What to do when your first love cries and asks for reconciliation?

The workplace is always like this. There can be no absolute fairness. You need to be both capable and tactful.

There is no way out for a young and inexperienced person.

Dean Fang narrowed his eyes, picked up the teacup beside him and put it to his chest, but did not drink it.

His eyes were extremely sharp, and his tone contained a subtle warning:

"Su Huai's teacher is Professor Wen Liya from the capital. Originally, this child should have developed in the capital..."

Jiang Tongcai was shocked. Professor Wen’s students should be treated well.

However, the regret and sorrow on Dean Fang's face left him puzzled.

No matter how talented Su Huai is, it wouldn't be unfair for her to come to the city hospital, right?

Every year, countless students graduating from top universities dream of working in the Municipal Hospital. But when they come to Su Huai, it seems as if the Municipal Hospital is just an ordinary small county hospital.

Jiang Tongcai suddenly felt a little dissatisfied. He had also gone through a lot of hardships to successfully enter the city hospital. How could Su Huai do that?

At that time, Jiang Tong had just turned 40, which was definitely considered young in the medical field.

He has not really come into contact with the top people, so he does not know that Su Huai relies on his genius mind and powerful background.

Although Jiang Tongcai is also a genius, otherwise he would not have reached his current position despite his humble background, but his talent is only the threshold to seeing a true genius.

Reality is often so heartbreaking. Even if you can pick one out of ten thousand, there are still hundreds of thousands of them in the country. How can you compare with others?

Before he could continue to doubt his life, Dean Fang continued: "Xiao Jiang, this is a great opportunity for you."

Jiang Tongcai suddenly looked up, with a puzzled expression, as if he had not yet understood the meaning of these words.

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At that time, he did not understand what Dean Fang meant. Now, when Dean Fang has resigned from the hospital, he finally understood it.

Being able to meet Su Huai is indeed a blessing for him in his entire career.

Isn't it ridiculous that he, a senior in his forties who has been working in the academic world for decades, has to rely on a young man in his twenties.

But how many people are as lucky as him and can get Su Huai's help.

It’s not really help, Su Huai just needs a reliable person to sit in that position.

It was obvious that he was the most suitable candidate.

"Su Huai, I think about this matter..." After a pause, Jiang Tongcai's tone gradually became heavy, "I want to think about it again."

"I'm old, and everything is deteriorating. I really can't compare to you young people."

The implication is that he has walked on thin ice step by step to get to where he is today, and he really can't stand the hardship. If he takes a wrong step, he will fall into the abyss from which there is no return.

The struggle for power and profit has always been cruel. If you fail, Su Huai has someone to protect you, so who will care about his life or death?

Su Huai didn't say anything. With the means and status she had shown now, she no longer needed to flatter Jiang Tongcai.

There is no need to persuade him. The answer to his choice was clear the moment he received the email.

There is no air conditioning on the balcony. Su Huai supported himself on the cold tile countertop with one hand. In a while, the strong ultraviolet rays would corrode and become scorching hot here.

Fortunately, the sliding door separating the room and the balcony was not closed, and a cool breeze blew on my back from time to time, soothing my restless heart and making it bearable.

After a long while, Jiang Tongcai's slightly nervous and firm voice came: "Okay, I will do as you say."

Su Huai already knew he would say that and did not show any extra emotion.

She was about to end the call after explaining a few things, but Jiang Tongcai's last sentence really surprised her.

"Thank you, Su Huai."

It is almost impossible for these seniors who are older and have a little experience to swallow their pride and thank others so directly.

That's why she was surprised.

However, this sincere attitude is exactly why she chose Jiang Tongcai.

This person's academic achievements are remarkable. Although they are not dazzling, they are not bad either. He is down-to-earth, does not take shortcuts, and has a decent style.

The most important thing is that he has no corruption issues. When he becomes the dean in the future, he will definitely be much better than that corrupt official Zhang Ruifang.

I put the phone back into my trouser pocket and turned around, and the scattered thoughts in my mind returned to calm in an instant.

He raised his eyes with a flash of surprise, because the person who was sleeping soundly just now was now holding up his head and staring at him.

Then a gentle smile appeared on Su Huai's lips, and he walked towards the bed.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

She sat down on the edge of the bed and touched Gu Yu's messy head.

“When did you come back?”

He felt so comfortable being rubbed by her that he couldn't help but let out two soft moans from his throat, the sound was so soft.

Even after the hand left, Gu Yu still felt somewhat unsatisfied, with an expression that showed he was not satisfied.

"Ten minutes ago, I saw you were sleeping, so I didn't call you."

Hearing this, Gu Yu showed dissatisfaction on his face, and even complained in his tone: "Um...Are you going to work again soon?"

Amused by her resentful look, Su Huai stood up with the help of the bed sheet and prepared to pour her a glass of water. His lips were dry and chapped, so he couldn't do this.

Seeing that she didn't answer and stood up as if to leave, Gu Yu hurriedly reached out from under the quilt and grabbed her sleeve.

He propped himself up halfway and asked aggrievedly, "Are you leaving now?"

The black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the ends of the hair fell on the white pillow, like an ancient tree born in the sky, with branches and leaves scattered all over the sky.

She didn't wear a hospital gown these days. She wore the clothes she bought at the mall last time, a simple white T-shirt and black jeans, which looked pure and elegant, with a wet look in her eyes.

No one can resist such a Gu Yu, needless to say Su Huai.

She looked away with difficulty, very slowly, as if she had used up great perseverance and courage.

There were obvious traces of swallowing saliva on his neck. Gu Yu was really annoying. Su Huai cursed himself in his heart for being so lustful.

The words that came out were low and helpless, filled with strong desire, but Gu Yu couldn't hear it now.

"I'm not leaving. I'll pour you a glass of water. Can you let me go now?"

"Oh." Gu Yu responded softly, with embarrassment and guilt written all over his head.

Su Huaiqin smiled and rubbed her furry head, then got up and went to the water dispenser to get some water.

The temperature of the water in the thermos was just right. Perhaps she was still a little worried, so she drank a sip herself before handing it to Gu Yu.

The arrogant Gu Yu pouted his lips high and ordered confidently: "Feed me."

She just relied on Su Huai's love for her.

After drinking the water, she insisted on asking for a hug.

How could Su Huai, who always doted on her, not agree? In the past two days, the two of them had completely lost the awkwardness they had when they first met, when they would quarrel over every little disagreement.

The main reason actually lies with Su Huai. At the beginning, she couldn't swallow the anger of being abandoned for seven years. She was dissatisfied with everything about Gu Yu and couldn't help but want to satirize her.

Later I figured it out. Why bother with a seventeen-year-old kid?

If I don't take advantage of this guy's amnesia, I'll never find a place to cry in the future.

The sad Su Huai followed Gu Yu's request, took him into his arms, and gently stroked his back with his palm.

It seems that all gentleness is innate, but little do we know that it is the result of thousands of rehearsals in the heart.