In-house help system

"Have a meal?"

"That's right," said Ji's mother over the phone, "He Ning from Aunt Chen's house wants to treat you to dinner."

Ji Wenliang saw the figure of He Ning and the camera he was carrying in his mind, and asked, "Why do you invite me to dinner?"

"The last time Aunt Chen went to the hospital, you were busy. I am grateful to you."

"What's the matter?" Ji Wenliang flipped through the medical records, "It's all trivial, please eat and it won't be a problem."

Ji's mother didn't know how to return for a while, she looked at Sister Chen who was sitting on the side, "If he doesn't go, what should I do."

Aunt Chen covered the microphone in time, "Well, you said that..."

Ji Wenliang couldn't hear the sound, so he fed him a few times and glanced at the screen again.

The call is normal.

At this time, Ji Mu's voice came again.

"Wen Liang, you are still young," Ji's mother scolded, "as long as people are alive, they will inevitably get sick. When they get sick, they have to go to the doctor. Think about it, when you were young, our family always came to relatives and friends? Who made me and your dad What about a doctor. When people invite you to dinner, they not only want to thank you, but also want to contact you more. Maybe you will be needed to help in the future. Life is not easy. What’s the point of relatives and friends helping each other? When people invite you, don’t you Go, isn't it to refute others' face? Besides, it's not bad to have a meal and make friends."

Ji Wenliang thought about it for the same reason, so he agreed, "Okay, what time is it?"

"Let He Ning contact you, haven't you two become friends? Well, let's not talk about it, you can be busy."

Ji's mother hung up the phone and gestured "it's over" to Sister Chen.

So Sister Chen also picked up her mobile phone and dialed He Ning's number.

"Hey son, where are you?"

"Mom, I'm doing an interview." He Ning was in a mess. He handed the camera to his partner next to him and found a quiet place, "What's wrong?"

"Do you remember Doctor Ji from Jing'an Hospital last time?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Did you give the inspection fee last time?"

"Give it, I will give it after adding friends."

Sister Chen cut off in disapproval, "What's the use of just giving money? Treat someone to a meal, your mother is old, and there will be disasters and disasters in the future. What if you need Dr. Ji?"

There is nothing wrong with this reason at first glance, but He Ning is a reporter, and all he comes into contact with are public figures. What those people say is like grass growing in the desert. But it is intertwined.

He Ning didn't panic or flustered, put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the white wall of the corridor, chuckled, and said, "Old lady, what kind of trick are you using?"

"My trick is to deceive the sky and cross the sea." Seeing that she couldn't fool her son, Sister Chen simply showed her cards, "Doctor Ji is handsome, kind-hearted, and he speaks kindly. How do you look?" ah?"

He Ning didn't expect his old lady's nine twists and eighteen bends to set up such a situation, and that white face and gentle smile suddenly appeared in front of him.

Not long after Ji's mother hung up the phone, Ji Wenliang received a message from He Ning.

He said he knew a fusion restaurant that tasted good, and asked himself if it would be convenient for him tomorrow night.

The time was chosen coincidentally, Ji Wenliang happened to be at home off work, so he asked He Ning for the exact location.

"No, Aunt Ji told me your address, and I happened to pick you up on the way."

This relative is very enthusiastic.

The next night, He Ning really came. He was wearing a light gray shirt, the sleeves were casually rolled up to the elbows, and his arms were resting on the car window frame. Seeing Ji Wenliang coming out from behind the half-open unit door, he pressed the button. trumpet.

"Mr. He, I kept you waiting." Ji Wenliang opened the co-pilot's door.

"You're too polite," He Ning started the car, "just call me He Ning, or reporter He."

"Reporter?" Ji Wenliang was immediately interested, "You are a reporter."

He Ning smiled, "What happened to the reporter?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there is no one around me who is a reporter, and I think this line of work is... um... very good."

"Okay? What's a good way?"

The first thing Ji Wenliang thought of was the scene when the news network connected outside reporters: In a foreign country devastated by war, He Ning's hair was disheveled and his face was exhausted, but he was still talking endlessly. Behind him was the bombed ruins, fireworks Running straight up, a stray bullet crossed the sky, leaving behind a curved white line shadow, the screen shook sharply, and then there was darkness.

Then he thought of the press conference, the serious lights illuminated every corner, people in suits and ties sat in a row, and He Ning and his colleagues were below, they threw sharp and profound questions on the stage , The shutter sound card keeps ringing.

"Reporters...reporters have a sense of justice, are not afraid of power, pursue the facts, and tell the truth." Speaking of this, Ji Wenliang paused, as if thinking of something, "Do you reporters often report from time to time? This must be true. It takes quick wit to not say the wrong thing.”

"I'm embarrassed by your compliments." While waiting for the red light, He Ning glanced at Ji Wenliang, "Your doctor is also very good, but there is one thing I don't quite understand."

"What don't you understand?" Ji Wenliang asked him.

"I told you not to blame me."

Ji Wenliang was easily fooled when he acted like this. He straightened his back and said, "I won't blame you."

"Well, let me say it." At this time the green light came on, He Ning turned the steering wheel and turned a corner, "I think the expression on the doctor's face is too cold, which makes people feel uneasy."

As soon as he mentioned "coldness", Ji Wenliang thought of Feng Ming. When he was working, he was always expressionless.

I don't know what Feng Ming is doing now.

"Reporter He wronged our doctor."

"Why do you say wronged?"

"It's best for a doctor not to have too many expressions when working," Ji Wenliang explained, "For example, if you frown all the time during the consultation, the patient will think that he has some serious illness and can't laugh. You will feel that you are not serious, let alone get angry, otherwise the patient will go to the medical department to complain. So keeping serious is the safest and most cautious expression."

"It turns out that this is the case. It seems that we need to communicate more."

After saying this, He Ning stopped the car.

Open the door for him again.

Ji Wenliang got out of the car a little flattered, and looked up at the restaurant's signboard with flashing lights.

The discerning waiter has already opened the glass door for them.

When the two walked to the door, He Ning suddenly stopped.

"Look at my memory, I forgot my camera, go get it."

Ji Wenliang asked suspiciously, "You reporters still think about work after eating?"

"You don't know, a place to eat like this might catch big news."

For some reason, Ji Wenliang always feels that the reporter He Ning is somewhat different from the reporter he imagined...

This restaurant is located in the city center, next to a large shopping mall, and there are many people coming and going.

"Doctor Ji?"

Ji Wenliang was waiting quietly with his back to the restaurant's gate, when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Chen Zheng and Feng Ming walking out of the restaurant.

It turned out that the second male was calling him.

"Mr. Chen," Ji Wenliang greeted him, then turned to Feng Ming, "Teacher Feng."

"I looked at the back image, and it really was you," Chen Zheng smiled. "Are you here for dinner? Why are you standing here alone?"

"I'm with a friend—"

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," He Ning came over at this moment, holding a camera in his hand, saw Ji Wenliang chatting with someone, and asked, "Is this your friend?"

"This is Doctor Feng Mingfeng from Jing'an Hospital and his friend Chen Zheng," Ji Wenliang introduced, "This is my...friend, reporter He Ninghe."

When introducing He Ning, he paused for a moment because he hadn't figured out how to define the relationship between the two.

But others may not be able to think of anything when they hear it.

Chen Zheng took a look at Feng Ming, and stretched out his hand towards He Ning, "Reporter He, I have admired your name for a long time."

He Ning shook hands with him, and said with a smile: "Where, he is just a small reporter, not worth mentioning."

After shaking hands with Chen Zheng, He Ning naturally extended his hand to Feng Ming.

Feng Ming didn't move.

He Ning didn't know when he offended Doctor Feng, his hands stopped in the air, and he looked at Ji Wenliang for some reason.

Ji Wenliang also felt quite embarrassed, and wanted to pull He Ning's hand back, when Feng Ming stretched out his hand, "Hello, Reporter He, I'm Feng Ming."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Chen Zheng said, "I won't disturb your meal, we'll leave first."

On the way back, Chen Zheng looked at Feng Ming who was driving silently, and asked, "Do you feel relieved now or...jealous?"

At the dinner table, Ji Wenliang was absent-minded all the time, He Ning tentatively asked: "Are all your surgeons particularly powerful?"

"Why do you say that?" Ji Wenliang put down the water glass.

"The doctor Feng shook my hand just now, and my hand still hurts."

Ji Wenliang was stunned for a moment, then said: "Well, the strength is not small."

After being silent for a while, he bowed his head and smiled again.

He Ning understood.

"My old lady keeps saying that our two families have relatives. Do you know what kind of relatives they are?"

When he mentioned this, Ji Wenliang was a little embarrassed, "I really don't know about this."

"Let me tell you, our two families are not relatives at all, but a lie made up by the old lady."

Ji Wenliang asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Actually, this matter is simple to say. This meal is a blind date in disguise."

Ji Wenliang remembered what Ji's mother had said to him about looking for "friends", and immediately understood.

"Sorry," he put down his chopsticks, "I don't know about this, I've—"

"You already have someone you like, that Doctor Feng, right? Don't forget, I'm a reporter, and I'm good at observing words and expressions, and in my opinion, it's not that Doctor Feng doesn't like you, why are you not together? Woolen cloth?"

"This...it's a long story." Ji Wenliang sighed, as if he didn't want to mention it.

"Let's make a long story short." He Ning spread his hands, "I used to find a lot of topics, but now it seems that it's useless. We ordered such a large number of dishes. It's too boring to just eat without talking. "

Ji Wenliang thought about it too, so he told the general story.

"You mean...he doesn't admit that he likes you?"

Ji Wenliang nodded.

He Ning pondered for a while, and asked, "Has Dr. Feng ever been in love?"

"This...should be there."

He Ning was very perceptive, "Should?"

"Hmm..." With the experience of the previous life, Ji Wenliang couldn't believe the plot, "I just heard that there was one when I was in college."

"Then, maybe he has been hurt in some way, so he dare not take a step forward. As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, he is afraid of the well rope for ten years."

On the way home, Ji Wenliang kept thinking about He Ning's words, could it be true?

The car stopped at the door of the building, He Ning turned off the engine and said, "I'm home."

Ji Wenliang regained his composure and unfastened his seat belt, "Thank you for your hospitality today."

"Wait a minute," He Ning grabbed his arm, "I have an idea, maybe I can help you."

"What way?" Ji Wenliang put down his hand to open the door.

"Come closer, I'll tell you."

Ji Wenliang leaned towards him.

He Ning whispered his own method in his ear.

"No, no, no," Ji Wenliang straightened up, and said, "In this way, Feng Ming will be pushed away. Besides, what will the people in the hospital think? Do you want my reputation?"

He shook his head and repeated, "No way."

He Ning clicked his tongue and pulled him back again.

"I haven't finished talking yet, and then you do this again..."

Ji Wenliang hesitated after hearing him finish speaking.

"No, no, forget it, reporter He, I appreciate your kindness, I—"

"It's too late."

"what?"

He Ning raised his chin, "I saw that Doctor Feng just now, he seems to have come down to take out the trash, when we were talking, he had been standing there, but now he is going upstairs."

Seeing that Ji Wenliang was still undecided, he said, "Don't worry, you don't have to do anything, leave everything to me."

"Leave it to you? You...why do you help me?"

"It's a small matter, creating public opinion is my strong point, let's get to know him again," reporter He smiled, "My name is He Ning, and some people call me the No. [-] entertainment reporter in City A."

The author has something to say:

The thing is like this: I had a good sleep in the afternoon, and when I woke up, I saw the little fairy throwing mines at me, and then I got up to type, haha, self-reflection, I have been really lazy recently.

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