The scumbag can't hold back his tears [Quick Transmigration]

Qin Zheng was worried.

Worry bald.

I was so worried that I had no sleepiness and nothing to do every night, so I could only call Lin Moyu over and over again.

Then Lin Moyu blocked him.

But it was unlocked again during the day.

So Qin Zheng switched to calling during the day.

Then it was also blacked out during the day.

Plastic friendship.

On the one hand, Qin Zheng tried to find an excuse to explain to Lin Moyu why he was so emotional that day and said so many things that had nothing to do with the facts; on the other hand, Qin Zheng wanted to gain a little courage to face life from his acquaintances. .

Empty uterus.

Life is not worth it.

Qin Zheng's scalp was numb.

03 gave Qin Zheng a seven-day time limit.

Procrastinating, procrastinating, can only procrastinate until the seventh day.

There is only a seven-day buffer period.

The search history of Qin Zheng's computer browser was still "illustration of abortion operation process", "experience of laparotomy without anesthesia", "which is the best surgical tool knife" at the beginning.

But after searching, it gradually became "how to face the unbearable pain in life" and "is it useful to pray to God and Buddha".

In the end, it evolved into "what method can make people die painlessly in a second".

Regarding the last topic, Qin Zheng couldn't find an answer.

The browser displays a large high-definition picture of flowers in full bloom, and a line of Arial is bold

"Life is beautiful, please cherish it and seek medical attention as soon as possible."

A row of advertisements for well-known mental hospitals followed.

Qin Zheng was moved to the point of tears.

Inspired so much, Qin Zheng closed the search engine in despair, and dialed the internal number "Oliver, I have something for you."

Secretary Wang, who received the call, was waiting in full force, "Okay, you order."

Qin Zheng "pressed my work this week to next week as much as possible, and hired a delivery doctor to come to my office."

Secretary Wang said repeatedly, "Okay, President, do you have any requirements for this doctor?"

Qin Zheng thought for a while and replied, "You must have teaching experience."

Secretary Wang: "Okay."

Qin Zheng thought about it again, and continued to add, "Doctors are benevolent, but you must find a doctor whose work concept is not people-oriented."

Secretary Wang: "Okay."

Secretary Wang answered too obediently, Qin Zheng was worried, and emphasized, "This is very important. The doctors you hire must not have a little humanistic care in their work thinking."

It's hard. It's not like hiring a doctor, it's like hiring a bad guy.

It's not easy to find, is it?

Qin Zheng secretly wondered if Xiao Wang could be found.

But no matter what Qin Zheng said or thought, Secretary Wang always obeyed "No problem."

"Okay, that's up to you, remember what I said."

"Alright President, remember everything."

two hours later.

Qin Zheng, who was paralyzed in the swivel chair, heard someone knock on the door.

Go over and open the door.

Standing in front of the door was a middle-aged man with good features, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, very elegant.

Qin Zheng: "Who are you?"

The man bowed respectfully, "Hello, my name is Zhao, and I am a doctor hired by your secretary."

Qin Zheng was stunned, and moved away, "Doctor Zhao, hello, please come in."

The two sat opposite each other on the sofa.

Before Qin Zheng could speak, Dr. Zhao took out a piece of paper that looked old from his file bag, "This is my HD graduation certificate. I studied in Japan. I have been practicing for 11 years now."

Qin Zheng glanced at it. He couldn't read Japanese.

"Okay," Qin Zheng pretended to understand and nodded, "Are you a doctor about childbirth and nursing?"

Dr. Zhao said without hesitation, "Yes."

Qin Zheng rubbed his hands hesitantly, stood up, turned his back, and stared out the window.

I don't know if Dr. Zhao Fu meets the requirements.

It looks gentle, but it doesn't look like it.

But people can't judge by appearance.

I just don't know what criteria Secretary Wang used to choose.

However, Qin Zheng would not be able to ask Dr. Zhao about what criteria Secretary Wang used to choose.

Qin Zheng thought for a while, and he was very calm when he spoke again, "Okay, I hired you today because I want you to tell me about production."

Dr. Zhao pondered, "You...where do you want to start to understand?"

Qin Zheng picked up a stack of paper and a pen from the table, ready to take notes, "Assume that I am a student you have taught, let's briefly sort out the program first."

"Okay, President, let's start with childbirth..."

Qin Zheng carefully wrote down the word "delivery" stroke by stroke, followed by a colon.

"Generally, the baby is born lying on his side at night, and he has to go through contractions..."

"and many more."

As soon as Qin Zheng stopped writing, Dr. Zhao seemed to be talking about natural birth, but natural birth is not available, what should be talking about caesarean section?

It's too bloody.

dare not listen.

Qin Zheng: "You should start talking about the postpartum period first, and save the parting section for the end."

Dr. Zhao: "Okay, then I will start after giving birth."

Qin Zheng wrote down the word "postpartum" one stroke at a time, followed by a colon.

"First of all, after the production is completed, it is necessary to make sure that the afterbirth has been removed, and check whether the number of umbilical cords is the same as the number of cubs..."

afterbirth……

Number of umbilical cords...

cub...

cub?

Qin Zheng's pen paused, "Doctor Zhao, are you from the south?"

Dr. Zhao was taken aback, "How do you know?"

Sure enough.

dialect.

It is rare to call a child a cub.

Qin Zheng lowered his head again and wrote, "You continue."

"When the baby is born for the first time or when the cub is too big, the uterus is vulnerable to damage and needs timely anti-inflammation..."

Qin Zheng recorded carefully.

"If the birth canal is infected, antibiotic injections are required..."

Qin Zheng was writing furiously while thinking to himself

So complicated, so many precautions, fortunately I found a doctor.

"...If you are constipated after giving birth, you can feed baking soda, or add green feed..."

Qin Zheng's hands trembled, and the pen stained the a4 with ink.

He couldn't help asking "Feed?"

Dr. Zhao was stopped again, confused, "Yes, do you have any questions?"

The president didn't answer right away, but just stared at him for a long time, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and his tone was deep, "This is..."

The president paused.

Doctor Zhao waited patiently.

The remuneration for this class is quite considerable, and this is not someone he can afford to offend.

The president paused for a long time, watching Dr. Zhao's eyes slowly change, and finally spit out the remaining half of the sentence "Jargon?"

Dr. Zhao was taken aback

jargon?

Those who don’t work in their line of business don’t know the term “feed”?

But when Situ Changting said yes, Dr. Zhao couldn't say no. After being stuck for a long time, Dr. Zhao said with difficulty, "That's right."

The president showed a clear expression, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and raised his slender legs, "Did Oliver find you from the black market?"

black market?

Where did the black market come from?

Does the sanitation station count?

Dr. Zhao racked his brains, but he didn't think of any suburban health station in City B called "Black Market", so he had to be more humble and asked cautiously, "The black market you are talking about...?"

The president smiled slightly, as if containing the wisdom of thousands of sails, "Slave trader, are you?"

Doctor Zhao "???"

More than 150 years have passed since the Civil War, where did the slaves come from? ?

The CEO raised his eyebrows, "Or, don't you call these people slaves in your jargon?"

Dr. Zhao broke out in a cold sweat and mustered up his courage, "Who are you referring to?"

President Du Ran: "Those are missing persons or black households who are sold to people with special hobbies, aren't they?"

Doctor Zhao fell silent.

After a long time, he said again, "Do you know my major?"

The president frowned, "What major?"

"The major you studied in school."

President: "Don't you keep your diploma here?"

"Sorry, I didn't translate for you."

President "What do you mean?"

"I studied from undergraduate all the way to hd, and my major," Dr. Zhao adjusted his glasses frame, "is the postpartum care of sows."

"..."

Secretary Wang hurt me.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Wei Yinzhuang, who was taking a shower, heard the apartment doorbell ring.

Wei Yinzhuang ignored it.

Then the doorbell rang for two 10 minutes.

It rang together with the mobile phone placed outside the bathroom, one after another, echoing each other.

Wei Yinzhuang's hearing is extremely sensitive, even the sound of splashing water can't weaken the persistent double noise outside the bathroom.

Wei Yinzhuang wore a bath towel, his hair dripping wetly against his chest.

Walking to the door, Wei Yinzhuang opened the door with a sullen expression.

The fool at the door looked up at him pitifully.

Still pressing the phone persistently in his hand.

Wei Yinzhuang sharply saw his mobile phone number and notes

"Women's Clothes"

"Situ Changting."

Wei Yinzhuang clenched his teeth, and squeezed out the fool's name out of his teeth.

Qin Zheng quietly put the phone back into his pocket, "Good morning."

Lin Moyu was angry.

Not so good.

Didn't see the phone number note?

Lin Moyu stared at him for a long time, and finally uttered a word, "Get lost."

Qin Zheng obediently rolled in from the door, and graciously closed the door of Lin Moyu's apartment carefully.

After successfully entering the room, Qin Zheng collapsed on the sofa, turned his face to look at Lin Moyu who was returning to the room, "Brother, don't go."

Lin Moyu paused, but didn't turn around.

Knowing that Lin Moyu was listening, Qin Zheng pulled a pillow over his chest and sighed worriedly, "I'm done for today."

Lin Moyu turned around and glanced at him.

Today, big fierce.

Not suitable for survival.

Today is the seventh day.

These seven days passed faster than Qin Zheng's National Day holiday.

However, after seven days, Qin Zheng only learned the postpartum care of one sow.

Desperate.

Lin Moyu walked over slowly, bent down to stare at him, water droplets dripped from the tips of his hair, and fell on Qin Zheng's face like tears he couldn't help shedding.

"Is it related to Lin Nuannuan?" Lin Moyu's voice sounded cool.

Qin Zheng looked downcast, "How do you know?"

"what are you going to do?"

"At two o'clock in the afternoon, I will go find her."

"What are you doing with her?"

"...I won't tell you."

Lin Moyu patted Qin Zheng's face with wet and cold hands, "I'm with you."

Qin Zhengda came to Lin Moyu's place early in the morning, except that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he was originally looking for Lin Moyu to join him to get enough money to get rid of the three poisons of the womb.

It's just that Lin Moyu didn't expect Lin Moyu to propose it.

Qin Zheng decided to temporarily forgive Lin Moyu for calling him to the boxing ring a few days ago.

Rubbing Lin Moyu's palm happily, Qin Zheng's eyes sparkled, "Thank you, Dad!"

Lin Moyu "..."