A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

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"Silly girl, what do you want to do? There are plenty of conditions now, and you have many choices. Do you want to go to administration or still want to be a doctor? Master Wen did not ask you in person, but he asked me what he meant, you He can do whatever he wants, he respects and supports it."

An Guo pursed her lips, her heart is sweet, telling the truth to her mother: "I am not as big as An Xue, Mom, of course I am only interested in doctors."

"Then you go and talk to Master Wen by yourself, follow the board of directors procedures. After the handover of work here is completed, you return to the intern position and learn from Master Wen. You will make rapid progress."

Anguo wondered, didn’t he want to marry him? He was a husband and a mentor. He was trained and educated by him during the day, and he had to wait on him when he returned home at night. Now he is taking care of his son, and he might even have to give him one and a half in the future. , What is it called, all the benefits are taken up by him?

...

At ten o'clock, warm, serious and formal in suits and shoes.

There were so many people, An Guo was in front of them, and followed them respectfully nodding at him and calling him Doctor Wen.

Both people pretended not to know each other in a serious manner.

In the huge conference room, he sits on the main seat, is noble and steady, pointing the country.

An Guo was in the corner, serving tea and pouring water, and the little supervisor had one.

The meeting lasted until more than three in the afternoon. In addition to the past 13 directors, there were also director-level physicians, head nurses, and some administrative/political management personnel of the hospital.

If you want a high-profile meeting at this level, you can also invite a local TV station for an interview, which is about the transformation of a hospital.

Many positions have been adjusted, the rules and regulations of the hospital in all aspects, the first instance, the second instance, and the voting resolution.

The new dean, An Guo, is familiar with. He has been the chief doctor and post-doctoral supervisor of cardiology surgery for more than 20 years. He has worked hard all his life. Before, he had been under An Tao's hands because of his integrity.

Wen Jinhuai chooses people, Anguo rest assured.

...

At nearly four o'clock, the lengthy meeting ended.

An Guo left early, and gave the administrative assistants the task of cleaning up. She sent her mother out of the office building first.

Zhou Xuejuan has a clear state of mind, but after the big event, his heart relaxes.

The mother and daughter walked through the small garden and looked at the large hospital. Zhou Xuejuan was surprised: "When you were in your grandfather's hands, it was a small medicine hall. Your grandfather worked as a barefoot doctor for ten years, and later opened the third floor. My clinic. In the hands of my father and I, I repeatedly visited the Urban Construction Bureau and the Planning Bureau, and spent many weeks to approve this piece of land and build a hospital. At that time, it was only this one-third old. The age is changing and the age is advancing. It finally expanded to the size it is today."

Anguo comforted: "Mom, under the leadership of Wen Jinhuai, it will expand. Like Xiehe, there will be a Tairen family in every province. You can see it in your lifetime."

Zhou Xuejuan smiled a little, "Send Master Wen to come home in the evening, and Mom will cook some dishes for me. I wish you a little bit."

"okay."

An Guo helped her mother down the steps, and the car stopped by the road.

Zhou Xuejuan's eyes didn't know where she swept, but her figure stopped slowly.

An Guo followed and looked over, the innermost inpatient building of the hospital, in the private ward, she saw her mother looking faintly, her breath shut, she couldn't see her emotions for a while.

"mom."

Zhou Xuejuan blinked her eyes, the lines at the end of her eyes were the heavy wind and frost, sad and silent.

"Mom, should you go see him?"

Mother lowered her head and stepped down the steps. An Guo clenched her hand and was held by her mother. The two of them stood on the steps for a long time. Zhou Xuejuan retracted her eyes, her voice trembling very softly: "Guoguo, mom is waiting here, you go. ."

An Guo didn’t say anything, she also promised her mother that day: "Okay, Mom, you get in the car and wait." 19th Floor Literature www.19wo.com

She walked to the building without contacting An Tao's secretary, and asked for the room number at the reception desk.

My mood was actually very calm at this time. When I arrived at that floor, the single-person intensive care unit, the duty room outside, the nurses were dozing off.

An Guo didn't go in, and looked inside through the thick glass. The older man was lying on the bed, with his eyes closed unknowingly, with many tubes on his body and a ventilator, seeming to be dying.

No one was around, Wang Jia and An Xue were missing.

An Guo sighed and went back to the attending doctor's office to inquire about the condition.

The heart needs surgery, repeated stitches and repairs. I don't know if I can pass this level, but I say that my body functions are pretty good, and I won't breathe for a while. This is a state of death and death, and I cannot recover.

An Guo always thought that if An Tao didn't do so many conscienceless things when he was young, God would not punish him like that.

In response to that sentence, cause and effect are rewarded, but everything about him will always affect mother's emotions.

She returned to the car, Zhou Xuejuan did not ask.

An Guo drove her mother home, and said concisely: "I will have an operation next month, and I am waiting for a suitable heart. The doctor said that if the operation is successful, it will take a year or two."

Zhou Xuejuan looked out of the car window, this bustling street scene, peaceful and prosperous, I wanted to see each other with that person at the beginning, but now people are completely different, but the scene is still this, better.

For a year or two, God didn't treat him badly. At the end of his life, each one, let it be.

...

After the new year, in February, Ango returned to her internship.

Following a large number of newly recruited students who graduated from the School of Medical Sciences, they were regrouped.

On the first day of the small internship, I was well at the beginning of the year. There were not many patients in the emergency room, and I was relatively idle. I organized the warehouse.

At noon, I received a bunch of flowers.

There is no office for small internships, and their rest rooms are just the temporarily vacant beds in the hospital corridor.

When the flower delivery boy came in, it took half an hour to find out where An Guo was constantly moving.

In the eyes of a group of young nurses and colleagues during the internship, An Guo calmly accepted the bouquet, and the white roses were filled with light blue gypsophila stars, fresh and fragrant, and the colors flooded the eyes.

She opened the small card and glanced at it. There was only one sign.

The girls came up on the ground, An Guo flushed at this moment, and quickly hid the card, her ears were hot, and Saya ran away.

When I got to the corner of no one, I checked it carefully. The rose petals did not fall. She put down her baby, panting with her head up, and then took out the little card. The three words'Wen Jin Huai', the strength and beauty, the flowing clouds and flowing water is the person who is clear and meaningful Looks like.

Watching, watching foolishly, she is suffocating.

...This person, silently, gave her flowers.

An Guo stored the flowers in the doctor’s office and put them in a bottle. Her breath was difficult to calm and took out her mobile phone. “I’ve been telling you to watch a movie. Can you make time tonight?

In a few seconds, the person replied: OK.

She clutched her phone and bit her lower lip.

The emergency room in the afternoon, as An Guo had hoped, was still peaceful. Only one patient with a cold and asthma came here, one who needed dressing.

An Guo deliberately was lazy, and she was assigned to a 13-year-old girl.

The single dad brought it here, distressed and embarrassed, and asked the female doctor for help. The baby girl came to her first period, and asked the doctors and aunts to teach me how to use female products.

The little girl is cute, with redness and tears on her face.