Qin Zhenzhen switched seats with a colleague sitting next to Nan Wan, sneaking a glance at the glowing screen, then put on a face that said, ’I know everything, but I won’t say anything.’
Deliberately drawing out her tone, "Doctor Nan, does this an you need to avoid sothing?"
On the surface, she was cold and haughty, but her body was still honest!
Nan Wan didn’t take her teasing seriously, calmly putting the phone back into her bag, "Where can you hide?"
Seeing this, Qin Zhenzhen got anxious, wishing she could bite off her own tongue and swallow that sentence whole.
"Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that. We’ll be gone for several days. Mr. Mu would definitely feel uncomfortable not seeing you. Doctor Nan, even if you don’t call, sending a text is good enough."
The bus started moving, and Nan Wan got a little car sick. Sleeping was the best option.
She closed her eyes, leaned against the glass, her loose hair scattered on her cheeks, her delicate eyebrows and eyes bathed in the bright sunlight, looking more gentle and beautiful than her usual cold appearance.
In a soft and light voice, "Wake up when we arrive."
Seeing Nan Wan starting to fall asleep, Qin Zhenzhen almost spat out old blood.
The emperor isn’t worried, but the eunuchs are anxious, sothing like that, probably...
The place was far, and even with good road conditions, it’d be around five or six in the afternoon before arriving. The people on the bus were chatting or playing gas, creating a lively atmosphere.
Nan Wan couldn’t sleep in such an environnt, just resting her eyes. She was not soone who was good at socializing, so this way, no one felt awkward.
Qin Zhenzhen was usually lively and cheerful, young, and quite popular among the group of interns. There was always soone teasing her.
The girl, who knew what she experienced in college, could tell dirty jokes better than anyone, instantly outclassing those fakes.
Nan Wan only found it amusing as she listened, the corners of her lips slightly lifting.
No one knew how long the bus had been traveling, but the laughter had faded, and Nan Wan’s mind began to wander.
What was he doing? Had he had lunch?
If he knew she had changed her mind at the last minute, he would probably be angry...
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As dusk fell, the bus drove into Bai Shui Village. Nan Wan took out her phone from her bag, paused for a mont, then exited the dial screen and chose to send him a text ssage.
The village chief and most of the villagers were already waiting. After the bus parked, they enthusiastically helped unload the luggage. In such a picturesque place, the people raised here had an innate honesty that could touch people’s hearts.
There were also many left-behind children, excited and curious, hopping and skipping around the bus, so even bringing local specialties for the doctors to eat.
The village chief arranged for the doctors to stay across the river. The evening light was already dim, so walking had to be very careful.
Compared to the clay houses, the subsidized housing for the poor with cent bases was already very good, but for so, it was their first ti being selected, and they frowned and quietly complained from the mont they got off the bus.
Such situations were not new to the village chief, whose half-white hair gave him an air of having seen it all.
Grateful yet unyielding, "Thank you for your hard work on the journey. Please settle in, and the prepared als will be delivered shortly."
The team leader from the hospital ca every year and was an old friend of the village chief. He discreetly glanced at ’Lin’ standing at the door with her arms folded, unwilling to go inside.
With respectful nod, "Thank you, Uncle Li. There’s no need for too much trouble. In the end, ho-cooked als are the best."
After the village chief left, the team leader began to give a pep talk to those who were uncomfortable. Qin Zhenzhen clung to Nan Wan’s arm and said, "Doctor Nan, let share a room with you. I’m brave enough to not be afraid of cockroaches as big as my fist."
Quite a rhy.
Hearing that, Nan Wan smiled, "Alright."
...
The executives in the eting room had all left, leaving only Mu Jinhuan sitting in the black leather executive chair, his distinct fingers pressing on his temple, his deep features still holding the sharpness and indifference from the eting earlier.
His dark eyes slightly closed, as if exhausted but unwilling to show it.
A long ti passed.
He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the ti on his wrist, then took out his phone from his pocket.
During the eting, the phone was on silent.
There was a text on the screen: I’m going to the countryside, you don’t have to pick up tonight.
From the heartless Mrs. Mu.
He didn’t wake her up when he left this morning, so she sends him this kind of ssage at night?
He dialed that number, and the chanical sound of ’beep...beep...beep...’ didn’t ring for long, which slightly improved his mood.
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