C72

There were still two days left. Min Hao and I were in low spirits and we had no interest in going out to play.

Also, I received a call from Her Majesty asking me to apply for a graduate student. I didn't know that when I lived my life, I didn't even think of taking the postgraduate exam. We were originally a five-year university, and after studying for three years, a decade would have passed.

But I promised Her Majesty, for, judging from Her Majesty's disposition, if I disagreed, she would come at once.

Besides, if there was an exam and exam, who would want to go on holiday?

Just as I hung up the phone, a female ghost with long, loose hair and a face covered in blood appeared in front of me.

I grabbed the pillow and threw it at her. It went through her and fell to the floor.

I think Yue Zaiwei must have a grudge against me. Otherwise, why would she use such a frightening method to appear here? Asiba, my poor little heart!

"Wu Mi told you to go for a gynecological internship after your vacation ended. He will go to the delivery room to get the relevant information for you."

After saying that, Yue Zaiwei quickly disappeared again.

What the f * ck? Once again, I'm sure this little bitch is here to piss me off.

I understand that in Wu Mi's territory, I am definitely safer than anywhere else. Besides, my current internship is really useless. It's good as long as I live by myself.

Pretending to be a cat that was always basking in the sun, he lazily lied on the sofa.

If only it was always like this.

I closed my eyes, and in the warmth of the sun I seemed to fly, over the golden sand and the blue water. There was a child dressed in ancient clothing standing by the shore. Behind him were many guards and followers. He shouted at me, "Little pheasant, fly higher!"

When I heard his words, I flew even higher …

When I woke up, I found myself crying. I analyzed it myself and decided that I must have been scared to tears. As a person, I am afraid of the dark, afraid of the water and afraid of the high. This dream of mine gave me two-thirds of a second.

Sage? Sweetheart? Filling? Which one was that person shouting? I personally prefer the last one, the dumpling stuffing...

"Mama, what dreams did you have during the day? I can feel your sadness, but I can't get into your dreams. " It was evening before he asked me. He seemed to have thought about it for a long time.

I thought about it and replied, "Mama dreamed the dumplings flew away."

Whitey: "…"

Before he died, life had to continue.

I went back into the department of gynecology. It was no longer smoky, but more pleasing to the eye.

This month, there was already a group of interns at our school, who had been assigned to teach teachers through the usual intern procedures, and I and another nurse who had come to study had apparently become a non-staff member who could go wherever she wanted as long as she didn't disturb anyone else's work.

Wu Mi made an excuse to have Ward 41 disinfected, tidied up to look like a lounge, changed a new bed and sofa, and gave me the key.

The AIDS patient from before lived here, but this didn't have much of an impact. Even if it wasn't disinfected, there was no possibility of infection.

I heard that the continuing nurse came in with Wu Millet's help, and with Wu Millet's help, I took her and played in the lounge with me.

Although she was unattended, she was very studious. She said that she had been a nurse for five years already, and there would be many benefits if she came out to continue her studies. Of course, she said a lot, but I didn't remember any of it.

She was prepared to take the examinations for their hospital's staff. As she had graduated from university, she had to have five years of work experience before she could take the examinations.

I lay on the bed and played with my cell phone. She just sat there and read.

I was a little tired from playing, so I picked up one of her books and read it. It was neatly written with a name: Wang Jiao.

I pointed to the name. "Is that your name?"

She nodded. "Yes, what's your name?"

"Zhang Qi." To tell the truth, I was very upset about my name. Someone once said that my name was a mockery of the freshness of literature and art. I was tired of it.

"July, your name is so nice to hear!" She smiled and said there was a nice dimple on her left cheek.

I giggled along with her and read with her.

After a while, I fell asleep in my bed. The book was more effective than any sleeping pill.

Wang Jiao looked at me and opened her eyes. She smiled and said, "Although I only brought one serving of rice, I just ordered another serving of takeout. Let's eat together!"

After sleeping for most of the morning, I was really hungry. This is how it is between friends. Today, treat me to a meal, and I'll invite you back another day.

I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands before sitting down at the table.

There were three dishes. One was the Sweet 'n' Sour Dinner, one was the Tomato Fried Egg, and the other was the Spicy Soy Sauce. It was a soup. By the looks of it, it was seaweed egg-flower soup.

"I brought the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs with me. I had wanted to use the microwave to heat it up and take it to the dining hall. "You try it, and see if it's edible." She handed me the chopsticks.

The sweet and sour platter is one of my favorite, looking at the delicious and delicious small ribs, neatly arranged in a transparent glass lunchbox, with a special appetite.

"Delicious! Your lunchbox is quite pretty. Where's the lid? " After gobbling down a piece, I casually asked. I always felt that the lid of the glass lunchbox would ruin my beauty, so I was a little obsessed with the lid.

Wang Jiao picked up a piece of pork chop and put it on my disposable plate. "The lid seems to have been left at the microwave. I'll go get it after dinner later."

Seeing that I really liked sweet and sour pork, Wang Jiao magnanimously said, "July, I'll give it all to you. Anyway, I can make it myself."

"Really? "You're too good!" For a foodie, this was probably the sweet talk he wanted to hear the most!

"I have to thank you. If it wasn't for you, how could I have been sitting here reading?"

"What are you thanking me for? If you want to thank me, thank Wu Millet …" I continued eating. "Oh right, since you can come here to study through Wu Li's relationship, why don't you just come here to work?"

If she came here to study, then the hospital she worked in wouldn't be as good as this place.

Wang Jiao went blank for a moment and blinked her eyes, but didn't say anything.

I thought she might have her own difficulties, so I didn't continue asking. Who doesn't have a secret that she can't tell me?!

When I was almost done eating, she suddenly said, "I can't come here because my boyfriend works at home."

Her sudden words stunned me. I had long forgotten what I had asked her. If she didn't answer, it wasn't a big deal. After answering for so long, she felt like she was trying to cover it up, more like she was trying to find the reason why.

After I said "oh", I stopped talking, as if I was a pervert who was trying to pry into the secrets of others.