Rebirth Era: After the Beautiful Sister-in-law Refuses to Open Business

Qin Yanzheng bent down and picked up Erbao. Seeing that Dabao was being led by Xiaowu and standing there without moving, he took two steps forward to Dabao.

Then he squatted down, hugged the second child with one hand, and asked the first child: "Don't you want daddy to hug you?"

Dabao's bright black eyes clearly showed "I want to", but he shook his head and said in a baby voice, "Daddy is tired."

Then, the little guy turned his gaze to Song Lan: "Mom, come in and sit down!"

Pulling his little hand out from his uncle Xiaowu's palm, Dabao walked towards Song Lan with his short legs and stretched out his hand: "Dabao, hold mommy's hand!"

Song Lan's eyes were filled with tenderness and smiles: "Okay, our Dabao will lead mom into the house."

Dabao grabbed one of her fingers and said in his cute little voice, "Grandma and Grandma Liu are cooking."

"Mom knows!"

Song Lan responded with a smile.

Qin Yanzheng was walking in front, holding Erbao, Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, followed by Yang Fan and Qin Yaxin. As for Song Lan and Dabao, the mother and daughter were walking slowly.

Well, Song Lan took small steps forward in order to match the pace of Haodaer.

……

Time passed, and in just a month, everyone in the hospital knew about Song Lan's excellent medical skills. Even other hospitals in Beijing were spreading the word that Song Lan was an expert in both Chinese and Western medicine.

This is because the admission rate of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the hospital where Song Lan is currently working has increased significantly, and Song Lan has performed two high-difficulty operations in the past month.

It was not that Dean Su arranged for Song Lan to perform surgery on a certain patient, nor was it that other surgeons needed Song Lan's help. It was that two of the patients Song Lan saw needed surgery to achieve a complete cure.

To be more precise, it was the combination of Chinese and Western medicine that helped the two patients recover their health.

In this way, two operations with relatively high coefficients of difficulty were successfully completed by Song Lan himself. In addition, Song Lan was in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and his pulse diagnosis and medication were accurate. His acupuncture and moxibustion had good effects, and he cured many patients.

As a result, the patients and their families who were cured by Song Lan spread the word, and Song Lan's reputation quickly spread throughout Beijing.

In fact, this is not dissimilar to the way Song Lan's reputation as a "miracle doctor" spread step by step when he was working at the Red Star Machinery Factory Staff Hospital.

"The one in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is now the hallmark of our hospital!"

The person who spoke was a female doctor named Zhang Ting, who looked to be in her early thirties. Her expression was difficult to discern, and she seemed to be speaking casually to two colleagues who were dining at the same table with her.

"Doctor Song looks younger than all of us. I don't know what's wrong with her brain. She has such an astonishing grasp of both Chinese and Western medicine. Has she been studying medicine since she was a child?"

Another female doctor named Zhao Pan spoke up, her eyes full of envy and admiration.

"Dr. Zhao, are you praising that person too much?"

Yao Qingwan said with contempt in her tone: "In my opinion, her medical skills are just so-so."

Zhang Ting and Zhao Pan were both shocked when they heard this. After a moment, Zhang Ting asked Yao Qingwan, "Doctor Yao have any grudges with Doctor Song?"

"What can I have against her?!"

Yao Qingwan would never admit that she regarded Song Lan as a stumbling block in her love life and wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Zhang Ting and Zhao Pan obviously didn't believe it.

"Speaking of Dr. Song, Dr. Yao, your tone is not very good."

Zhao Pan said casually.

"Look at what you are saying, Doctor Zhao. I am not familiar with Doctor Song from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and we have no grudges against each other.

But you made me sound like an enemy. If this gets out in our hospital, how will everyone view me?"

Yao Qingwan's face was slightly cold, and her words were full of sarcasm, not giving Zhao Pan any face at all.

"Dr. Yao, could it be that you misunderstood what I said?"

Zhao Pan asked.

"Is it that I misunderstood Dr. Zhao, or is it that Dr. Zhao deliberately slandered me? I think Dr. Zhao knows it clearly."

Yao Qingwan said as she stood up, carrying her plate and prepared to leave: "I'm done, enjoy your meal!"

Looking at her leaving Beijing Film Academy, Zhao Pan's face turned bad: "You have all the problems of a young lady. Who are you turning your face to? Am I wrong?"

Zhang Ting lowered her voice and said, "I'm afraid Doctor Yao is taking his anger out on you."

"Take it out on me?"

Zhao Pan was puzzled.

"You should know that Dr. Yao has been pursuing Dr. Mu for the past few years, but Dr. Mu doesn't seem to have any intention of developing a relationship with her. Dr. Yao is naturally uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Mu is very close to Dr. Song. In this situation, how can she remain calm? And it is normal for you to be angry with Dr. Song for praising him like that just now."

After listening to Zhang Ting's analysis, Zhao Pan felt that Yao Qingwan was ill. She said, "Dr. Zhang, didn't you also praise Dr. Song?"

"I……"

Zhang Ting's face turned slightly red. She was praising Dr. Song, but her words contained more of a sense of dissatisfaction.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ting said, "Although I was praising Dr. Song, that statement was quite common."

Zhao Pan understood what Zhang Ting meant. She was also praising Dr. Song from the bottom of her heart, and her tone was full of envy and admiration.

The person in front of him, the one that Doctor Zhang praised Doctor Song for, was indeed a bit ordinary, so Yao Qingwan didn't take it seriously.

In other words, this was the reason why Yao Qingwan turned her down.

Zhao Pan collected her thoughts but still had doubts in her heart. She said, "Doctor Mu and Doctor Song are close, what's wrong with that?

Dr. Song is married and pregnant, and Dr. Mu is a good person. Could it be that Dr. Yao thinks there is a shameful relationship between Dr. Mu and Dr. Song?"

If this is true, I am seriously ill!

"We are both women. Don't you know the word 'jealousy'?"

Zhang Ting said: "Dr. Yao is very likely jealous of Dr. Song. Just now during the meal, he heard you praising Dr. Song like that..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

However, Zhao Pan understood what she meant, and it would be strange if he didn't vent his anger on her.

"I praise Dr. Song because she deserves my sincere praise. If she feels uncomfortable, that's her business. Is it necessary for her to vent her anger on me?"

With a cold snort, Zhao Pan continued, "Anyone with a discerning eye should know that if Dr. Mu wanted to be with her, why would she have pursued him until now without any results?!"

There is no doubt that the "she" Zhao Pan mentioned is Yao Qingwan.

"It's fine if we just keep this in mind, but don't mention it out loud."

Zhang Ting warned Zhao Pan.

"There's nothing wrong with my brain."

Zhao Pan said in a bad tone: "From now on, I will not sit at the same table with her for dinner."

Zhang Ting didn't respond. She and Zhao Pan were both internal medicine doctors, but she was in the respiratory department and Zhao Pan was in the neurology department. They were familiar with Yao Qingwan, the surgeon.

This was because the three of them often sat at the same table when eating in the cafeteria.

After a long time, we talk more to each other and our relationship naturally becomes closer than that of ordinary colleagues.

But then again, Zhang Ting actually didn't like being with Yao Qingwan. This was because Yao Qingwan had a cold, arrogant and lofty personality, as if everyone had to bow down to her.

But since Yao Qingwan has a background, Zhang Ting wanted to get closer to her, maybe she would need something from her someday.