Hao’s cousin and his wife stayed for a al at their house. At the dinner table, the cousin and his own father clinked glasses and took turns drinking.
anwhile, Hao’s mother was busy going back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room.
Sitting directly opposite Zhang Hao was He Qianhui.
At this ti, He Qianhui was wearing his clothes, which were quite loose and obviously did not fit her well.
However, He Qianhui didn’t mind. Knowing that there was nothing underneath, she deliberately hunched her chest to prevent it from being noticed.
So this al was particularly torturous for He Qianhui, until it was ti to leave. Zhang Hao personally saw them off.
Seeing his cousin drunk, he did not forget to remind his wife to be careful on the way back, especially when riding the bike, to take it slow.
Fortunately, their hos were not far apart, just about ten minutes away by electric bike.
He Qianhui nodded in agreent, supporting her man onto the bike, "Hao, you should head back now."
Zhang Hao nodded but did not move, his gaze fixed on He Qianhui.
Not until the two figures were out of sight did Zhang Hao withdraw his gaze and turn back ho.
As soon as he entered the house and saw his mother cleaning up the table, Zhang Hao hurried over to help.
"You should head back to your room, I can handle these little tasks," she said.
Zhang Hao insisted on taking the empty dishes and bowls to the kitchen.
"I’m not tired. Where’s dad?" he asked.
The mother gestured with her lips, "He drank too much with your cousin. I had him lie down in the room. And about what I was telling you before, have you started looking for a job yet?"
Zhang Hao scratched his head, "Tomorrow, I’ll go check out the city hospital tomorrow."
He thought about his classmates who had graduated with him, all coming from different parts of the country to study at the sa university.
Zhang Hao was luckier, the school was right at his doorstep, and even after graduation, everything around him remained the sa.
However, other classmates, after finishing their studies, either pursued further education or went back to their hotown to find a stable job.
Zhang Hao, on the other hand, hadn’t brought ho a single penny despite having graduated for quite so ti.
No wonder his mother was rushing him.
"You really need to put your heart into this. The neighbors all know you studied dicine, and every ti they see , they have to ask if you’re working at a hospital."
"If this goes on much longer, I won’t even know how to respond to them anymore."
Zhang Hao hadn’t realized his mother was under so much pressure. He quickly put the dishes down and ran back to his bedroom.
He made his resu look very impressive and saved it on a USB drive.
Back when he was in school, his grades were among the top, and even he thought so.
With such good grades, why couldn’t he find a decent job after leaving school?
Was it because his expectations were too high?
Not really.
After tossing and turning all night, the next morning, Zhang Hao took his USB drive to a nearby print shop and printed out his resu.
The city hospital wasn’t far from his ho, and riding a small electric bike made the journey convenient.
After going over a flyover, he was at the hospital.
Once there, Zhang Hao dialed the recruitnt number.
The person interviewing him was a female director, around forty years old.
The director had taken good care of herself and at first glance appeared to be just over thirty.
Although she was wearing a lab coat, which was not particularly flattering, her figure was still evidently quite nice.
"Your na is Zhang Hao, you graduated from the Provincial dical College," the director asked.
"Yes, it’s our provincial dical college, which admitted because I scored over 20 points above the cutoff line."
The female director was very pleased with Zhang Hao’s answer and took another careful look at his resu.
"Your academic performance in school is good, but there are many who want to work in the hospital; I wouldn’t dare say it’s like trying to cross a single-log bridge with a thousand troops."
"You still have to go through the review of several leaders. Leave your resu here, and if you pass the review, you will be notified by phone."
When Zhang Hao heard this, his heart cooled by half. His grades were good, but the young could surpass the old.
If his juniors perford even better, wouldn’t that an he had no chance at all?
Still maintaining his composure on the surface, he said, "Alright, then I won’t disturb you any further, Director. I’ll be on my way."
After exchanging a few polite words with the female director, Zhang Hao left the office.
Once outside, Zhang Hao’s mood was as gloomy as the dark corridor before him, not bright at all.
But the hospital was really big, and this was Zhang Hao’s first visit; as he walked, he sohow ended up at the Obstetrics and Gynecology clinic.
Zhang Hao saw many n around his age gathered outside the clinic.
So were sitting on chairs playing gas, so were standing by the window puffing on cigarettes, and others had tense faces, peeping into the clinic from ti to ti.
There were also several pregnant won, bellies protruding, walking this way with the support of their husbands.
Seeing those pregnant won, Zhang Hao couldn’t help but think of his sister-in-law, who would one day face this sa experience.
Just as he was about to leave, a familiar face approached him.
Zhang Hao stood there, staring a bit too intently. The woman wore a white satin dress covered with a chiffon sun-protecting garnt.
Her long hair flowed down her back, and although she wore sunglasses covering her face, Zhang Hao recognized her nose and mouth in an instant. It was Song Xin!
There was no mistake, it had to be her.
Just as Song Xin walked past him, Zhang Hao was about to call out her na.
Instead, the woman stopped, turned around slowly, and removed her sunglasses.
"Zhang Hao, what are you doing here?"
When Zhang Hao saw Song Xin, his heart started pounding—she was the goddess of his heart!
Back in the day, so many of the boys in the class liked her, and Zhang Hao was no exception.
"I... I went the wrong way. You see, I was just about to leave."
Song Xin nodded and said with a smile, "I thought you were here with a girlfriend on a date."
"Let tell you, you boys need to treat girls better, and not get them pregnant before marriage."
Zhang Hao frowned and said, ", a poor kid like , where would I find a girlfriend? Who would even take a second look at ?"
In front of his goddess, Zhang Hao couldn’t help but feel a bit inferior.
Song Xin waved her hand dismissively, "That’s not true. You’re actually a very decent person, with good grades and a warm heart."
"I rember back in school, there was a junior who hurt his leg, and it was you who carried him to the infirmary."
"At that ti, I thought you were a very kind person. You need to be more confident—boys who are confident can attract the favor of girls."
A few simple words had Zhang Hao utterly bamboozled.
Song Xin took his hand and led him to a chair on the side to sit down.
Zhang Hao didn’t notice anything amiss.
"Zhang Hao, do you really not have a girlfriend?"
Zhang Hao nodded, "No, why do you keep asking that?"
"Nothing, just curious," Song Xin said.
Zhang Hao half expected her to say, "How about I be your girlfriend?"
But obviously, such a thought was like a toad lusting after a swan’s flesh.
"Are you feeling unwell, why did you co to the hospital?" Zhang Hao asked.
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