Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

The Wu family moved quickly. When Song Qingzhu took Song Yaoguang's hair for a paternity test, those hot searches had already been withdrawn.

The number one hot search has become Song Shiyu and Wu Yipeng's announcement of their relationship.

Song Qingzhu looked at the phone with a smile on his lips. Song Shiyu's decision was beyond her expectations, but it was within her expectations.

The current situation of the Song family can only survive by relying on the Wu family, and Song Yaoguang can only rely on the exposure of Song Shiyu if he wants to climb up to the Wu family.

It's just that according to Song Shiyu's personality, Wu Yipeng may not be liked, but he will look better in the future.

When Song Qingzhu went back to Shen Xiyan's residence, the hospital office sent a message.

Tomorrow, the hospital will select a group of excellent doctors to send them to the countryside, which can be regarded as a kind of experience for doctors.

Song Qingzhu pondered for a while, and reported his name.

Because of Rong Jingchen's bad stomach, the atmosphere between her and Rong Junchu has always been very strange, and Rong Jingchen kept inviting her back, she was also quite troubled, this time it gave her a good excuse to escape, Moreover, she would choose a period of time every year to go out for training when she was abroad.

The paternity test results should come out when she goes to the countryside. If she is really not Song Yaoguang's daughter, then who is she?
Song Qingzhu pinched the center of her brows because of a headache. In her heart, she didn't want her father to be like this, but if it really became a fact, what should she do...

Just as Song Qingzhu was thinking, the hospital group had already announced the list.

Seeing that his name was listed, Song Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Early the next morning, Song Qingzhu packed his things and went to the hospital.

Because it was an activity organized by the hospital, Song Qingzhu had to go to the countryside with the hospital bus.

The location this time is a small village three hours away from Linchuan City. The medical conditions in the village are relatively backward, and there are many middle-aged and elderly people staying in the village, so many patients cannot receive good treatment.

Song Qingzhu greeted his colleagues and got on the bus.

Plug in the earphones, open Weibo habitually, the top search has become a live interview of Song Shiyu and Wu Yipeng announcing their relationship.

During the interview, Song Shiyu returned to her former beauty, and Wu Yipeng put his arms around her shoulders, with love in his eyes.

"Then, Ms. Song, do you and Mr. Wu Yipeng plan to get married when?"

"I don't plan to get married in the past two years. After all, I still have to put my career first, and my boyfriend also needs to take over the family business first, so it will be good for us in the future." Song Shiyu smiled sweetly, eyes full of happiness.

"Miss Song, if it wasn't for the exposure of the photos these days, wouldn't you plan to announce your relationship? How did you and Mr. Wu meet?"

Hearing this, Song Shiyu's face was slightly unwell, and the manager next to him had already pushed the reporter away.

Song Qingzhu turned off the video, and she couldn't be more clear about the purpose of Song Shiyu not planning to get married in the past two years.

Wu Hui and Song Yaoguang are of the same kind. If the Song family were to fall, it would be impossible for Wu Hui to allow his son to marry a woman who would not be of any help to his family business.

Unless... Song Shiyu can become popular in the entertainment industry, then the Wu family may still be able to accept her.

The corners of Song Qingzhu's lips hooked slightly, what happened to Song Shiyu has nothing to do with her, as long as she doesn't come to provoke her in the future.

Song Qingzhu turned his gaze out of the car window. The car had already driven on a remote road, and the eyes were full of greenery. Such an environment made people feel much more comfortable.

"Director Song, I heard that your sister married to the Wu family?" A female nurse approached Song Qingzhu curiously and asked.

Hearing this, Song Qingzhu took off the earphones and replied, "I guess so, I just came back from abroad, so I don't know much about her."

The female nurse was a little disappointed, and gave up the idea of ​​asking for gossip from Song Qingzhu.

The air in the bus was not circulating, and Song Qingzhu was a little motion sick, so he put on his earphones and closed his eyes for a short nap, before falling asleep.

When he woke up again, the car had stopped.

"Everyone get out of the car, I will pick you up here in half a month and go back to the city." The driver shouted.

Song Qingzhu thanked him and got out of the car with his luggage.

The village is bigger than expected. There is only a small health center in the whole village, but the surrounding environment is very good.

It is not close to Linchuan City, so many emergency patients cannot receive timely treatment.In addition, some elderly people feel bad about money, so they will not go to a big hospital even if they are sick.

Song Qingzhu walked in after them.

The health center is very small, and the facilities are relatively old. The only thing that is gratifying is that the sanitary conditions are not bad.

As soon as he walked in, he heard an urgent cry, "Doctor! Where is the doctor, someone cut off his finger here!"

Song Qingzhu's heart skipped a beat, he instinctively put down the luggage in his hand, and rushed to the front with a stride.

"Where is the patient?"

The one who shouted was a young man, seeing Song Qingzhu's ordinary attire, he questioned, "Are you a doctor?"

Song Qingzhu glanced at the middle-aged woman next to him, stepped forward to check her injury, "I'm a surgeon from Linchuan City, how did her finger hurt?"

Hearing this, the man quickly replied, "I was cut by a cutting machine while working in a nearby factory."

"Doctor, can my mother save her finger?" the young man asked anxiously.

Song Qingzhu glanced at the wrapped fingers. The bones were broken, leaving only a layer of skin connecting the two fingers, and the wound was covered with dust.

She frowned, "I can only do my best, now hurry up and come to the operating room with a few people, prepare all the disinfection supplies and equipment, and come and take my aunt to take an X-ray."

Song Qingzhu ordered in an orderly manner, and then told the boy, "Be mentally prepared, you may not be able to keep it, and it is very likely that you need to cut off a little bit."

"The anesthetist is ready, come into the operating room with me!"

While talking, Song Qingzhu asked someone to bring a push bed, and he was quickly pushed into the operating room.

In addition to the people from Linchuan City who followed Song Qingzhu, there were also a few local nurses from the hospital, who couldn't help frowning when they saw this man.

"Is this something that can't be picked up anymore?"

Song Qingzhu had already changed into the surgical gown, and said sharply, "We must do our best."

The nurse who came down with Song Qingzhu comforted softly, "Auntie, don't worry, this is the best doctor in our department, just close your eyes and rest for a while."

I don't know how much time has passed, the conditions in the hospital are far worse than those in the city, and Song Qingzhu's hair is already covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Director Song, can you still pick me up?"

Song Qingzhu was wiped off her sweat once. This was her first operation since returning to China. She was inevitably a little nervous, but her face remained calm. She focused on the wound, and kept moving her hands

"Okay, give me a little more time."