Chapter 267

In a word, Meng Qingyang's face is muddled with capital letters.

Students? Father?

Meng Qingyang looked at the cloud poetry standing on one side, and thought. Though he didn't understand it, he also understood how to judge the situation and said: "Hello, Mr. Mu!"

Said, while looking at the beautiful woman standing on one side, for a while, I couldn't figure out her identity.

Look at pretty good, look at this dress, it's not like a student, but the appearance is tender, a face is not beautiful!

Thinking of this, he politely echoed his words. "Is this Mr. Mu's student? I know she must be a talented woman at a glance! "

Cloud poetry exchanged greetings, and his face was extremely embarrassed!

Li Hanlin drew at the corner of his mouth.

A room full of people, young and old, men and women are acting, and their feelings are acting school?

Muyazhe looked around the ward, suddenly gathered his eyes, and said slowly: "this ward seems to be a little simple, not suitable for the cultivation of patients."

The cold words just fell, Meng Qingyang was in a cold sweat, smiled and nodded his head, and turned around to blame the doctor.

It's true that the ward is too cold, but it's impossible.

Li Hanlin wanted to arrange a senior ward for yuntianyou, but yuntianyou worried about mommy's doubts, so he arranged the most common ward.

So Li Hanlin paid for the general ward.

Meng Qingyang was sweating, and the attending doctor on one side was also sweating. Before that, how could he expect that the patients in this ward could be related to such a big number one?

If it had been clear for a long time, let alone the intensive care room, even if it was the only VIP room in the inpatient department, it would have to be vacated for him!

"Yes, I'll put the kid in the first-class ward right away."

Yunshishi stares at them. In her memory, the doctor in charge is very inhumane and indifferent. In a word, she has a bad impression on him!

However, looking at the dean and a few of the doctors in charge who are not joking, they nodded their heads and bowed in front of muyazhe. They couldn't help but smack their tongue.

It was polite again. When he came out of the ward door, Meng Qingyang's brow was relieved, his face was relieved, and he was relieved.

After a long walk, he turned to Zhao Rui, who was behind him, and asked, "Zhao Rui, I asked you, who is the patient in that ward?"

"Come on?" Zhao Rui was confused. "Nothing special, just an ordinary patient."

"Take care of it in the future! Let him live in that intensive care room and send me the best experts and nutritionists. There can be no slightest neglect! "

After that, he said with great care, "patients should try their best to meet any requirements, as long as they are not too demanding!"

"Why?" Zhao Rui is puzzled.

Meng Qingyang asked, "do you know who is the man who just sat by the bed in the ward?"

Zhao Rui shakes his head in a daze.

"Well, there's a big beginning anyway! Don't talk about you, even me, it depends on his face! "

In this area of the capital, no one can offend mu Yazhe. What's terrible is not the man, but the huge Mu family standing behind him. What's more, it's the man's fierce and cold means.