Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 242 PPT Presentation

From then on, every day at dinner time, Aunt Liu would help Zhang Yan prepare the Chinese medicine, and Zhang Yan could take the medicine half an hour after finishing his meal.

"Lin Feng, I don't want to drink it. This medicine is too bitter." Zhang Yan always struggled before taking the medicine. Even if Lin Feng was working the night shift, he would send a message to complain.

This has become a special ritual for Zhang Yan before taking Chinese medicine.

Lin Feng rubbed Zhang Yan's hair, which seemed to have grown longer and was no longer like a kiwi.

He brought over a plate of candy and placed it next to the bowl of Chinese medicine. "Take the medicine and then eat a piece of candy, and it won't be bitter."

At this time, Zhang Yan would reluctantly finish drinking the Chinese medicine, and immediately take the candy that Lin Feng had peeled for him and stuff it into his mouth.

Close your eyes.

The brows were tightly furrowed at first, then slowly relaxed, and finally the corners of the mouth turned up.

Lin Feng found that Zhang Yan was easy to coax, so he only used half of the methods he used on the children in the pediatric department to make Zhang Yan obedient.

How can Zhang Yan be obedient?

It's just that one wants to act coquettishly, the other coaxes her, one cooperates obediently, and the other gets a sense of accomplishment.

Zhang Yan also knew that Lin Feng had been thinking of various ways to make his leg injury recover as soon as possible. Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. It has to be swallowed in one gulp. He just wanted a little sweetness in the middle.

Zhang Yan's Monchichi hairstyle makes his face look even smaller. Although he is a domineering president, he still retains his innocent side.

Zhang Yan finished drinking the medicine and held a piece of candy in his mouth. He watched Lin Feng put the remaining bowl of Chinese medicine in the refrigerator for preservation. He would continue to drink it tomorrow morning.

"Lin Feng, what are your plans? Are you going to stay in the inpatient department forever? You have to work endless night shifts, and you can't go far away on weekdays. You have to report to the hospital wherever you go."

Zhang Yan's handsome eyebrows slightly frowned.

Lin Feng cleaned up the dishes and turned around to see the picture of the sick beauty.

Zhang Yan didn't know that it was just a simple online rumor, but it was so troublesome to deal with. The lawyer replied that because human life was involved, they had to wait for the judgment of the criminal lawsuit before they could proceed with the civil lawsuit.

The hospital was also full of conservative old men who said they had to wait for the official results before allowing Lin Feng to return to the outpatient clinic. This was also for Lin Feng's safety.

Bullshit mutual understanding is nothing but squeezing out Lin Feng's value, and also worrying that public opinion will continue to ferment and cause those old guys' future pensions to shrink significantly.

They are all sophisticated egoists. Their words sound nice, but if you dig deeper, you will find that they are all rotten cesspools. They are only concerned with maintaining their own pitiful and complacent dignity and interests.

Lin Feng sat down next to Zhang Yan and stretched out his hand to rub Zhang Yan's eyebrows. Such beautiful eyebrows would look ugly if they had forehead wrinkles.

"I am going to go back to school to study for a doctorate. It is definitely too late to take the exam this year. I plan to go back to school next spring to find my teacher to learn about the current doctoral examination policy. I will study hard, and after a few years of completing my doctorate, no one will remember those bad things."

Studying for a Ph.D.?

Zhang Yan originally thought that when Lin Feng was frustrated everywhere, he would return to his hometown community hospital to work as an orthopedic doctor as he had thought before.

In Lin Feng's words, as a master's degree holder, he is definitely more than qualified to work in a community hospital. Besides, there won't be much doctor-patient relationship and the workload is not heavy. It is very relaxing and comfortable, and he can enter retirement early.

I didn’t expect that Lin Feng decided to pursue a Ph.D. He’s a real hard worker.

"Okay, getting a doctorate is also a good choice. Nowadays, hospitals are requiring doctors to have higher academic qualifications. I recently heard that you have a doctor with excellent skills, but his professional title has been blocked because of his academic qualifications."

"Yes, it's Dr. Han from the cardiology department."

"Learning never ends, Dr. Lin, I have confidence in you!" Zhang Yan gave Lin Feng a thumbs up.

Although doctors are not omnipotent gods, continuous learning and further study will enable them to help more people.

"Okay, now that you've finished flattering me, do you want to work first or train first?" Lin Feng hooked his finger at Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan suddenly lost all his energy and spirit and hung his head.

This flattery is useless and boring.

"Let's train first..." Zhang Yan thought that after he finished training and washing up, Lin Feng could go back to rest, so that he wouldn't have to waste his energy and spirit by accompanying him here every day.

"Let's go, walk to the gym on your own with crutches." Lin Feng didn't spoil Zhang Yan at all.

Zhang Yan practices every day, and will increase the difficulty and duration of training according to the improvement of his physical condition.

Zhang Yan is challenging the limits of his body little by little so that he can recover faster.

As the saying goes, if you don’t practice boxing for one day, you know it; if you don’t practice boxing for three days, your master knows it; if you don’t practice boxing for ten days, your opponent knows it.

You should never miss a day of practicing boxing.

Zhang Yan’s training cannot be interrupted for a single day.

Sometimes when Zhang Yan goes on a business trip or Lin Feng works the night shift, he will ask Xiao Tang to supervise Zhang Yan to take medicine and train.

Although he was called a supervisor, Xiao Tang really didn't help at all. Most of the time, he supervised by filming the process of Zhang Yan drinking Chinese medicine and doing every movement of rehabilitation training, and sent it to Lin Feng.

When Lin Feng finished his work and saw Zhang Yan's gnashing teeth expression, he realized that the world was still very happy.

Zhang Yan rarely cries now, and it can be said that he doesn’t cry easily.

Perhaps she suddenly realized that she was almost 30 years old and couldn't cry anymore. Zhang Yan's eyes turned red, but she didn't dare to cry out loud, and occasionally pearls fell from her cheeks.

No matter how busy Lin Feng was, he would always take time to watch Zhang Yan's rehabilitation training videos, take screenshots and circle the parts where his movements were not standard, and explain in detail what the correct movements and breathing rhythm are.

Lin Feng will send these screenshots to Zhang Yan and ask him to correct his mistakes as soon as he realizes them.

Zhang Yan also didn't expect that after so many years of graduation, he would still be able to live a life of waiting for teachers to correct his homework every day.

I have to correct it in time the next day, otherwise I will be criticized by Raymond Lam.

Lin Feng even made a PPT for Zhang Yan, showing the details of all the wrong actions he made.

As expected, the reputation of Workaholic is well-deserved. Who can beat him with such enthusiasm?

Zhang Yan finally believed that statement: Lin Feng was a popular person that all department directors wanted to snatch away.

Zhang Yan thought that if only his employees could work one tenth as hard as Lin Feng, then he wouldn't have to sit there late at night reading weird reports made by a bunch of idiots after his leg was broken.

Lin Feng saw Zhang Yan's reluctance, but he neither urged him nor ignored him.

Just standing there, watching Zhang Yan getting better and better.