The whole underworld follows me through the entertainment industry

Luo Qiongshan stood in front of the bed speechless, looking at the beautiful boy lying on the bed with a dazed expression, who could tell him what happened.

Ten minutes ago, he had just finished his day's work, changed his clothes and got on the subway to go home.

Their hospital has morning and evening shifts. When he leaves the morning shift, most of the people are still at work, so there are not many people in the subway. He is sitting on the subway, checking today’s news with his mobile phone, and then suddenly his eyes go dark, and the next Miao himself didn't know why he came here out of nowhere.

When he first came here, he was really taken aback. The whole room is full of equipment for free, such as CT, blood test, MRI, and gynecological examination.

The most unbearable thing is that there are things that even their hospital doesn't have. He has been itching for a long time and has been applying for it, but the hospital didn't approve it because it was too expensive and not worth buying.

He really wanted to pay homage to this rich man.

His heart was itchy, and he couldn't help but want to touch it. As soon as he raised his hand, the man's eyes in front of him killed his thoughts in the cradle.

The man standing beside the bed with a look of evil on his face said coldly. "What are you doing in a daze? You haven't come to see him. I'll give you an instrument if you're good. If you're not good, just wait and go back with me."

He didn't know what it meant to go back with him.

He ignored the disrespect in his mouth, and based on the doctor's accusation of saving lives and healing the wounded, he didn't ask much, and went up to check it. Of course, he defined himself in his heart, not because of the equipment he promised.

It's just that there is no mistake, this fainting is simply caused by poor rest for a long time, excessive fatigue and some external stimuli, so why let him come over this small problem.

You must know that he is the youngest attending physician in the First Hospital of Ning City. His family is a medical family, and he has been exposed to it since he was a child, so that he has made great achievements at a young age and has a lot of knowledge.

His academic papers have won second prizes in the world. Now he feels that he has been deeply insulted. What kind of machete is used to kill mantises?

This is not to be deeply suspected at this moment, this point is not certain, so he doesn't need to be a doctor.

Shen Fan asked again uncertainly, "Are you sure he's okay."

Luo Qiongshan answered him patiently for the third time, "Sir, I am sure and sure to tell you that he is fine, just let him rest more, and be careful not to worry or be stimulated."

Although Shen Fan still had doubts, he nodded, "Okay, they say you are the most famous doctor in Ning City, I believe you."

Luo Qiongshan rubbed his chin, the more he looked, the more familiar the person on the bed was, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He is so easy to be true to himself, the more he can't think about it, the more he thinks about it.

Shen Fan didn't like him staring at Shi Mu very much, so he turned sideways to block his sight.

He said coldly, "You can go."

A vivid interpretation of what it means to unload the grind and kill the donkey.

Luo Qiongshan was interrupted by someone, and he said irritably, "Don't block me, I'm about to remember."

Suddenly his eyebrows stretched, he patted his hands together, and said in surprise, "Ah, yes, I remembered, Shi Mu, right, yes, it must be him."

Shen Fan walked up to him, and said with a little displeasure, "You should go back, doctor."

The word doctor is extremely heavy.

After speaking, he flicked his finger in the air, Luo Qiongshan didn't realize anything, and disappeared in the same place in an instant.

Jingling, jingling, the sound of the mobile phone and the vibration woke up the sleeping doctor on the subway.

He woke up in a jerk, looked at the people around him, and was confused for a moment. He always felt like he had experienced something, but he couldn't remember it. It was like having an interesting dream, and he forgot everything when he woke up. .

The phone was still vibrating. He lowered his head and glanced, it was their dean's phone.

He prayed in his heart, don't work overtime.

"Hello, Dean." Luo Qiongshan said when the phone was connected.

"Why did you answer the phone? See how long I've been calling, you brat, what the hell are you doing?" Although the man over there was scolding, it could be heard that he was very happy from his tone.

"Haha, haha." The dean originally wanted to show an indifferent attitude, but he couldn't hold back his laughter unexpectedly.

"Hey, from your tone, I won the lottery." Luo Qiongshan couldn't help saying when he heard the hearty laughter.

"Don't be so vulgar, I have good news for you."

"What's the matter, it's still related to me."

"Have fun, kid. A mysterious person just donated an instrument to our hospital. Guess what, it's the one you've been wanting to buy. It's 3000 million. You can give it away. I don't know which one it is. Sent by a good man."

After listening, Luo Qiongshan was in a trance for a moment, he was not too surprised, he had an illusion, as if this station was originally intended for him.

At the same time, a bizarre theft occurred in a private hospital abroad.

At this time, the police were slowly playing back the video over and over again. They received a report saying that a piece of equipment had disappeared. Four people couldn't lift such a big thing, and they couldn't run by themselves.

In the end, the videos were all torn up, and Dou checked every corner of the scene, not letting go of even a single footprint, but he couldn't see anything, and finally he had to let it go.

When Shi Mu woke up, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening.

He looked around, the familiar ceiling, the familiar white curtains, as if he was in his hotel room.

He was a little tired from lying down, and just sat up when the door opened.

Shen Fan walked in, holding a white porcelain bowl carefully in his hand, and he didn't know what was inside.

"You're awake, just right."

Shen Fan walked to the bed and handed the bowl to Shi Mu's eyes.

He said expectantly, "After sleeping for so long, be hungry, eat something."

Shi Mu looked inside, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see what it was.

He was a little embarrassed, his entire facial features were rejecting, he said, "What is this, are you sure you can eat it?"

Shen Fan pushed the bowl forward and back again, "Chicken soup, I'm so tired these days, I'd faint from filming, I'll make it up for you."

Looking at the bowl of things, he really couldn't put his mouth down, "Can I not drink it?"

"You have a taste, I'll feed you, I cooked this myself."

When he heard that Shen Fan made it himself, he couldn't shirk it, so he opened his mouth and took a small sip.

I had already thought about it in my heart, whether it is good or not, I must say it is good.

Unexpectedly, it was just such a small sip. It was okay at first, but it tasted weird, and then the nausea rushed into his heart, like stinky tofu in white water, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Then he rushed out of bed, ran to the bathroom and vomited, probably finished yesterday's meal.

Shen Fan followed behind him, and said with disbelief, "What's the matter, is it so unpalatable?"

Then he took a sip himself, and almost vomited without accident.

Shi Mu guarded the faucet, took a few sips of water, and said embarrassedly, "Brother Fan, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Shen Fan turned around silently and left, and when he came back, he brought some takeaway in his hand.

Shen Fan really couldn't figure it out. The ingredients were all the best. The chicken was Songshan White Chicken, a type of chicken with the highest nutritional value. It lived on a thousand-meter high mountain, and few people had seen it. The water was Changbai Mountain. The newly melted water removes the dark and dirt, making people feel refreshed, and the ganoderma is also the best ganoderma, even if the pot was blown away by him several times, how can it be made like this.