"It is better to save me from disturbing me and spending my money on playing games. Isn't it good to make money by myself?" Obviously, we, Dr. Huang, aren't very interested in creatures like our girlfriend at the moment!

"The otakus is a lonely life." Miss Wang Ziyi cursed again and then started to eat. It was obvious that she was helpless about Huang Weijie, a salted fish that could not be eaten.

More than ten minutes later, Lin Mo finished the meal. After eating and drinking, he looked at Huang Weijie, who was already empty, and stood up to clean up the dishes. He looked at the young lady Wang Ziyi and said, "Let's go first."

Lin Mo is still very clear about his charm, so as a famous grass owner, he doesn't want to be more casual and flirt with other girls. He keeps himself clean and keeps the right distance from other opposite sexes. This is the most basic respect for love, even colleagues.

Seeing that Lin Mo had packed up the dishes and chopsticks, not to mention Huang Weijie, the two of them put the dishes and chopsticks back to the place where the canteen was collected under the gaze of several girls and walked out of the canteen directly.

When they returned to the emergency room, they walked towards the No. 8 clinic, but when they opened the door, they found that Ling Feng was already sitting inside. After seeing Lin Mo and Huang Weijie in, they quickly stood up and greeted enthusiastically: "Doctor Lin, Dr. Huang is early!"

Originally, Ling Feng was at work time at two o'clock, but he felt that he was still poor, so he couldn't sleep anymore. It would be better to come to the hospital early. It would be better if he could get into an surgical assistant or something. After all, he hadn't seen Lin Mo come to the hospital for two days. In other words, he didn't have much surgery in the past two days! Anyone who thinks he is still poor is extremely eager for money.

"Are you in middle class so early? You should go to work at two o'clock!" Huang Weijie asked in surprise. In his opinion, he wanted to come to work every day, but unfortunately, the old man Huang Bingwen in his family would not be as good as he wished.

Lin Mo also nodded at him and smiled: "Good morning."

"Doctor Huang is right, I am in middle class and work hours only arrive at two o'clock, but I can't sleep in the dormitory, so why not come to work. If I could learn more from Dr. Lin, wouldn't it be better?" Ling Feng replied shyly.

However, after replying, he didn't stand up, but helped Lin Mo move the chair next to him, and said, "Doctor Lin, sit down."

Lin Mo felt a little embarrassed by his actions. Originally, everyone was just a little casual with young people. He was so polite that he seemed very awkward.

However, our big salted fish Huang Weijie was not polite to them. He walked directly to the chair where Ling Feng had just sat down, sat down and said generously: "Doctor Ling, you don't have to be polite to us. Just like good friends and brothers, since you came early today, I will show you my recent masterpiece."

After saying that, he took out the Apple laptop he placed in the drawer and opened it. Lin Mo couldn't help but smile and joked, "Do you dare to spread your broken novels everywhere?"

Huang Weijie was obviously invulnerable to swords and guns. He ignored Lin Mo's words and waited for the computer to turn on, and waved to Ling Feng and said, "Come... Come... Let you see your brother's masterpiece "The Big Star Doctor". I tell you that Lin Mona and I are both great masters who write novels."

When Ling Feng heard this, he hesitated for a moment, he took two steps to the next guy Huang Weijie, leaned over and read it. He asked while reading, "Does Dr. Lin also write novels? Do you don't need to write papers?"

"I won't write the paper anymore. I haven't thought about evaluating a job anyway. Lin Mo is this guy! He is just an intern and is still early to write the paper!"

"Then can you make money by writing novels?" Ling Feng asked again.

After hearing Ling Feng’s question, Huang Weijie immediately looked at him with a fool’s look and said, “You guy won’t be sent by another country! Have you never read online novels online?”

Ling Feng shook his head and said, "I bought my mobile phone and computer after I went to college. Except for checking information and buying things, I have never been online even though I have studied."

Huang Weijie couldn't help but shook his mind and said, "I can't believe you are a college student in the 21st century! This is too scary. Is it so deaf ears to the outside world and only read the books of sages?

"Do you know how much money you can make by writing a best-selling novel? I told you that it would cost at least tens of millions. Do you think it can make money? If you don't say anything else, just talk about the Dr. Lin standing in front of you. If he sells all the copyrights of Zhuxian he wrote, he will definitely be worth over 100 million."

Ling Feng was completely shocked when he heard Huang Weijie say this. He was really unbelievable that Dr. Lin, who took him for the operation, was an invisible rich man?

Lin Mo saw that he was stunned by Huang Weijie's words, and couldn't help but explain: "It's not that easy to make money by writing novels. Don't listen to Huang Weijie's nonsense. I haven't finished writing this book yet! It's not worth much."

Lin Mo was really afraid that Ling Feng would be deceived by Huang Weijie's family to write novels! He didn't want his good assistant to be led by Huang Weijie's salted fish.

Huang Weijie immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Are you selling it now? How about I sell it to me if I sell it for 100 million?"

As soon as Huang Weijie said this, our Dr. Ling Fengling was shocked again! Are these guys hidden in the dark? Are both of his partners so rich? It’s so terrifying to take one hundred million.

Seeing that Dr. Ling is so good at studying medicine, Huang Weijie is about to be led by Huang Weijie, Lin Mo certainly ignored him and glared at Huang Weijie and said, "Don't listen to him, a rich second-generation, making a fool of himself. My book is purely due to luck in getting what I have today."

"That's when writing novels, it's like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge. I don't know how many people write about baldness and their heads are sore and they don't make any money. They're still a steady study of medicine, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't it be better if I just went to seclusion and wrote a book in seclusion?"

Ling Feng nodded. He wanted to say that he didn't envy it was fake, but he knew that he had some skills. The fact that he had lost the watermelon and picked up sesame seeds was not good. So he smiled shyly and said, "I'd better go to the surgery with Dr. Lin honestly! Dr. Huang, you can write a good book. I wish you become a best-selling writer as soon as possible. Leave all the rough and tiring tasks like being an assistant to me!"
Chapter completed!