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  While waiting in the lobby of the building, Xie Wanying saw that the front registration and checkout windows were full of long queues, so she had to stand aside. At this time, I received a text message from Senior Brother Cao. Brother Cao looked for a parking space and it seemed that it was difficult to find a parking space in the hospital. Let her go to the Dentistry and Endodontics Department on the third floor to wait for him, instead of standing downstairs.

   There is no seat in the hall downstairs, but it seems to be better up there. Xie Wanying went to take the elevator to the third floor, wondering if Teacher Lu was here.

   Walking to the third floor, there are a lot of patients sitting in the waiting area outside. Fortunately, there are a few vacancies to sit.

  I didn\'t sit down because I heard footsteps behind me. Xie Wanying turned her head and saw a familiar face.

   "Oh, why are you the only one?" Seeing her, Teacher Lu patted her thigh and called out, "Where\'s Cao Yong? Didn\'t he come with you?"

   "Brother Cao went to park." Xie Wanying replied to the teacher.

   "There is no parking space for parking, right? It\'s rare for him to be confused. Where is the parking space here for him. Does he think it\'s his own hospital?" Teacher Lu recounted the time when Cao Yong, an honor student, was flooded with brains.

   Listening to the teacher nagging her students, Xie Wanying laughed heartily. Teacher Lu wore a deep red gold velvet coat and looked good. Although he underwent chemotherapy after major surgery, he lost more than half of his weight.

   "Why didn\'t you come? Aren\'t you afraid of him?" Seeing that she was standing still, Teacher Lu snorted, knowing that it must be because of her adopted son.

   Zhang Huayao, who was supporting his mother to walk with his right hand, blinked his eyelids when he heard the elder\'s words, and seemed helpless. As a handsome uncle in his 40s, the brown jacket on his body is very cool, and he glanced back at the young man, his eyes full of the old and cunning old style of the senior, and said: "If she is afraid of me, she is not standing here, but Ran."

   Big Zhang never leaves anyone any face when he speaks.

   "You are the happiest when you frighten people to the point of running away with their tails between their tails, right?" Teacher Lu criticized the adopted son for his bad morals since childhood. It shows that the behavior pattern of Mr. Zhang has been there since he was a child, and he has the temperament of a boss since he was a child.

   "They have a guilty conscience, otherwise why are they afraid of running away." Zhang Huayao\'s tone was lazy, not afraid of being told by his adoptive mother that he seemed like a bad boy uncle.

   "You\'ve grown up from a novel like this. I don\'t believe you are evil." Teacher Lu glared at him, in his heart he actually hoped that the child would grow up so much that he didn\'t understand the truth of the need to live in harmony with others.

   Zhang Huayao turned to look elsewhere.

  Easy to change, but hard to change. If he wants to change his temper, he will no longer be called Zhang Huayao.

   If Mr. Zhang turned his head to look at the scenery, Xie Wanying would not have to beat her heart.

   Zhang Huayao turned his head and aimed at her, repeating the last question: "Did you run today?"

   The last time her answer made the big guy laugh. Xie Wanying was very cautious this time and said, "I just ran last night. I didn\'t run this morning."

   "You like running a little more at night, don\'t you?"

   "Depends on work and study schedule."

   "Why are you forcing others to run?" Teacher Lu asked his adopted son.

   "You can be a doctor only if you are in good health." Zhang Huayao replied very readily.

   The boss asked her if she was running because she expected her to be a good doctor. Xie Wanying understood.

   "Yingying, come here." Teacher Lu didn\'t talk to his adopted son, and the mother and son tended to quarrel easily, so he went to find a place to sit and chat with Xie Wanying.

   (end of this chapter)