strictlysupreme Chapter 185 I'll find someone to help you write
Chapter 185 I'll find someone to help you write
Wen Zhixia was helpless.
"Thank you, Xiaoyu," she said to Xing Xiaoyu, "I'll take responsibility for this matter. You can go first."
Xing Xiaoyu looked at Wen Zhixia in embarrassment, but seeing Wang Xinjie's attitude, she didn't dare to offend her and could only sigh.
come back to the office.
Wang Xinjie held a thick stack of physical examination forms and placed them on Wen Zhixia's desk.
"The physical examination department needs it tomorrow. You should work overtime tonight and record it all into the computer."
Wen Zhixia was tired after a day in the outpatient clinic and was looking forward to going home to eat a hot army pot. But when she saw so many forms, her head was about to explode.
"Director, we're not from the physical examination department," she tried to refuse. "Isn't this our job?"
The director of the physical examination department and Wang Xinjie are senior and junior sisters. It is very common here for the junior sister to do work for the senior sister.
Isn’t the key point that someone who is particularly capable has arrived?
"I told you, everyone in our hospital is simple and honest. We're short-staffed, so we all help each other," Wang Xinjie explained to Wen Zhixia, sounding like she was lying. "You're the one with the least time in our department. Cao Yong has two kids, so he has to pick them up from school and help them with their homework every day. Jia Xinjian's wife is pregnant, so he doesn't have time to work overtime. Xiaoyu has to write her doctoral thesis, so she only sleeps three or four hours a day. Aren't you the one with the least time?"
Wen Zhixia glanced at the thick form and said, "There are so many that I definitely can't finish counting them tonight. The physical examination department usually has a week to enter the data. Can I hand it in the day after tomorrow?"
"Try to be quick, don't delay." Wang Xinjie pretended to be kind and threatening. "Don't leave it too late either. Be careful when you go home tonight. I'm leaving first."
Wen Zhixia looked at the mountain of tall forms and felt exhausted.
But since you came here on your own, don't be too picky and think that the grass is greener on the other side. It's no big deal if you just copy the forms without using your brain.
She convinced herself and started working overtime.
Gradually, the general surgery doctors all went off work and the corridor became quiet.
She entered twenty pictures, her eyes felt blurry and her head felt dizzy, so she prepared to order some takeout.
As soon as I open my phone, I see a bunch of unread WeChat messages.
The one at the top was from Fu Ruoshi: [Have you had dinner yet?]
Here is the location he sent: West Gate of Jinghai County Hospital
Wen Zhixia shuddered and woke up.
Why is he here again?
Last night, Fu Ruoshi returned to Jincheng and went straight to find Fu Keming. He pulled him out of bed and asked him for the management rights of Jinghai Resort and Hotel.
The reason was simple. He said he wanted to go to the grassroots level to calm down and protect his beloved girl.
Fu Keming didn't hear the second half of the sentence, but since Fu Ruoshi was willing to take over the family business, he was of course most happy to agree.
More importantly, when Fu Ruoshi said he was taking over, he didn't mean it was just for fun. Every time he got involved in a new industry, he would spend a lot of time researching the industry, understanding it thoroughly, and ensuring the profit potential, especially Fu's industry. If he did take over, it would be fine, but if he did, he would ensure profitability. So he came here to inspect it without stopping today.
Wen Zhixia: [You didn't leave?]
Fu Ruoshi: [No, I came here to sign the contract. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you the contract.]
Wen Zhixia didn't want to watch, so she put on her headphones and entered the form while listening to music.
In less than three minutes, there was a knock on the office door.
"Doctor, my hand is burned," a familiar voice came, with a playful tone, "Can you take a look at it for me?"
Wen Zhixia turned around and saw Fu Ruoshi looking at her with a cunning look on his face.
"Go to the emergency room for burns," Wen Zhixia thought he was lying, "I'm off work."
Fu Ruoshi walked up to her and stretched out his hand to show her.
There was a blood blister the size of a fingernail on the back of his hand. He had accidentally burned himself in the kitchen when he went to inspect the Fu Hotel.
"If you don't show it to me, I'll find a pen and pick it out."
After Fu Ruoshi finished speaking, he picked up a ballpoint pen on the table and was about to pierce the blood blister.
"Hey hey hey!" Wen Zhixia was so tired that she was confused. Then she remembered that he was also a ruthless person. "Are you crazy? This pen core is poisonous!"
"You feel sorry for me?"
Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows and smiled triumphantly.
"Don't be so sentimental again," Wen Zhixia said coldly, standing up. "Don't run around here. I'll go get the medicine."
Fu Ruoshi said "oh" and waited for her here obediently.
During the break, I saw a thick stack of physical examination forms on her table, as well as some unfinished forms on her computer.
Isn't she from the burns team? Why is she working for the physical examination team?
Looking at other people's tables, they were spotless. Obviously, she was being framed.
So that's how it is. No wonder it feels like eating gunpowder.
However, at this moment Fu Ruoshi was even angrier than her. His woman was being bullied, but he didn't dare to intervene, for fear of being blocked by her again.
Besides being angry, I felt more distressed. I felt sorry that she shouldn't have to endure such low-level suffering.
Just as he was thinking about it, Wen Zhixia came back with alcohol cotton and tweezers, and saw him sitting obediently on the stool looking at his phone.
"Give me your hand," Wen Zhixia put on gloves and checked the injury.
The blisters were caused by scalding from boiling oil, and it looked like they had gotten bigger since they hadn't been treated for a while.
She filled a basin with cold water, wet a towel and poured it over the blisters several times. Then she punctured the blisters and used a syringe to draw out the liquid inside.
"Ouch, that hurts!" Fu Ruoshi teased her, "You look so gentle, young doctor, how could you be so cruel? I want to complain."
Wen Zhixia had just been involved in a medical dispute at work, and now she had a headache just hearing the complaints. She dropped Fu Ruoshi's hand and said, "Then I'll find someone else to fix it for you."
"Hey hey hey," Fu Ruoshi realized that she was easily irritated, and quickly smoothed her over, "No, no, no, I was wrong, I'm a bad mouth, I won't say anything more."
After disinfection, apply a final layer of erythromycin and you're done.
"Alright, don't touch water for four hours. This layer of skin will protect your wound after the blister collapses. Don't tear it." Wen Zhixia gave the instructions and then sent him away. "Alright, you can leave now."
Fu Ruoshi didn't leave. He pointed at the pile of medical examination forms on her desk and asked, "Did the old woman give you a hard time?"
Wen Zhixia glanced at him and said, "It's none of your business. I can handle it."
Fu Ruoshi had done this kind of form copying work for his father's secretary when he was in middle school.
At that time, he had the idea of starting his own company. In order to understand how a company operates, he deliberately established good relationships with several secretaries of the board of directors of Fu Keming, gave them some mindless odd jobs, helped him understand the company system, and collected some red envelopes from them as pocket money.
"I'll help you solve it," Fu Ruoshi said. "Everyone who sees it will get a share. I'll find a few people to help you write it together. It will be done in two hours. Otherwise, it will take you at least three days to copy it by yourself. You might as well use that time to think about new research topics instead of doing something that will cost you more than you earn."
Wen Zhixia was about to refuse, but Fu Ruoshi was decisive and had already sent a voice message, "Who's free now? Help me copy a few forms. There's a red envelope."
He sent the message to Fu's logistics group, which included some drivers and security guards, who were on duty and available at any time.
Wen Zhixia held his phone, "What are you doing? I can finish it myself!"
"You're so stubborn," Fu Ruoshi looked at her helplessly. "I understand you want to gain experience and settle down, but what does this kind of crappy work have to do with your settling down? I'm posting it online for 2 yuan now, and there are a lot of people willing to help you record it. Why bother yourself?"