Oh my god! Why is the boss such a clingy person?

On a winter morning, before dawn, everything was asleep. The familiar sound of the alarm clock woke Zhou Cheng up from his dream. He closed his eyes and stretched his hand out of the warm quilt with difficulty, fumbling to find his phone. After pressing a few buttons, the unchanging and annoying alarm clock stopped. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them with difficulty and looked at his phone. Fortunately, only 2 minutes had passed.

Every day he would have different, strange, and exhausting dreams. In the chaotic moment from dream to reality, he could still remember some of the plots, but when he was fully awake, these dreams would quickly dissipate like smoke, leaving no trace.

It was still dark outside. Zhou Cheng dragged his tired body out of bed, washed up, and put the instant porridge in the microwave before he sobered up a little. There were many new messages in the department group.

Looking at the vital signs of the three new patients sent by the nurse, he sighed that this night was busy enough for Lao Yang. Then he began to deduce the patient's diagnosis based on the vital signs. After all the deductions, breakfast was finished. For him, breakfast is just to fill his stomach. It doesn't matter what you eat, just fill your stomach quickly.

After putting on a thick and warm down jacket, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a typical office worker, with dull eyes and expressionless face. After four years of clinical experience, the high-spirited young man was gone.

Taking the elevator to the underground parking lot, Zhou Cheng shrank his neck slightly and got into the car quickly. It had snowed a few days ago, making the already cold winter even more unbearable. Although he left for work very early every day, he had to pass a middle school and two elementary schools on the way to the hospital. Unless he left at 6 o'clock, the road would always be blocked. While waiting for the red light, he looked at the high school students who went to school with the same expressionless face as him, and began to despair of the world again.

Zhou Cheng has always been a typical child from childhood to adulthood. Everything went according to plan. He served as a study committee member from elementary school to high school. He was admitted to the seven-year clinical medicine program of Mincheng Medical University, which was very popular at the time. He received scholarships every year during college. When he was studying for his master's degree, he went straight to the director of the hepatobiliary surgery department of the First Affiliated Hospital. Now he has been working for a year after graduating from his doctorate. But no one cares about his true feelings. His mission is to serve others. His inner world can no longer be described as barren, it is simply a wasteland.

Zhou Cheng honked the horn several times. The driver of the car in front of him didn't know what he was doing. He didn't move at all when the light turned green. As a result, the driver rolled down the window and raised his middle finger. Zhou Cheng stepped on the accelerator angrily and rushed forward to argue, but the driver turned and drove away. Zhou Cheng hesitated for a second, but then he thought about the ward rounds and surgery, so he held back his anger and continued to drive slowly towards the hospital.

"Doctor Zhou, you're here so early. Have you had breakfast?" As soon as Zhou Cheng walked into the department, he was approached by the night nurse.

"I saw you were busy last night." He refused the breakfast offered by the nurse.

"Fortunately, since there were two emergency cases, Doctor Yang managed to sleep for a while in the second half of the night." Zhou Cheng didn't understand why the nurses were so energetic and still full of energy after staying up all night.

"Hold on a little longer. Once the general surgery department is done with vacation, we won't have to admit patients for them anymore."

"Oh, handsome Zhou is going to be a leader? You sound like a director." The nurse covered her mouth and laughed. Zhou Cheng didn't say anything. He changed into a white coat and went to make rounds.

The general surgery department has been taking turns to take vacations recently. General Surgery Department 1 will be on vacation soon, and next week it will be the turn of General Surgery Department 2 to take vacation. Therefore, this week all the gastrointestinal diseases that are treated by General Surgery Department 1 are admitted to their department.

"Zhou Cheng, do you know where the director is going to play?" Yang Luning, who was in the same group, immediately went over to ask him when he saw him coming back from his ward rounds.

"How should I know? Aren't you the most informed?" Zhou Cheng sat down, opened his workstation and began to write the preoperative rounds.

"Hey, don't write these for now, let the interns write them. I heard that the director wants to take us to the hot spring town?" Yang Luning snatched the mouse and stopped him from working.

"Very good." Zhou Cheng took the mouse from him and continued writing the ward rounds.

"Why are you so boring? Aren't you bored living like this every day?" Yang Luning said speechlessly.

"I'm fine, why are you boring?" Zhou Cheng didn't want to waste time talking to him.

"With your personality, you deserve it that the director doesn't let you lead a team." Yang Luning sighed, "Look, you have the education, the skills, and the looks. You should hang out with the director more often. You should have been leading a team since you were hired as attending physician last year." After saying that, he pinched Zhou Cheng's chin and turned his face towards him.

It was a lifelong shame for Zhou Cheng that he could not lead a team last year. Another incident on the pillar of shame was when he wet the bed at night because of a fever in his first grade.

"Brother Yang, it hurts so much when you stabbed me." Zhou Cheng punched Yang Luning in the chest.

"You're so stubborn. I should have understood long ago that if they don't even allow students to write medical records, how can I expect you to smooth things over?" After saying that, Yang Luning sat back in his seat and stretched.

Zhou Cheng has always been committed to doing everything himself, and he would never let the trainees and postgraduate students do the chores or write medical records for him. The students in the department like to follow him. In their hearts, Zhou Cheng is the only qualified teacher who can teach them knowledge, and only Zhou Cheng treats them as students, not medical consumables. But he will definitely be isolated by others if he does this. Sometimes, the world is not about doing everything right.

"Teacher Zhou, how many operations are there today?" When it was almost eight o'clock, colleagues in the department came one after another. Two rotating interns came over and asked him in a low voice, then put the coffee on his table.

"You should follow Director Liu's team today. The tasks in our group are not difficult and you won't learn much." Zhou Cheng spoke quietly, but Yang Luning at the next table curled his lips after hearing it and winked at the two girls.

"Teacher Zhou, can we please not be so direct when speaking to each other in the future?" Yang Luning patted his shoulder with the test report.

Zhou Cheng shrugged indifferently.

The third department of general surgery is thyroid and breast surgery, which is a department with relatively more female doctors. Therefore, unlike orthopedics and neurosurgery, which are all male doctors, female doctors who rotate to the second department of general surgery will become Zhou Cheng's followers, because although Mr. Zhou is serious, he is handsome.

But why doesn’t Teacher Zhou have a girlfriend?

This is everyone's question. Doctors of similar age to him have already married and had children, and some have even divorced and remarried. A stable job and a car and a house are only basic conditions, but coupled with his tall and handsome appearance, it is no wonder that female colleagues have always been courting Zhou Cheng. But Zhou Cheng is serious and old-fashioned, and he always looks like he is keeping people at a distance.

"I don't want to go back now. It's too cold." Su Qingyan's voice mixed with the roar of the helicopter, making it difficult to hear clearly.

"Mr. Su, you've been out for almost a month. It's really hard to explain to the company." Su Qingyan's assistant put the notebook in front of him, "There are a lot of words for you to sign."

In order to find Su Qingyan, the assistant was forced to chase onto the helicopter. He was afraid of heights, but in order to keep his job, he gritted his teeth and got on.

"If you jump down with me, I will go back with you." Su Qingyan turned around and smiled at him, then jumped down from the hatch.

The assistant's adrenaline surged after taking a look. His legs went weak and he grabbed the seat belt and closed his eyes.

The year with Mr. Su was the most colorful one in his career. He was in no mood to appreciate the tropical island scenery. He really didn't want to do this kind of job of looking for people all over the world.