After the divorce, the genius doctor exposed his identity and became the favorite of thousands of pe

What a joke, he dared to use aggressive methods on her.

Then Qiu Hongying can only recognize the reality, otherwise she would not know that what she gave birth back then was actually a pile of shit.

Well, this seems to scold myself.

Jiang Chuxiang was a little sad, because she was also married to this pile of shit for two years.

It was a big failure in her life.

Ugh.

But seeing Qiu Hongying's face getting more and more purple, Jiang Chuxiang's heart was full of joy, so he didn't care about the little flaws when he was jealous.

Qiu Hongying saw that Jiang Chuxiang's cheerful face suddenly turned gloomy, "Xiangxiang, are you talking about Mr. Cheng?"

"It is undeniable that the Cheng family is indeed a big family. However, you have to know that the Cheng family has more than one son, Cheng Jinghao. This means that the Cheng family's property will not be left to Cheng Jinghao alone. And Shaohan is now Wei Ke's son. Chairman, Xiangxiang."

"Xiangxiang, you are young, and you think Cheng Shao's sweet talk is very suitable for you. In this respect, Shaohan is indeed inferior to him, but think about it. He has 49 ex-girlfriends. He is just playing with you. In the future won't marry you."

"I heard that Young Master Cheng used to clock in and chase you on Weibo all day long, but he doesn't post it now. I think his new interest in you is almost over, right?"

Jiang Chuxiang rested her chin on her hand. Indeed, this was the third day that she had not seen Cheng Jinghao.

It's strange that I miss him a little bit.

However, after Qiu Hongying said so, she couldn't be content with losing.

"Mrs. Wu, what you said is contrary to what I said. It's because my novelty towards Mr. Cheng has passed. I dumped him."

What he said was not wrong, it was Jiang Chuxiang himself who wanted to make it clear to Cheng Jinghao, but now, Cheng Jinghao really didn't show up.

Jiang Chuxiang had a mouthful of old blood.

"What does Mrs. Wu think of the helicopter boss? I think he is a bit more handsome than Wu Shaohan. The 600-carat diamond is hollowed out to make a flashlight for me. He can also cook for me with his own hands. Wu Shaohan is far away from this. It won't be possible."

Wan Chuan, who was far away in the ancient martial arts world, covered his bruised buttocks and sneezed hard, "Junior sister, don't mention it. In order to give you a meal, I was spanked so hard by the people sent by Cheng Jinghao that my buttocks were split."

Ah yo yo, it hurts so much.

After Jiang Chuxiang finished speaking, she recalled Wang Chuan's face like a god, his slender figure, and his long flowing silver-gray hair. She looked like an ancient martial artist, and her heart moved a little.

Then he got up and called Liu Zhiyi, "Help me take Mrs. Wu to the Guyun Tea House opposite for morning tea."

"Mrs. Wu, I won't accompany you." Jiang Chuxiang smiled and went out.

Looking at the back of Jiang Chuxiang striding away, Qiu Hongying had mixed feelings in her heart, all of which were bad experiences.

Jiang Chuxiang returned to the operating room, and the next operation was still being prepared.

In the long corridor of the operating room, a row of lights leaked from overhead.

The back view of Jiang Chuxiang wearing a green surgical summer dress, with a slender waist.

The itinerant nurse ran over and pulled her arm, "Dean Chu, Dean Chu." So far, many people are still accustomed to calling Jiang Chuxiang as Dean Chu.

Jiang Chuxiang said, "Call me Consultant Jiang." He turned around and looked at the enthusiastic little nurse, "What can I do?"

The nurse said happily: "There is fruit in the lounge, go and eat fruit."

With that said, he took Jiang Chuxiang to the lounge.

In the middle of the lounge, there were portions of fruits, covering the entire table top.

In summer, colorful fruit slices, such as watermelon, jackfruit, kiwi fruit, Luzon mango, guava, red grapes, etc., are all soaked in rock sugar milk, which looks refreshing and delicious, making people salivate.

"Today is so good, and there are snacks to eat, who invited the guests?" Jiang Chuxiang asked.

In the operating room, the directors of various departments often paid for snacks.

Eating fruit today is very suitable for girls.

Hong Beidou also took a piece of fruit, leaned on the chair next to him, and said with a smile: "Consultant Jiang, we are thanks to you."

"Oh?" Jiang Chuxiang was puzzled.

The head nurse took a box, put it in Jiang Chuxiang's hand, and handed her a small fork, "It was sent by Su Yanrong from the intensive care unit."

"Su Yanrong?" Jiang Chuxiang was startled, not knowing him.

Hong Beidou explained: "It's the patient with fat embolism. He has had his endotracheal tube removed, and he should be able to transfer to a general ward today."

"Oh." When Hong Beidou said this, Jiang Chuxiang understood.

For the patient with fat embolism, Jiang Chuxiang gave him some ancient martial arts medicine, the fat droplets in the blood vessels were cleaned up, and his body naturally recovered.

However, because of the previous embolism, some parts of the body were blocked and necrotic, and required hospitalization for a period of time.

Jiang Chuxiang asked: "Is the patient's family condition good?"

Before Jiang Chuxiang looked at the family members of the patient, they were not very rich and well-dressed.

Summer fruits are not cheap, so many fruits sent to the operating room, if calculated, he should have spent several thousand.

Hong Beidou said: "I don't know the details. It is said that he ran a small workshop at home and should have a little money. He was treated in a lower-level hospital for a long time before he came. He was transferred to our hospital after his health deteriorated. He died in a few days. You must be happy that you are getting better, so I found out you were in the operating room, so I sent you here."

Jiang Chuxiang nodded.

After being treated in a lower-level hospital for a long time, it must have cost a lot of surgery fees before.

The profits of a small workshop are very slim, and Su Yanrong is from a well-off family at best.

Sickness means returning to poverty.Jiang Chuxiang couldn't bear to eat the fruit, and immediately called the itinerant nurse, "Help me go to the intensive care unit to find the patient's hospital number, and I'll add 5000 yuan to his hospital expenses."

5000 yuan is just a small amount of money to Jiang Chuxiang.

For that patient, it is life-saving treatment money.

After the itinerant nurse took the money and went out, Jiang Chuxiang felt that fruit fishing was more delicious.

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In the cardiothoracic surgery ward, Zhuang Wanzhen's complexion was very bad. When the sun shone on her face, her sickness was especially obvious.

The illness is only part of the reason. She just got the news that Qiu Hongying came to find Jiang Chuxiang, and she waited for Jiang Chuxiang for almost an hour.

The Wu family really did not give up.

Zhuang Wanzhen also hated Jiang Chuxiang even more. She clutched her phone tightly and thought for a long time.

"Auntie, has the report I made yesterday come out, can you help me go to the nurse's desk?" Zhuang Wanzhen said softly.

After dismissing the nurse, Zhuang Wanzhen got up from the bed, walked to the door, closed it, and locked it, then went to the bathroom to make sure that no one outside the door could hear her, and then she dialed the phone.

"Didn't you kill Jiang Chuxiang? Why is she still alive?"

"Sigh." There was an old-fashioned voice on the opposite side, "The two people who were sent there yesterday fell from the 23rd floor and died."

"What?" Zhuang Wanzhen clutched her heart, suppressing her pounding heart. The ancient warriors had never failed in their activities in the outside world.

Compared to people who practice ancient martial arts, people in the outside world are all weaklings. How can they fail to kill a woman?Or, did he slip and fall from the 23rd floor?
Zhuang Wanzhen couldn't figure it out, but she just felt bad, "Can't you send stronger ancient warriors?"

The person on the opposite side paused, a little guilty, "I'm sorry, Zhenzhen." The few he sent were indeed the weaker ones in the ancient martial arts. He wanted to practice them for a while. It was enough to deal with ordinary people. Thinking of missing.

"Okay, stop talking." Zhuang Wanzhen said irritably, "Go again tonight and find someone stronger."