The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Qiao Huihe looked at her a little deeper.

Finally raised her hand to let her out.

Shui Anluo did not go to lunch, but went directly to the office to arrange the case.

In the autumn afternoon, the sun just hit her desk. Shui Anluo didn't have a computer. She held a cell phone in one hand to check the information, and wrote information about the disease on the scratch paper.

In the large office, Chu Cuiyi was standing by the window and watching the cars and horses underneath. He had been unable to call Shui Anluo, and did not send her a message.

He thought it might be more direct to show her the showdown.

He was fed up with such an emotion that he could not control, and he gave her all his cares, but he was more domineering, and he wanted all her cares.

"Shui Anluo, in this world, you dare to ignore me this way, you are the first." Chu Cuiyi said in a low voice, but with helplessness in listening.

The sunlight moved from the tabletop to the ground, and three full pages had been recorded on the papyrus spread on the table.

A bottle of yogurt suddenly appeared in front of her, Shui Anluo suddenly looked up, looking at the man who didn't know when to stand in front of himself, "brother?"

Why is he still there?

"In the case, write clearly all the symptoms of the patient, not those you checked. I observed in the morning that the child's performance was very obvious. It belonged to general discomfort. He did not experience fainting and showed no pain in his body. But he had a fever, so it was certain that he didn't know where he was uncomfortable, and his temper was so irritable. "

What did Shui Anluo want to say, but when she heard Mo Luyu's words, she silently bowed her head and recorded that the brother had come to help herself, but she wanted to say something to drive him away?

"And one thing is true of your analysis. The child is in the shape of overeating, and his family is also grumpy. Therefore, this child is basically unhelpful." Mo Luyi said without sympathy.

Shui Anluo heard Mo Luyu's words and looked up at Mo Luyu. "That—"

"Luoluo, all you have to do is write down the case, performance, behavior, inspection report, results presented by the report, and, your own suggestion, this is enough." Mo Luyi said, looking down. Looking at the yogurt on the table, "Drink and write, I'll go first."

Mo Lu walked away quickly, without mentioning anything at noon, as if the text message was not sent by him at all, he came, just to help Shui Anluo write a satisfactory answer.

Shui Anluo watched the back of him leaving, and the yogurt on the table, his lips pressed tightly, and finally he gently reached out and took it.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shui'an presented the case report and stood at Qiao Huihe's table waiting for her to speak.

The case was written in two pages. The doctor's font of Shui'anluo was not good, but it was written in the usual typeface. At first glance, it was beautiful.

After looking at Qiao Huihe, there was a flash of appreciation in her eyes, just like the last report, except that the praise was quickly taken back, but she dropped the medical record folder on the table and looked up at Shui Anluo: Are you going to take your typeface out and display it so that people will know how good your type is? "

Doctor font, this is a type that nobody can understand except doctors and nurses.

Shui Anluo learned it, but she can't write it now.

"I will practice hard." Shui Anluo did not expect that she would find this place wrong, but at least not in terms of content, she should be happy.