Dr. Jiang Is Pregnant With His Nemesis's Child

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On the street stall in front of Jihua Hospital, Shen Fangyu was drinking cold beer with his left hand and his right hand. He was having dinner with friends in the department when he heard the phone ringing. He hastily put down the beer in his hand to look at the phone.

This is the professional habit of almost all doctors. The mobile phone is turned on 24 hours a day and never set to silent. Any small news will be read immediately, and it is impossible to guarantee that it will not be related to the patient.

After clicking on the dialog box with Jiang Xu, Shen Fangyu was stunned.

He scrolled up again in disbelief, and confirmed that all the chat records between him and Jiang Xu were file transfers, or official notices, and there was absolutely no such invitation.

But he was very sure that it was Jiang Xu himself, because he sent messages with a characteristic, every message would be followed by a smiley face of a little yellow man, that kind of smile that looked particularly like sarcasm, three parts cold and four parts casual.

Because of this, Shen Fangyu often complained in his heart that Jiang Xu was an old man, and he didn't even know that this emoji was mocking among young people.

However, today he didn't know what the trick was, and suddenly Fuzhi asked the colleague next to him, "Will Jiang Xu smile when he sends messages to you?"

"No." Several colleagues looked puzzled.

Shen Fangyu didn't believe it, he showed them the dialogue with Jiang Xu, "It's just this kind of little yellow face."

"Really not, if you don't believe me, take a look." The colleague gestured to take out his mobile phone.

After confirming that Shen Fangyu was indeed the only one who received this special treatment, his colleague's expression was a bit subtle, "He couldn't be... mocking you."

"Impossible." Shen Fangyu retracted the phone without changing his expression, "He only smiles at me, which means he only wants to smile at me."

"..." Okay, you have a thick skin and you are right.

"But why did he ask you out?" The colleague asked curiously, "Could it be another fight."

"Who knows," Shen Fangyu shrugged, "Ever since I asked him if he was pregnant during the Angkor treat last time, he never talked to me again."

He took a bite of fried skewers, "When we met on the road before, he would give me a sideways glance, but now he just treats me like air. Last time I saw him throwing up in the toilet, I kindly gave him a pack of tissues. I didn't expect him to use it. I took my paper and turned around and left without even saying thank you, I asked him if he was polite, but he turned around and stared at me—"

Shen Fangyu looked rather depressed, "You don't know, the way he looks at me is like I made him pregnant, wishing he could tear me apart in the next second."

The colleague laughed, "It seems that the fact that you got the meeting quota made Dr. Jiang angry."

"He's too narrow-minded. They were the ones who went there last year." Shen Fangyu cursed.

The colleague tapped his mobile phone, "Then you want to find him?"

Shen Fangyu snorted, "I'm not going, I act like a queen giving orders every day, why should I listen to him," he said while picking up another bunch of skewers, "Who does he think he is?"

It is not uncommon for colleagues to have conflicts with the two of them. Hearing this, he clinked glasses with him and said, "Drink and drink, don't even think about it."