What is the purpose of learning God to be a network administrator?

When Xu Zhencheng poured a plate of beef balls into the boiling hot pot, the hot oil exploded, and a few drops splashed on the back of his hand.

Fan Zhe'an grabbed his hand, looked at it carefully and said, "Is there any medicine for burns at home?"

"No, it's okay." Xu Zhenzhen took out a piece of paper and wiped the back of his hand, "It's not too hot, I can get some ice pack somewhere."

Xu Zhenzhen went to the kitchen to get ice cubes, but when he came out, there was no one around the hot hot pot.

He sat down, scooped all the fat beef into his bowl, and ate the meat, ignoring the insignificant pain on the back of his hand.

Fan Zhe'an came back quickly with the bag from the pharmacy. Xu Zhenzhen continued to eat meat with his free hand, while Fan Zhe'an held the other hand to apply the medicine.The area of ​​the burn was small and not serious, and the ointment left only a slight cool feeling after it was applied.

Xu Zhencheng: "I'm not that delicate."

Fan Zhe'an: "If you don't handle it well, it will leave scars."

Xu Zhencheng: "...smear more, and cover the scar to death."

Xu Zhencheng felt that bad luck always happened one after another, but he was big-minded and took it easy.The Sincere Internet Cafe can be regarded as his two years of painstaking efforts. Although it hurts to be smashed, it hasn't affected his emotions yet.

Verzhe'an is right, he looks heartless sometimes.

It's a good thing that he is heartless, it proves that the big thing he thought didn't happen.

After feasting on the hot pot, Xu Zhenzhen felt that the excuse of hurting his hand was a good excuse, and he could direct the children to clean up the dishes without conscience.

Although his wound will heal if he applies medicine later.

Smelling like hot pot, Xu Zhenzhen hurried to take a delicious bath, and when he came out, Fan Zhe'an was holding his mobile phone.Xu Zhencheng wiped his hair with a towel, and glanced at his mobile phone screen.

The mobile phone was delivered to him.Fan Zhe'an said: "The director of the orphanage called you, but I didn't hear it when I was washing the dishes, and I just hung up when I came out."

"Okay, put it there, I'll blow my hair and call back."

Xu Zhenxin went to get the hair dryer, went to the bathroom and plugged in the electricity, watching the increasingly long hair being blown away by the warm wind, Xu Zhenxin was a little dazed.

When he was in college, he watched Japanese comics for a while, and thought that the wolf-tail hairstyle was very handsome. He grew his hair a little longer for a moment of interest, but he never thought that he would grow it to this length.

When he came to Jiang City, he thought about finding a place to cut his hair to change his mood.

But after going to the orphanage, he dismissed the idea.

because……

Fan Zhe'an walked behind him, "Your hand is hurt, I'll blow it for you." Naturally, he took the hair dryer and blow it on his hair.

Xu Zhenzhen was happy to be at leisure, shook his head and said, "I'll give you pocket money if you're good at it."

"Thank you for your generosity, Boss Xu." Fan Zhe'an supported his head, "Don't move around, it will burn you."

Xu Zhencheng raised his hand, "It's already hot."

I also washed off the freshly applied ointment when I took a shower, and the back of my hands looked a little too red.After drying his hair, he applied the medicine again. After a set of procedures, he didn't move his hands during the whole process.Xu Zhencheng felt that if he lived with Fan Zhe'an for a long time, he would be made disabled even if he was disabled.

The price is that half of the beanbag sofa in his dwelling is given away.

Fan Zhe'an had to squeeze with him in the narrow beanbag sofa without sitting on the carpet all over the floor.

Two big men with long hands and long legs couldn't sit side by side, so one could only sit in the arms of the other.

Xu Zhencheng leaned against Fan Zhe'an, and replied to the WeChat message with his mobile phone, "Can you stop being so clingy?"

Fan Zhean's chin rested on his shoulder, smelling the fragrant woody fragrance, "Not for now, the matter between you and Shen Tianyi has irritated me."

Xu Zhencheng made a vivid comparison, "You are like a big dog I raised now. It's so cool to go out and face strangers, but you wag your tail at me at home."

Fan Zhe'an let out an "Oh" lazily, "You think I'm annoying?"

"It's okay, it takes half a day for a bowl of hot water to cool down," Xu Zhenzheng continued figuratively, "The freshness of our fan Xueshen will not last more than 3 minutes."

Fan Zhe'an didn't look at his mobile phone screen at first, but his finger typing speed was too fast, which caught his attention.

Boss Xu is busy with business, first he replied Yu Yue's news about the club, and then helped Ai Ye answer some small troubles, and by the way answered the troubles of two friends.

He was still chatting enthusiastically in a group called 'Did Xu get out of the order today'.

This is Xu Zhencheng's college roommate group.

Honesty: Can you stop pushing my WeChat account to others?

Wang Qian: I didn't push it to beauties.

Honesty: It's not okay to push it to handsome guys.Especially you, my good grandson.All the white-haired and blue-eyed ones I push, and they don't understand the language.

Wang Qian: Don't you like this one?Dad Xu, you said that you like handsome, fair, tall, and liveable, so all the ones I recommend to you are high-quality!There are so many that I want to try them out.

Honesty: /smile

Wang Qian: I can feel the murderous intent even across the sea...

Wan Zizhou: / clasped fists

Hu Junjie: Let us cherish the memory of Wang Qian Warrior/Bao Fist

Fan Zhe'an read Wang Qianfa's words, "You said you like handsome, white, tall, and liveable."

Xu Zhenzhen covered the phone, turned his head and glared at him angrily, "Just read it, don't read it out, I don't want face or something?"

Fan Zhean hooked his hair and tied him a small braid, "Which word did I mispronounce?"

"That's not true. The reading is too accurate, and it's precise." Xu Zhenzheng continued to reply to the message.

Fan Zhe'an really didn't have a problem with looking at other people's mobile phones.

The premise is that Xu Chengzhen doesn't chat with Zhou Chengfan.

Zhou Chengfan: Sincerely, I will come back next month and bring you two more bottles of perfume?

Honesty: I don’t need Mr. Zhou, and I don’t bathe with perfume, one bottle is enough for a long time.

"The red dots on Boss Xu's chat list have never stopped." Fan Zhe'an spoke a little sourly, "No wonder you don't even look at a handsome guy next to you."

Xu Cheng turned off his mobile phone and talked to him when he had time, "One?"

Fan Zhe'an gave him a soft "bark" sound, which was quite imitative.

Xu Zhenzhen was overjoyed, and rewarded him with a kiss. He originally wanted to sneak attack, but Fan Zhean held him down and kissed him for a long time.

The young man who eats the marrow and knows the taste is full of anger, and it is easy to get angry.

Xu Chengzhen didn't dare to take sparks anymore, he could easily ignite himself, the scene of sparks and lightning, it seems quite exciting when you think about it?

Looking at countless knowledge is not as good as a few real guns and actual combat exercises.Xu Zhencheng lamented that Fan Zhe'an's kissing skills are getting better and better.

"Boss Xu, you forgot to call the dean back." Fan Zhe'an remembered this for him.

Xu Zhenzhen took a breath, found the dean's phone number, and called back.

There were several beeps, but no one answered.

It's late at this point, the dean may be asleep.Xu Zhencheng didn't call again.

Fan Zhe Anton groped here and there, Xu Zhencheng was not to be outdone, and the two got together again.

Xu Zhencheng thought about going to the orphanage tomorrow, so he put away his phone.

The next day, Fan Zhe'an wanted to watch the decoration team for Xu Chengxin, so he went out early in the morning.

Xu Zhenzhen went to the supermarket to buy some things as usual, and then drove to the orphanage.The orphanage was the same as usual, the only abnormality was that the dean didn't come out to pick her up.

It's not that Xu Zhencheng has a big platoon, but the dean will come to pick him up at the door every time, which has become a habit of the two of them, so it's easy to notice.

"Sister Li, where's the dean?" Xu Zhencheng helped to carry things.

Sister Li is a nurse at the orphanage, "Principal? Fufu fell ill yesterday and went to the hospital."

Xu Chengzhen's movements froze.

"...Which hospital?"

Before arriving at the hospital, Xu Zhencheng called the director and found out Fufu's ward number.

To be honest, the place Xu Zhenzhen hated the most in his life was the hospital, but the hospital was also a place full of hope.

The eye is clean white.

After arriving at the ward, the dean was sitting by the bed.

Fufu's face was very pale, and several lumps were faintly visible on her neck. Her sleeping face looked very painful, and the IV catheter almost occupied the entire back of her hand.

The dean saw him coming, and motioned him to go out to communicate with his eyes.

A corridor with people coming and going.Xu Zhencheng said: "Fufu...it should be a minor illness, right?"

The dean said bitterly: "Xiao Xu, you know what's wrong with Fufu."

"Leukemia," Xu Zhencheng's mouth trembled, and he asked uncertainly, "Has it relapsed?"

The dean nodded heavily.

……

Fan Zhe'an didn't have anything special to do, and occasionally looked at the progress of the decoration team, staring at some details.

The students he leads are about to take the college entrance examination, and Fan Zhe'an intends to compile a handbook for them, hoping to help them.

Luo Qin looked at the boring professional book, and his mind was full of questions that he wanted to ask Fan Zhe'an.

Fan Zhe'an said empathetically, "If you want to ask, just ask, don't hold back."

"You...he..." Luo Qin was at a loss for words, "You..."

"Kissed, touched, but not to the last step." Fan Zhe'an summed it up without raising his head, "Is there any problem?"

Luo Qin's eyes were ignited again, "No! That's too good!"

"Study hard." Fan Zhe'an smiled.

Luo Qin was full of fighting spirit in an instant, "I will study for [-] days, and I will go to A University."

"Try it and come to B University."

Luo Qin hesitated again, "When I change my mind, I will definitely come to University B and be your alumni. The boss of the Department of Medicine of University B, I will definitely come to your doctor when I get sick in the future."

"Then you'd better not come to me." This is Dr. Fan's most sincere blessing.

Luo Qin laughed dryly, because his major is pedagogy, so he couldn't help but say a few words with educational meaning, "Xiao Fan, do you really want to be a doctor? You will meet many people in the future, but Those people came to you for treatment because they were unhealthy."

Fan Zhe'an put down his pen and looked at her, "If I really go on this path, I will study hard and cure them."

Luo Qin said: "You will see a lot of people who can't be cured. You may try your best for those people, but you still can't change their ending. Can you accept this kind of frustration?"

"I'm a person who is not afraid of failure," Verzhe'an said.

It is not so much that you are not afraid of failure, it is better to say that you have never failed.

Luo Qin sighed and said: "My grandfather is an old doctor of Chinese medicine. He has seen a lot of life and death. Now that he is old, his memory is not good. He always thinks of the patients who were not cured by him in the past."

"Just do your best."

"Do you think it's too easy to be a doctor?"

Fan Zhean never felt that way.Xu Zhenzhen said so.

Luo Qin saw the problem, "You don't want to be a doctor, but you think you can do it."

Fan Zhe'an said: "This profession can bring me many unknown challenges, and many diseases are waiting for future generations to overcome." This is why Fan Zhe'an likes biology. The process of understanding and exploring the unknown is very interesting.

"What should I do if I find myself powerless after a challenge?"

Fan Zhean was silent.