Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Another group of people came to Zhang Yan's ward for rounds. Zhang Yan thought that Lin Feng was going to sit on a small stool at the door and take a nap again, but he didn't expect that he would walk in front this time.

"The wound of bed 62 has healed and the stitches can be removed. In the future, only two dressing changes will be needed."

As Lin Feng spoke, he unwound the bandage on Zhang Yan's leg and showed Director Shao and the dean Zhang Yan's wound.

The scars are long and thin, pink and tender, with some thread ends showing at both ends.

Director Shao also stepped forward to take a closer look and said, "Well, the stitches can be removed. After the stitches are removed, transfer to the rehabilitation department. You don't have to stay in the hospital, just go to the rehabilitation department for rehabilitation training every day."

The dean showed concern for the patient for more than ten minutes at the end.

"Mr. Zhang, you are indeed young and promising, strong and healthy, and your wounds are healing very quickly. Of course, this is also inseparable from the professional skills of our orthopedic medical staff. Director Shao has made great contributions in recent years.

I think Mr. Zhang has also seen that our hospital is very professional. This time... it is an honor for our hospital to cooperate with Changhong Group, and it is also the luck of those children. This is all the help of Changhong Group. With the help of Changhong Group, I believe that the skills of our medical staff can be greatly improved, and patients can get better treatment. "

Even without listening, Zhang Yan knew that the dean was just flattering him again and that he just wanted more donations for medical equipment.

"Director, I was able to remove the stitches so quickly because of the care and help from the doctors and nurses in the orthopedic department. Their skills are excellent. Of course, other departments also helped me a lot in my treatment. I still want to thank my attending physician and the ward doctor for their treatment and ubiquitous care, especially Dr. Lin Feng. He cares about the healing of my injuries every day and is also a great help to my psychological counseling."

Lin Feng was listening to the two people bragging about their business and started thinking about what to eat for lunch. Suddenly, Zhang Yan mentioned his name. It was like when he was absent from class and the teacher called on him to answer a question. He felt like his soul was leaving his body.

Lin Feng suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan was still talking to the dean, and the two seemed to be close friends who could talk for a lifetime.

It was Director Shao who interrupted the conversation. "Director, it's almost time. I have to go to the outpatient clinic. Xiaolin, you will be in charge of removing the stitches from bed 62. Everyone else should do what they are supposed to do."

Director Shao spoke, and everyone else quickly dispersed.

Only Lin Feng and the dean were left. Lin Feng also wanted to leave, but Director Shao asked him to remove Zhang Yan's stitches, so he couldn't leave.

When the dean saw that everyone had left, he just said a few polite words and went back to his office.

"Wait for me here. I'll take you to remove the stitches after I finish writing today's prescription." Lin Feng gave a few simple instructions and prepared to go back to work.

A day in the inpatient department starts with ward rounds, writing prescriptions and giving IV drips.

“Aren’t the stitches removed here?” In Zhang Yan’s opinion, stitches can be removed in the ward.

"Your stitches are a bit long. It will be more convenient to remove them in the dressing room."

Okay, whatever Doctor Lin said was what it was, and Zhang Yan did not refute it.

Sitting on the head of the bed, replying to work emails on his laptop.

When Zhang Yan was approving the administrative department's statistical table on the distribution of employee benefits during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he realized that the Mid-Autumn Festival had arrived and how could he have forgotten about it.

I picked up my phone and called Su Boding, "Ask the administrative department and the purchasing department if there are any Mid-Autumn Festival benefits given to employees or Mid-Autumn Festival gifts given to customers left over, and give a Mid-Autumn Festival gift to each medical staff in the orthopedic department. If there are no left over, purchase some immediately, send them to the hospital, and pay from my personal account."

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Although Zhang Yan did not say what gift to give, the company has always had strict grade standards, and you can just give it according to the standards of employee welfare. The company's welfare has always been among the best in the industry.

"Wait a minute, let's send some to the administrative leaders of the hospital as well." Zhang Yan suddenly thought of the dean who had been talking nonstop about business at his bedside that morning. He was afraid that the dean's saliva would spurt out.

"Also, buy some toys for the kids, forget about the food. The Mid-Autumn Festival benefits for the Pediatric Department should be the same as those for the Orthopedics Department. The Pediatric Department's benefits should be given in the name of that kid Zhang Lingbei."

"Boss, should the money from the pediatric department be kept in the company's account or in Zhang Lingbei's account?"

"Put it on my account." This can be considered as helping that brat to gain a good reputation.

I don’t know when Lin Feng came in, and he was smiling at Zhang Yan.

After Zhang Yan hung up the phone, he realized that there was an extra person in his ward. How come this person walked without making any sound?

Who is afraid of who? Zhang Yan also looked back with a smile.

After only ten seconds of staring at each other, Lin Feng moved first. He walked towards Zhang Yan step by step, looking at Zhang Yan intently.

"What? Is our God of Wealth willing to help again?"

It’s all Lin Feng’s fault. Zhang Yan’s nickname, the God of Wealth, has spread throughout the hospital.

"Yes, I am influenced by the angels in white every day, so I can't fall behind. I also need to do a good job in logistics support. You call me the God of Wealth, so I have to do some good deeds to distribute wealth and accumulate blessings. I can't let Dr. Lin down..."

Lin Feng pulled the curtain shut at once, bent down, held Zhang Yan's shoulders, and leaned closer to him and said, "Really? How come I didn't know that I was so important in Mr. Zhang's heart?"

The distance between the two people was such that they could have used a different angle to film the kissing scene. From a distance, it looked like Raymond Lam was holding Zhang Yan in his arms. In fact, it was just Raymond Lam helping Zhang Yan sit upright on the bed.

Zhang Yan looked up and said, "It is not too much to repay the favor of saving my life with my own body, let alone money and other trivial things."

The hot air exhaled from the mouth sprayed on Lin Feng's swan neck, making Lin Feng's ears turn red all of a sudden.

"I'll go get something." Leaving behind this incoherent sentence, Lin Feng crawled out from behind the curtain and fled.

Back in the office, Lin Feng still felt hot. They said the temperature had dropped, so why was it still so hot today? He drank a large glass of iced Americano to calm the heat in his heart.

Lin Feng went to the dressing room and pushed the trolley containing iodine, scissors and other items to Zhang Yan's ward, and knocked on the door symbolically.

"Come in." The voice was not as clear as usual, and contained some emotions that were not there before.

For some reason, Lin Feng closed the door of the ward, lifted the curtain beside the bed, and pushed the cart to the bedside.

Zhang Yan did not say anything either, but watched quietly as Lin Feng carried out a series of preparations in an orderly manner.

Lin Feng lifted the quilt and saw a pair of beautifully muscular legs. It was obvious that he was a person who exercised all year round, and his muscles were not the result of drinking protein powder in the gym. He even had a pair of white mid-calf socks on his feet.

"Why did you take off your pants?"