioned about his medical skills, "When you go back to find someone, this hand will be useless!"

"Teacher, get ready." The assistant said while panting heavily, pawing at the door.

"What are you doing so closely, just wait outside the door!" The doctor separated the black-clothed bodyguards guarding Shen Qingchuan, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt after you take the anesthetic." He comforted him in a gentle voice. He had a good impression of this calm and composed little girl, unlike the big man just now.

"Hmm." Shen Qingchuan stared at the wound in a daze, pursed his lips, and tore off the dead skin on his lips backwards, with the tip of his tongue against the palate, he tasted the sweet smell of blood.

Not knowing what happened to Jiang Ling's wrist, she lowered her eyes.

Wearing sterile gloves, the doctor gently pushed the needle tube to exhaust the remaining air inside, the anesthetic came out of the needle tip and sizzled outward, and the cold liquid slowly poured into Shen Qingchuan's palm.

Tissue edema appeared after the infiltration of local anesthesia, and Shen Qingchuan's palm was already numb, covered with a piece of gauze, it soon turned red.

It was noon when a group of people came, and the sun had already hidden behind the building, and the hot light was covered by clouds.As time went by, red clouds appeared in the sky, and Ah San felt more and more uneasy, especially when there were several doctors who looked like doctors coming in and out during the operation.

The lights came on and off, and the doctor came out first.

"How?" Ah Sanwei, who was pacing at the door, came up and asked anxiously.

Shen Qingchuan also followed, the doctor turned his back to her and winked at Ah San, "Come to my office and explain the postoperative precautions." During the entire operation, his spirit was highly concentrated, and his eyes were sore right now .

"No, just say it here." Shen Qingchuan's cold voice sounded, her hands were wrapped in gauze, her face looked much rosier than before the operation.

Ah San looked her up and down a few times, and was relieved to see her intact.

The doctor took off the mask and rubbed his temples. This group of people knew who was talking and no longer shy away from it. "The situation is more complicated than I thought."

"The wounds on the left and right sides are relatively symmetrical, and fifteen stitches were sutured on one side." He briefly introduced the suture situation of the wound, and then considered the words carefully, "The left hand is basically fine. It will not affect function if it recovers well."

"What do you mean it won't affect the function?" Ah San asked coldly.

"Hand shaking, chills, and swelling may last for a year, but the basic life is fine, that's what it means." The doctor tried his best to answer.

"Then what if the recovery is not good?" He asked, the scar on his face looked even more terrifying.

"Nerves don't have the ability to regenerate, and they may not heal for life." The doctor said cruelly.

"It won't heal forever...but..." Ah San clasped the doctor's shoulders tightly, her expression excited, but how could the young lady draw manuscripts!

"Ah San!" Shen Qingchuan yelled softly to stop his reckless behavior, she clenched her fists hard, but the anesthetic hadn't passed, in fact it looked like she just curled her fingers.

"Just now I found a doctor in the neurology department, and I have already connected the nerves for you. You don't need to get wet before removing the stitches, and you can exercise more after removing the stitches. You don't have to worry too much." The doctor stroked the wrinkled forehead. Pao comforted, and I don't know whose big shot made such a big show.

"Thank you doctor." Shen Qingchuan thanked calmly.

"Come someone to prescribe medicine with me." The doctor said, scanning the row of bodyguards who were standing upright.

Ah San was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he kicked the one closest to him, "Hurry up! Can't you line up for dinner?"

The sky was completely dark, Shen Qingchuan leaned tiredly on the cushion in the back of the car, staring at his palm in a daze.A few hours after the operation was completed, the anesthetic slowly lost its effect, and the pain along with the flowing blood stimulated the nerves in the brain.

The fingertips lightly brushed the wound, and there was an uneven touch under the fingers. The palms were lightly clenched into fists, and even more piercing pain hit. As if she was sure that her hands could still respond, she pursed her lips and smiled.

Ah San's voice came in through the not-so-sound-proof glass of the car.

"Is this how you protect Miss?" He scolded in a cold voice, wearing only a close-fitting vest, and there were still marks of shrapnel on his arms, and his intimidating aura made several bodyguards unable to lift their heads.

"Miss... she won't let us follow." Finally, someone dared to answer.

Ah San snorted coldly, "Miss doesn't like people following you and disappearing immediately? Dogs eat everything you've learned? Do you only know how to cook?"

"No..." They lowered their heads in shame and said in unison.

"Next time, you can go directly to the northwest to feed the wolves." These people can be regarded as carefully selected by him, and they are all top-notch in skill, but their brains are not very bright.

"Miss." Ah San got into the car and looked at Shen Qingchuan, hesitating to speak.

"I'm fine." She smiled again.

In Ah San's eyes, this smile seemed to be a forced smile. He clenched his teeth, and the veins burst out on his forehead.

...

"Why did President Xiao Jiang come so early today!" Liu Qin, the head of the administration department, was the first to arrive in the office. Just as the breakfast bun was stuffed into her mouth, she ran into Jiang Ling who pushed the door open. The bun was stuck in her throat. I couldn't get up and down, and almost didn't get choked.

"Who knows, it's probably because of the summer vacation." Xiao Wang yawned, and hadn't recovered from playing games all night last night.

"Tsk tsk tsk, obviously you can be a lying rich second generation, but you have to come to the world to experience suffering, hey~" After a cup of coffee, I feel refreshed.

"Director Liu is cautious in his words and deeds, have you forgotten who was fired?" the girl with a high ponytail reminded kindly.

"Cut, prudish." Liu Qin couldn't understand her very much, she was always putting on a show every day, she might as well take care of herself if she had time to worry about others.It's obviously an entertainment company, and everyone who works here is glamorous, unlike her usual thick-soled glasses and long ponytail, she's just a country bumpkin who can't even paint.

Liu Qin gave her a contemptuous look, "Hey, I made this report today and sent it to me before I get off work at noon."

"Okay." The girl took over the task and began to work seriously, and Liu Qin walked away bored.

CEO's office

"Mr. Xiao Jiang, here are the documents that need to be signed this month." There was a thick stack of folders on the side of his hand.

Fortunately, Jiang Ling's wrist was only dislocated, and no bones were injured. It was inconvenient to operate with one hand, so Wen Yu opened a document and Jiang Ling signed a copy.

"Wait." Wen Yu paused while changing folders.

"What's the deal with this contract?" Jiang Ling clicked on the name of the company on the contract, but she didn't have the slightest impression of this company named "Tiancheng".

"This contract was brought by the public relations department." The public relations department is under the jurisdiction of Vice President Yang, and Wen Yu's implication is that this contract has been approved by Vice President Yang.

Jiang Ling looked at Yang Wei's signature and sneered, "Call me the people from the PR department."

Wen Yu said softly, "Okay."

After a while, the head of the public relations department knocked on the door of the office in a hurry, "Mr. Xiao Jiang, are you looking for me?" He was a little nervous as he had never been in the president's office.

"Please take a look at this contract." Jiang Ling threw the document to him, "'Tiansheng Entertainment' is neither a partner of the company, nor has it re-signed the subcontract agreement, and even the terms of the contract have not been clearly written, and there is a large blank Just let me sign it?"

"This..." The head of the public relations department was at a loss for words for a moment, and Jiang Lingsen's cold gaze made his heart tremble, "This contract was drawn up according to Vice President Yang's intention, and it was just an outsourcing of the artist's control and evaluation team... "

"That's all?" Jiang Ling sneered, "The control and commentary navy is outsourced, what else do you need from your public relations department?"

"Yang..." The head of the public relations department was a middle-aged man. He was pointed at his nose and said, his face was blue and red, and he was interrupted when he was about to explain.

"Which artist team is so easy?" Jiang Ling asked.

"Not sure." The minister's face was full of embarrassment.

After finishing speaking, there was a moment of silence, and even Secretary-General Wen's back was covered in cold sweat. She looked up and found that President Xiao Jiang's brows were twisted into twists.

"Go out, let Yang Wei come to me as soon as he arrives at the company." Jiang Ling waved her hand and let go of the head of the public relations department who asked him nothing.

"Okay." Wen Yu and the head of the public relations department closed the door with relief, and the latter let out a long sigh of relief.

Xiao Jiang today is as scary as ever.

Jiang Ling, who was sitting on the boss's chair, changed her serious look just now, and her expression was tangled.

【elder sister. ] After hesitating for a long time, the words in the dialog box were deleted repeatedly, and finally turned into two words.