Chapter 3965 【54】The Most Injured

Wen Zihan knew that the way Brother Fu looked at her, no matter how beautiful and eye-catching she was, he still didn't feel any change after seeing her since she was a child.

"The dress you wear tonight matches your skin color very well." Fu Xinheng said, seeming to notice the trace of reverie in her eyes, or maybe he got an angry instruction from Grandma Fu to say something nice before going out.

She is beautiful and actually looks good in anything she wears. After saying this, Fu Xinheng felt a little guilty. It's not that he doesn't like to praise her, it's just that he can't praise her beauty no matter how much he praises her.

Ahem. He cleared his throat twice.

As a result, the air in the car was really filled with a strange smell.

what to do?

Wen Zihan has not yet spoken.

"You have a patient's medical record in front of you. Please help me take a look at it." Fu Xinheng said.

After much thought, I realized that he wasn't really good at flattering girls unless he was Chang Jiawei, so let's just talk about the work he was good at.

(Chang Jiawei: Old friend, you, if you can’t do it yourself, you don’t have to ask me for comparison——)

Without saying a word, Wen Zihan reached out and picked up the document he indicated, lowered his head, and started reading.

The street lights outside the car passed through the car window and shone into the car, which was colorful. The moonlight-like side of her face was as quiet and peaceful as the moon goddess.

Fu Xinheng, who was driving, inadvertently glanced over and saw this scene. The thought flashed through his mind: The moon is moving. The moon goddess seems quiet, but in fact she is always moving.

Nothing in the world remains motionless. This sentence was something Uncle Wen often said to them when they were very young. Its meaning is equivalent to the wise saying they later learned in middle school: life lies in movement.

After becoming a doctor, and then understanding Fourth Uncle Wen's words, you will gradually find that the meaning is deeper.

Speaking of which, Fourth Uncle Wen is also a doctor. But unlike his brothers and fathers who worked as doctors in hospitals, Mr. Wen was a barefoot doctor who was active in practicing medicine at the grassroots level.

Because the resources at hand are extremely limited, the barefoot doctors can only treat people by catching black cats and white cats, and use whatever method can cure the disease. Therefore, Wen Laosi prescribes Chinese medicine as well as Western medicine to his patients. It can be said that he is a pioneer in the down-to-earth practice of integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine in China.

To be honest, don't look down on barefoot doctors. At that time, when domestic medical institutions were lacking in construction, the achievements of domestic barefoot doctors can be recorded in history and enjoy indelible honors recognized by the world's medical circles.

"Your dad is fine."

Wen Zihan raised his head.

Brother Fu's words surprised her somewhat.

Her father is very popular, men, women and children all like him. When she was a child, Brother Fu often said to her: Zihan, your dad is so kind.

As Brother Fu grew up, he became more and more calm and quiet, let alone complimenting others. Many years later, she didn't expect Brother Fu to say the same thing to her again.

The street lights passing through the car flashed past, and the two of them were face to face, eye to eye.

Wen Zihan's eyes were startled for a moment: there was actually a faint light shining in the seemingly bottomless dark eyes in front of her.

Brother Fu misses her father just like she does.

Or perhaps, Brother Fu already knew that she had never given up or given up on finding her father.

She never thought her father was dead.

When the light passed, she took advantage of the darkness and turned back to lower her head in an instant.

Seeing her drooping face, Fu Xinheng understood in his heart: his guess was correct.

That year Wen Laosi "passed away", and the one who was most deeply hurt was not anyone else but her, the daughter who had lost her father.