We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

He smiled, and Cao Yong smiled with him.

"Hahahaha!"

Wen Zhixia was baffled. She wiped the table and said calmly, "Just adapt to it. What are you laughing at?"

Jia Xinjian and Cao Yong didn't expect her to be so cold and were subconsciously stunned.

"Young people all have their own personalities," Cao Yong chuckled. "They haven't been through the harsh beatings of society..."

Wen Zhixia dared to slam the table in front of someone like Mao Feng, a vice-president. If she was really angry, she would beat anyone up. Her confidence was that if you could just fire me, there would be plenty of other places that would need me.

But she is not the kind of person who is petty and vindictive.

Besides, this was her own choice. She knew very well that there was no perfect working environment in the world. Changing to another place would bring different troubles and people. She couldn't always get into conflicts with others.

"Okay, I got it," Wen Zhixia nodded. "I'll finish screening it and send it to you after I'm done."

After Cao Yong and Jia Xinjian left, Xing Xiaoyu secretly told her, "Sister Zhixia, don't fall out with them. Cao Yong is Director Wang's nephew, and Jia Xinjian is her distant cousin."

"Okay, thank you for telling me." Wen Zhixia was used to having relatives. She nodded. "It's raining outside. You can go back. I'm OK."

Seeing how diligent she was, Xing Xiaoyu sighed, gave her an umbrella, and left work.

Wen Zhixia was busy until almost twelve o'clock and finally finished screening the forms.

Fan Xiaolin sent her a voice message, "Baby, are you settled? Are the people in the hospital easy to get along with?"

Wen Zhixia replied as she scanned the form, "He's difficult to get along with. He's very selective with me and he starts by asking about my family background."

"Just tell me straight?" Fan Xiaolin asked. "You said your parents are both dead?"

Wen Zhixia hummed, "What's wrong?"

Fan Xiaolin criticized him angrily, "You're such a down-to-earth person, why are you so honest? I've done some research for you. Half of the villa resorts in Jinghai are invested by the Fu family. In other words, the Fu family contributes to more than half of Jinghai's GDP. The county magistrate has to be respectful when he sees Fu Keming. Just say you're the young mistress of the Fu family!"

"Am I crazy? I won't tell you!" Wen Zhixia said, "First of all, I don't like lying. Secondly, if someone is really curious and finds out that I'm Fu Ruoshi's ex-wife, I can't afford to lose face!"

"What kind of person are you trying to embarrass? Let them rip you off! They won't say a word!" Fan Xiaolin slammed the table. "You're a gangster, and you give yourself your own identity. If you package yourself well, people won't dare to bully you."

"Okay, okay, thanks for the criticism. I know my limits." Wen Zhixia didn't argue with her. "Remember to come and play with me."

After hanging up the phone, she sent the scanned document to Cao Yong and rode her bike back to the dormitory.

Jinghai is not like Jincheng, there is no nightlife here.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the rain stopped. Wen Zhixia rode his bike on a deserted road, with only heavy dump trucks whizzing past.

The dormitory arranged for her by the hospital was on the third floor. The corridor was pitch black. She entered the room, turned on the light, tidied up the house briefly, and finally placed the amulet given to her by Fu Ruoshi on the bedside.

Just as Fu Ruoshi came out of the Manhattan building, he received a call from Liu Zhen.

"Mr. Fu, your wife has been transferred from the Affiliated Hospital! She's been seconded to Jinghai County Hospital!"

The hurried voice almost made Fu Ruoshi fall.

"What? Who transferred her?" he snapped. "Who has the guts to do that? Don't you want to live?"

Liu Zhen hurriedly explained, "No, no, that's not it. Mao Feng told me that Madam left on her own accord. She said she wanted to change her environment and hone herself. But Jinghai is a small place with strong demons. Madam couldn't stand such an injustice!"

Fu Ruoshi stood there in a daze, his head buzzing.

Wen Zhixia is gone?

She wanted to leave on her own?

You didn't even say hello to me?

What kind of bad news is this that came without any warning?

He felt cold all over. This was news a hundred times more terrifying than the plummeting stock price of his company.

He called Wen Zhixia directly.

In the dormitory, Wen Zhixia was taking a shower. Her cell phone was vibrating on the table, but she couldn't hear it.

Fu Ruoshi hung up the phone and directly booked a flight back home.

The next morning.

Wen Zhixia had just arrived at the office and hadn't even taken two bites of bread when Xing Xiaoyu rushed over, "Sister Zhixia! There's a child in the emergency room who got burned by a hair dryer! No one can treat him right now! Please go and help!"

Wen Zhixia put down the bread and immediately followed Xing Xiaoyu.

Before entering the emergency room, I heard a child crying.

Inside, a young woman was holding a child. The baby looked less than one year old, and his arms were covered with blisters.

This type of burn in young children is very difficult to deal with because children have weak resistance and can easily develop serious complications or even death if not handled with care. Sometimes it is not that no one can handle it, but that no one dares to handle it for fear of taking responsibility.

The nurse was there just now, but when she saw Wen Zhixia coming, she ran away.

Fortunately, this degree of burns is easy to deal with for Wen Zhixia, who has dealt with countless difficult and complicated burn cases.

"Where is the benzalkonium bromide solution?" she asked Xiaoyu. "Could you please help me find the benzalkonium bromide for me?"

Xing Xiaoyu found the solution, and Wen Zhixia took tweezers and gauze, carefully cleaning the wound fragments on the child's arm bit by bit.

The child was still crying heartbreakingly, and her mother complained to Wen Zhixia beside her, "Can you be a little gentler? The child is almost dying of pain. Are you new here?"

"It will be fine soon, just be patient." Wen Zhixia treated the wound calmly, not affected at all by the child's crying and the mother's complaints.

Ten minutes later, she finished the debridement and disinfection, and she was sweating all over.

She took the cold pack, put it on the child's arm, and cleared the exudate again.

The child gradually stopped crying and kept staring at her in a daze.

"Little boy, do you think this sister is pretty?" Xing Xiaoyu touched the child's head. "Sister Zhixia, I'm lucky to have you, otherwise I don't know what I would do today."

"It's not a big deal." Wen Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief, took off her mask, and instructed the parents, "I'll prescribe some antibacterial medicine for the child first. After you get home, apply cold compresses twice, each time for no more than ten minutes. Pay attention to the exudate and clean it up promptly. If the child has a fever, bring him back for a checkup."

The child's mother said thank you and left with the child.

When I returned to the office, Cao Yong and Jia Xinjian had not arrived yet, and the desk was empty.

"Hey, Xiao Wen, why are you doing nothing so early in the morning?" Wang Xinjie passed by the office and saw Wen Zhixia eating bread. She said dissatisfiedly, "Did you not sleep well? Are you not used to living in the dormitory here?"

Wen Zhixia shook her head, "No, Director Wang, I just helped out in the emergency room and just came back."

Of course, Wang Xinjie knew that she was busy in the emergency room, and she also knew that she was doing a good job.

In that case, just do more if you can, since you don’t have any connections anyway.

"What can I do for the emergency department?" Wang Xinjie feigned confusion. "Never mind. Just accompany the colleagues from the medical examination department to the community and give the veteran cadres a checkup."