nucmednet Chapter 121 It turns out that Mr. Fu likes this style!
Chapter 121 It turns out that Mr. Fu likes this style!
While Zhao Xiaoning and the doorman were acting arrogantly, Wen Zhixia had already ordered the dishes, set out the tea, and was waiting for Mao Feng and the others to arrive.
Soon, there was a knock on the door.
Mao Feng, Mao Qianqian, and a few unfamiliar middle-aged men who looked like leaders entered the box one after another.
"Hello, Dean Mao." Wen Zhixia was very polite. "Hello, leaders."
Mao Qianqian pretended to be enthusiastic and introduced, "This is Dr. Wen from our burn department. He's very gentle and easy to talk to."
What she meant was that Wen Zhixia was easy to bully, and she hinted that the boss could get Wen Zhixia to drink more.
Mao Feng introduced them with a smile, "Come on, Xiao Wen, let me introduce you. This is Director Qu from the Second Hospital, this is Teacher Zhang from Jinxin Medical, this is Secretary Yang from the Health Commission, and this is his secretary, Xiao Fang."
"Hello, Dean Qu, hello, Teacher Zhang." Wen Zhixia shook hands with them one by one. "Hello, Secretary Yang, hello, Manager Fang."
She wore a black and white long dress tonight, paired with a pair of lotus pink Salvatore Ferragamo shoes. Her hair was simply tied in a ponytail behind her ears. She looked elegant and well-rounded.
"This Doctor Wen is truly talented and beautiful." Qu Chaojie, standing by, sized her up. "How old is she? Is she married?"
Wen Zhixia politely replied, "25."
"Our Xiao Wen is very popular," Mao Feng said politely, "If there are any young talents in Quyuan, please introduce them to Xiao Wen."
In fact, Mao Feng set up this game today for Mao Qianqian.
Mao Qianqian doesn't want to work in the burn department anymore and wants Mao Feng to find her another job. Mao Feng knows that she has no ability or accomplishments and just wants to get by at work, so he plans to contact some leaders of other hospitals in Jincheng for her to see if there is any vacant position for her.
The problem is that Mao Qianqian is too unpresentable. Not only is she bad at business, but she is also not good-looking. So she asked Wen Zhixia, who is of the same age and level as her and is an outstanding person in all aspects, to accompany her so that she would not be too embarrassed.
The dishes arrived and the dinner officially began.
Mao Feng first discussed the cooperation between the Affiliated Hospital and Jinxin Medical, then exchanged views on several hot issues in the academic community recently, and finally got down to business, asking several bigwigs to guide Mao Qianqian and give her some guidance.
However, Mao Qianqian knew nothing about anything, and the bosses soon became disappointed in her and began to toast Wen Zhixia.
After a round of drinking, Qu Chaojie walked up to Wen Zhixia drunkenly.
"Dr. Wen, I have to toast you. Actually, we have met before."
He burped, and the smell of alcohol from his mouth sprayed onto Wen Zhixia's face.
"Qu Yuan, this is our first meeting, right?" Wen Zhixia said calmly.
Qu Chaojie said, half drunkenly, "It's like seeing you in person. I've read your paper in a magazine. I didn't expect that you are not only so well-educated, but also so beautiful. You really live up to your name, with a face as beautiful as a spring breeze, as gorgeous as a peach blossom, and a waist as slender as a willow..."
As he spoke, he burped again, but his hands became even more restless. Seeing that Wen Zhixia was holding the wine glass motionless, he reached out and put his arm around her waist, trying to pull her towards him.
Wen Zhixia shuddered and stepped back hurriedly, but Qu Chaojie pulled her back.
"Mao...Mao Yuan," he said vaguely, "I'll have your Xiao Wen accompany me for three drinks. I'll...I'll help you...hiccup...find your nephew's job."
Without waiting for Dean Mao to say anything, Wen Zhixia pushed Qu Chaojie away.
Qu Chaojie was caught off guard and the wine in the glass spilled on him, and his face turned pale on the spot.
"Dean Qu, you've had too much to drink." Wen Zhixia said coldly, "Why don't you go home and rest."
Qu Chaojie was used to being a tyrant, and when a little girl gave him the cold shoulder, he got drunk and lost his temper. "Director Mao! What do you mean? Does your niece not want to work anymore?"
Wen Zhixia finally understood the purpose of this drinking party.
Anger welled up in me.
Not only was she disgusted by Mao Qianqian every day, but now she had to accompany her for drinking and was being molested by a man who looked older than her grandfather.
What can be endured and what cannot be endured.
With a snap, Wen Zhixia put down the cup and turned away.
Qu Chaojie had never treated a young person so coldly before. He was so angry that he reached out to grab Wen Zhixia's clothes.
However, his eyes were blurry due to old age, and he grabbed Wen Zhixia's hair and dragged her backwards.
Wen Zhixia was caught off guard and stumbled backwards. Before she could react, she was dragged to the ground by Qu Chaojie.
She sprained her ankle.
"Hiss..." Wen Zhixia's face turned pale with pain, and tears began to flow.
Now, Mao Feng was also panicked.
"No, no, no, everyone, don't fight." He quickly said, "Let's talk it over! We're all family! Xixi, why don't you join Qu Yuan for a drink!"
"Who's talking to your own people!" Qu Chaojie pushed Mao Feng away with his backhand. "Your niece is so ugly and dumb, all she does is eat! If it weren't for me, she wouldn't be able to sell her beauty!"
Mao Qianqian was humiliated in public and her face turned red.
She only dared to bully those who were lower in rank than her. Facing authority and big men, even with her background, Mao Qianqian still felt fear instinctively. Even if Qu Chaojie humiliated her like this, she would only shed tears and dare not say a word.
"Qu Chaojie, you...you!" Mao Feng was so angry that he was incoherent. "What are you talking about? Are you drunk?"
Qu Chaojie pushed him away and said, "Mao Feng, is this how you ask for help?"
Mao Feng was too short, and when Qu Chaojie pushed him, he dodged but was hit on the head.
There was a snap.
It doesn't hurt, but it's embarrassing.
The whole box was silent.
"What are you doing!" Mao Feng also pushed Qu Chaojie, "The girl doesn't like you! Why are you throwing tantrums at me?"
Qu Chaojie: "You old man, how dare you yell at me? I'm a deputy department-level cadre!"
"You called me old? You're ten years older than me!"
"You're just an old thing!"
Mao Feng was so angry that he threw the wine on Qu Chaojie's face and said, "You are old and you deserve to die!"
Two old leaders who were over fifty years old and highly respected actually started fighting in public.
At this time, the waiters outside the box were all sticking their heads out and starting to call for security.
At the same time, Zhao Xiaoning was walking towards the corridor surrounded by a group of managers and waiters.
"Mr. Zhao, please come this way."
Not long ago, the entire hotel went to great lengths to reserve a private room for him, and was now taking him there.
"This Fu Ruoshi's hotel is not that great!" Zhao Xiaoning shouted loudly, finding fault as he walked, the fat on his belly swinging with the rhythm of his walk.
In the box, seeing Mao Feng and Qu Chaojie overturning the table, Wen Zhixia took advantage of the chaos, quickly rubbed her ankle, and like a little mouse, avoided everyone's sight, slipped out of the box, and fled into the corridor.
As she ran, she looked back, afraid that Qu Chaojie would catch up with her and pull her hair again.
Suddenly, he bumped into a mountain of meat.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she turned away, "I'm sorry I..."
She turned around and saw Zhao Xiaoning, with a face full of flesh, with his arms outstretched and a lewd smile on his face.
"Hey? You know me???!!!"
The moment he saw Wen Zhixia, Zhao Xiaoning's eyes lit up.
She was wearing light makeup tonight, her face flushed from drinking some wine, and her hair slightly messy, but she looked more charming than when she was wearing a white coat. She was holding a shoe in her hand, and with her panicked look, she looked like a princess in distress.
"Doctor Xiao Wen, don't you recognize me?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Wen Zhixia's arm and said, "It's better to be lucky than to be early. Come have a couple of drinks with me, brother. I happen to be alone."
The waiters and managers on both sides were so scared that their legs went limp.
He was pulling the boss’s wife!
While Wen Zhixia was struggling, she recognized Zhao Xiaoning, the man she had asked to get prescription medicine from in the hospital last time.
"You, let me go." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the box passively. "I don't know you, let go!"
The hotel manager hurriedly tried to stop him, "Mr. Zhao, please let go. This is Mr. Fu's..."
"Your boss Fu's girlfriend!" Zhao Xiaoning grabbed Wen Zhixia's wrist roughly. "I know! I just like his girlfriend! I just want his girlfriend to drink with me! If you're not convinced, tell him to come and ask me for her in person!"
On this side, Mao Feng, Qu Chaojie and others heard the noise and came out to see what was happening.
However, when the men saw Zhao Xiaoning, with a ferocious face and a fierce look, pulling Wen Zhixia, they stared blankly and no one dared to persuade him.
"You're the bitch!" Wen Zhixia wasn't a pushover. She struggled angrily, "Your whole family are bitches!"
The innocent and gentle girl suddenly started cursing. Zhao Xiaoning cursed and sneered, "What a shrew! Damn it, so Master Fu likes this style?"
He stopped and suddenly stretched out his mouth like a pig, "I like it too!!!"
He was about to kiss Wen Zhixia on the face——
Wen Zhixia's eyes went dark and she was about to vomit.
A water dispenser bucket took off into the air and flew straight towards Zhao Xiaoning.
Bang!
The bucket was full of water, and with strong arm strength and anger, Zhao Xiaoning was knocked to the ground before he could react.
"Cough cough cough!!!" He felt like his eyeballs were about to pop out!
“Fuck! Who! Who the fuck hit me!!!”
"Zhao Xiaoning!!!"
Fu Ruoshi stepped out of the elevator with a deafening roar, his right hand still in the posture of swinging the bucket. "Damn it! How dare you act so recklessly in my territory! Do you think I'm dead?!"