When the dean came to find Dr. Yan, he was writing at his desk.

The dean was not an ungrateful person. Seeing Dr. Yan writing something, he was worried that he was writing a diary or something, so he knocked on the door and went in after receiving the approval.

Not many people nowadays are willing to write with paper and pen.

Dr. Yan's behavior of writing things can easily remind people of Chen Yu, who had taken a laptop to run away wherever he went.

After the dean sat down, he naturally used this to open up the topic.

Dr. Yan didn't say much, listened quietly to the chattering dean and chatting endlessly. Now he was so ruthless about Chen Yu, the one with the same name on Chen Yu, on the Internet.

He disagrees with the black fans' views and praises Chen Yu in their hospital for being excellent.

The dean, who had finally taken a breath after a series of breath, felt that for a while, Dr. Yan, who could not beat a single stick, would not reply to him. As soon as he got up, he poured a glass of water to drink, Dr. Yan was not too anxious: "Actually, you already knew that Chen Yu was Chen Yu."

Dean: "Puff——Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Dean: "Why do you still have this personality?"

It’s okay if you don’t speak, but you don’t stop talking as soon as you speak.

Moreover, he treats patients as gentle as the spring breeze, and he likes to make jokes about their colleagues.

Such people who are choked by drinking water cannot avoid even if they are the dean or his leader.

"Since you know, don't you have anything to say?"

Dr. Yan closed the cover of the pen: "Even if I have something to say, what's the use of saying it? It's better not to say it."

"But I really want to hear your opinion."

The dean pulled some tissues and wiped the water he sprayed on the floor to prevent someone from slipping when he walked over.

"Don't worry too much. Chen Yu looked young and had a very mature mind. And he had a resilience in his bones and would not be defeated so easily."

The dean looked up in surprise: "It's rare that you can say such words. Have you finished watching "The Old Man and the Sea"?"

Dr. Yan stretched out one hand and tapped the notebook on his desk with his fingers: "I'm writing a reading review."

The dean was very interested. You should know that after reading this article, he was so excited that he wanted to practice Tai Chi on the spot in his office and use Qigong to cure all the patients in the hospital.

Dean: "Then do you feel better? It's that feeling of excitement!"

Dr. Yan looked at the shadow of the tree outside the window and said, "Well, maybe."

"Can you give two examples? For example, where you see it, you feel very touched."

Dr. Yan: "The old man was covered in scars, and the only thing he dragged back was a fish bone, and he got nothing."

Dean:???

Dr. Yan: "It took so much time and energy to go out for so long. In fact, it would be better not to go out if you are empty when you come back."

Dean:...

Dean: "No, although the story is like this, don't you read anything else from it? Sometimes we focus on the result, but the process."

There was no wind outside the window, nor the sun was strong. The heaven and earth honestly depict everything in simple colors, like countless scene templates that would not leave traces in memory.

"But if you know the result is not good, why do you still have to repeat this process? It would be fine if the process is not sweet enough, but the process is so challenging and difficult, and there is nothing worth remembering except to cause trouble."

Dr. Yan looked out the window quietly, with no place to look. In fact, the scenery outside was too ordinary, and there was no freshness, and there was nothing good to look at.

He was calm enough, and the dean blinked his eyes and was completely incorrect.

Suddenly, he received a completely opposite idea from the information he obtained, and the dean didn't even know what to say for a moment.

And he vaguely felt that Dr. Yan seemed to be evaluating the book, but in fact he was implying something else.

As a person who is quite familiar with Dr. Yan's past, he quickly figured out what Dr. Yan was thinking at this time.

He just opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

If he is not a doctor, but just an ordinary person, because he does not understand the relevant pathological knowledge, he can instead speak out and make optimistic predictions.

But they are both doctors, and there is no saying that kindly lies comfort people.

After all, everyone knows what they want to say as soon as they open their mouths.

The dean stood up and threw the wet tissue in his hand into the trash can.

The wet touch on his hands is not strong, but it makes them, who are basically a little obsessed with cleanliness, feel like they are stuck in their throats.

"Actually, there is no need to be blindly pessimistic. After all, medicine and literature are constantly developing. We don't talk about so much, just talk about Shen Yu around us. The new literary genre he has created now may be a turning point."

"It's a turning point or a disaster, but it's actually possible. Although the current performance is guiding the development in a better direction, and perhaps not fully alleviated, it has also been partially alleviated, and some patients have even been treated with extremely efficient treatment. But when you look at the content of the black post that has been sensational, you also know that the crisis actually exists is not groundless."

If someone else said this truth was fair, the dean would even think that this person was smart and knew how to think.

But Dr. Yan is not good. The dean classified Dr. Yan as a faction that supports Shen Yu. At this time, he said something that neither side wanted to help, which was no different from directly criticizing Shen Yu.

"Do you think Shen Yu has bad intentions?"

Dr. Yan took his gaze helplessly and glanced at the dean: "Don't just beg for the fire, I definitely won't feel that way."

The dean swallowed the breath that had reached his throat.

Dr. Yan: "It's just that sometimes things don't go as they wish. Even if some people don't think so in their hearts, the rolling trends will inevitably go against their wishes."

For a moment, the dean felt that he was just a pump. He just went out in one breath and rushed up again in another breath.

"What do you mean? I'm so sorry, the kids have left you a book."

Dr. Yan lowered his eyes: "I'm a little worried about him."

"Didn't you just say you're particularly relieved about him? I think he's tough."

Dr. Yan stopped talking.

Some people cry every day, but in fact they are stronger than anyone else when they encounter something.

Some people look like iron men, and their hearts are as soft as tofu brains.
Chapter completed!