nucmednet Chapter 127 I heard you like the vegetable basket
Chapter 127 I heard you like the vegetable basket
Fu Ruoshi will do anything to achieve his goal. As long as he can publish Wen Zhixia's article and remove Mao Qianqian's article, what's the harm in sacrificing his reputation?
So he readily agreed.
Although Song Ailing has a harsh and extreme personality, she is very reliable and solved the problem in just a few hours.
The other party agreed to withdraw the manuscript and also agreed to commission an article specifically for Wen Zhixia.
Song Ailing: [Please add Tang Lingling’s WeChat]
Fu Ruoshi: [My WeChat is broken]
Song Ailing: [Then you go pick her up]
Fu Ruoshi: [My tire exploded]
???
I knew he would default on his debt!!!
Song Ailing felt that sooner or later he would get cirrhosis of the liver due to anger.
She still sent an address, which was Jiuzhou Wanghai Tower under the Fu family's name.
Fu Ruoshi replied with an OK without comment, then finished the documents at hand and returned to the villa.
He frantically searched for Wen Zhixia's previous papers in the trash can of his computer.
As I flipped through the pages, the bitterness in my heart kept surging.
Wen Zhixia could revise a manuscript dozens of times. Fu Ruoshi looked at the countless file names in her recycle bin: Final Draft 1, Final Draft 2... Final Draft 31... Never Write Again 1... Never Write Again 51...
He couldn't imagine that if the paper he had worked so hard on was plagiarized by someone, he would probably kill that person and his entire family.
He couldn't imagine how many brain cells she would die and how many times she would collapse for a piece of data.
Once, when faced with her working through the night revising manuscripts, he would only scoff and say, "You work yourself to death for 6,500 yuan a month. You might as well learn how to trade stocks from me."
At this moment, Fu Ruoshi, feeling guilty, read all of Wen Zhixia's drafts, compiled a file name and sent it to Liu Zhen:
[Send it to the journal's management, asking them to arrange a new manuscript with her, the one that was recently censored.]
Meanwhile, the burn unit remains as busy as yesterday.
Wen Zhixia had just finished changing the dressings for a group of patients in Fu Ying Park, and then attended two consultations. When she came out of the ward, she was so tired that she almost fell asleep while walking.
Before noon, Fu's delivered meals to the injured employees. Every medical staff in the burn department got a share, except Wen Zhixia. She gave her share to Director Wu and Xiaoya, and then ran to the cafeteria to get food.
Just as she reached the corridor, Nan Kaijie passed by her side and saw that her feet were still a little shaky when she walked. He supported her on the back and said, "Be careful, don't fall."
His voice was cold and magnetic, with a touch of medical caution, which made people sober up unconsciously after hearing it.
"Oh, Director Nan," Wen Zhixia woke up a little after hearing this, "I'm sorry, thank you."
Nan Kaijie looked at her sleepy face and thought she was silly, so he laughed out loud for the first time in his life.
This was the first time Wen Zhixia saw Nan Kaijie smile like this since she met him.
Unlike the polite smile before, this uncontrollable laughter came from the heart, which surprised her a little.
"Are you tired?" Nan Kaijie asked.
Wen Zhixia shook her head. "I'm fine. The patients are all in relatively stable condition. Thank you for bringing people here to help."
"No need to thank me. I have something to ask you, too." Nan Kaijie felt very distressed when he saw that she was so tired that she could hardly open her eyes, but she was still trying to be brave. "I have a new idea about the clinical data on metacarpal joint burns and repair. If you don't have the night shift tonight, let's have dinner and talk about it."
"Of course," Wen Zhixia nodded and said, "You treated me last time, this time it's my turn."
Nan Kaijie refused, "For the person I want to communicate with, I will invite her five times. If we still get along well after five times, then you can invite her from the sixth time onwards. I will never refuse."
Wen Zhixia didn't want to be ungrateful, but she also didn't want to refuse her senior's invitation, especially since the other party only wanted to discuss professional issues.
"Okay, Director Nan," she nodded, "where should we go to eat?"
Nan Kaijie said, "I'll pick you up after get off work. Don't worry about it, just follow me."
The busy day ended quickly.
In the evening, the lights on the coastal avenue come on, high-end restaurants are lined up, and luxury cars are countless.
A silver G-Class was parked in front of the entrance of Jiuzhou Wanghai Tower.
"Brother Ruoshi!"
As soon as he got out of the car, Tang Lingling arrived in her pink BMW.
She has round eyes and a baby face. She is wearing a lavender cardigan and a moon-white long skirt. She looks delicate, pure and sexy.
When she met Fu Ruo for the first time, although she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster when she saw him in person.
He was so eye-catching, with a slender waist and long legs, a relaxed posture, lazy eyes, and every move he made was full of the aura of a young master from a noble family.
Today he was wearing a gray trench coat with a stand-up collar in the style of a Zhongshan suit. The hem was accordion-pleated and there was an arrow-feather-shaped pin on the collar. Combined with his slender figure and noble temperament, it was impossible to look away from him.
After entering the box, Fu Ruoshi handed the Hermès to Tang Lingling.
Tang Lingling's eyes suddenly lit up. She took the bag, opened it and saw that it was still her favorite color.
"Brother Ruoshi, how did you know today is my birthday and that I like Picotin Lock?"
Fu Ruoshi held up his face and kept looking at his phone. "I don't know. Song Ailing told me to buy you a vegetable basket. Oh, it turns out it's called picotin."
He pretended to be absent-minded and even belittled Tang Lingling's favorite bag, but Tang Lingling just thought he was too straight and didn't know how to say polite words. Besides, the moment she saw his face, she could forgive everything about him.
"Thank you, Brother Ruoshi," she said with a smile, "Thank you for celebrating my birthday."
"Song Ailing asked me to come. I didn't know your birthday," Fu Ruoshi showed his phone screen and pointed at Wen Zhixia's photo. "I'm married and have a woman."
Tang Lingling glanced at the photo and said indifferently, "Brother Ruoshi, I don't mind. As long as you love me when you are with me, that's fine."
Fu Ruoshi curled his lips and thought to himself, if you don't take any of the two steps I've given you, then I'll take them first.
Song Ailing asked him to come for a blind date, but she didn't make it a success, so he had given gifts and treated guests, and his mission was accomplished.
Moreover, the magazine has already agreed to use Wen Zhixia's manuscript. Based on Fu Ruoshi's understanding of his mother, Song Ailing would not be so idle as to ask the journal to withdraw Wen Zhixia's manuscript.
"Come closer, I want to discuss something with you." Fu Ruoshi moved closer to Tang Lingling, "Promise me first that you won't tell anyone else."
He stared at Tang Lingling with a half-smile in his eyes, which were deep and sparkling under the light.
Tang Lingling couldn't stand such a test at all. She agreed repeatedly and leaned forward.
"It's working hours in the US now. I have to go back to CBD." Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes full of energy. "If Song Ailing asks you, just say you don't like me. You can order whatever you want here. If you eat my food, you are not allowed to betray me, otherwise you will bear the consequences. Goodbye, sweety."
After saying that, he left the restaurant like a gust of wind under Tang Lingling's astonished gaze.
Only the faint scent of soap remained in the air.
At the same time, Wen Zhixia and Nan Kaijie stopped at the door of a Western restaurant in CBD.
After entering the restaurant, Nan Kaijie once again found a seat by the corner, just like his habit the last time he went to the Yunnan restaurant.
This time, Wen Zhixia couldn't help but ask her, "Director Nan, do you also like to sit in the corner by the window?"