Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  Just out of the operating room, Director Hu Dong suddenly let out a sneeze, not knowing who was scolding him. If he knew that his kind invitation to Yang Zongbao, the young anesthesiologist who had just joined, made him question his 40-year stance on heterosexuality, he would probably vomit blood and die.

  Yang Zongbao finally pushed the patient with esophageal cancer out of the operating room at 4 pm. After sending him to the ward and instructing his family members on several matters that needed attention, he came out again, feeling as if a pair of eyes were staring at him. But when he suddenly turned his head to look, there was no one there.

  Did I encounter something unclean? Unlikely, as I'm an atheist. But after going back and forth several times, it was unbearable. It wasn't until I walked into the elevator that a little girl rushed in and bumped into me.

  "Be careful." Yang Zongbao supported the little girl who had bumped into his arms. After supporting her, he pushed her away a bit. He wasn't very fond of physical contact himself.

  "Right, sorry." The other party apologized.

  "It's okay." The other person's voice made him somewhat familiar, when Yang Zongbao saw the bandage wrapped around the girl's hand, he realized it was the girl from last night's emergency room, so he asked very considerately: "Which floor are you going to? I'll help you press the button."

  "The...the first floor" The girl said in a particularly timid and soft voice.

  "Uh-huh, I'm going up. But first, let me send you down to the first floor." Yang Zongbao thought that since it didn't make a difference of just a few minutes, he might as well be a good person and let the little girl go downstairs first.

  "Thank you," the girl said softly.

  "It doesn't matter." Yang Zongbao didn't mind.

  "What I said was thank you for last night." The girl's courage increased a bit.

  "I also said no need to. How did you recognize me?" Yang Zongbao was puzzled, he was wearing a mask last night after all.

  "I recognize your eyes, they're so gentle." Yang Jing lowered her head, her face red to the point of bleeding. She didn't expect that the anesthesiologist's face under the mask would be so delicate and handsome, thinking this made her bury her head even lower.

  Yang Zongbao kept a good laugh and remained silent, with a gentle gaze from his brother.

  When they reached the first floor, Yang Zongbao sent the still shy girl out of the elevator and pressed the button for the 4th floor. Because it was a special elevator for sending patients, there were no other people in it. The whole hospital was where Yang Zongbao could be quiet for tens of seconds.

  Yang Zongbao returned to the operating room, didn't even take a shower and changed clothes to get off work. He had not closed his eyes for 36 hours in a row. Even if he no longer took care of his body, he couldn't hold on anymore.

  Without saying hello to anyone, even if he said hello, no one would care about him. Yang Zongbao was afraid that there were wolves chasing behind him, and he slipped away quickly.

  The director saw Yang Zongbao bringing the patient back, originally wanted to call out to him, but seeing that he was running faster than a rabbit, thought about it and didn't call out in the end. Originally wanted to tell him not to bring buns tomorrow, change the flavor, now thinking about it again, might as well talk to him about it tomorrow.

  Yang Zongbao returned to his rented 60-square-meter two-bedroom apartment. He took off his clothes and crawled into the quilt that no one had slept in for two days, falling asleep.

  He was too tired. After falling asleep, when Yang Zongbao woke up again, it was already 12 o'clock at night, which was just right, exactly 12 o'clock, not a minute more or less. Because Yang Zongbao was woken up by the phone.

  "Hello." Yang Zongbao lazily picked up the phone.

  "Hey, bro, it's me, Dogzi. Want to come out and play?" The phone also picked up the sound of loud music besides the speaker's voice.

  "Aren't you supposed to be on duty tonight? How come you're sneaking out. Haven't seen you for days, must have been itching for it." If anyone heard Yang Zongbao speaking like this, they would absolutely not associate him with the gentle and somewhat timid new anesthesiologist from the hospital during the day.

  "Hey, brother, don't be like this. Just because I brought out a few school beauties to have some fun, you think it's all about you, Yang Ge? Don't disappoint my good intentions!" The voice on the other end of the phone was really not ordinary in its rudeness.

  "You little scamp, be careful or your skin will be pulled off at home." Yang Zongbao was disturbed by this and lost his sleep. He thought to himself: "Where is it?"

  "Little brother knew it was you, couldn't hold it in, at room 1103 of the Jian Guo Hotel."

  "You're getting more and more upscale." Yang Zongbao opened the closet and saw that it was all athletic wear. He had only brought athletic wear from home and hadn't packed any other clothes. There was no choice but to casually put on a set.

  Jianguo Hotel is indeed the best nightclub here. The security guards are also of relatively high quality, and they didn't even stop Yang Zongbao when he was wearing sportswear.

  When I took the elevator to the 11th floor and opened the door, I saw a young lady standing in front of the elevator.

  Yang Zongbao saw the young lady stunned for a moment, and the young lady was also startled when she saw Yang Zongbao. However, the reasons for their shock were different. The former was because the doorkeeper suddenly saw someone, while the latter thought that anyone could come to this place, and what they wore was too tacky. Not to mention the sportswear, it was domestic, and even worse, it had been washed until it turned white.

  Even someone as thick-skinned as Yang Zongbao, under the extremely venomous gaze of the young lady, couldn't help but let his originally strong self-esteem suffer a small injury.

  But all these are trivial matters, and they flashed by in an instant.

  "Excuse me, sir, do you have a reservation? Which room number are you heading to?" The young lady was indeed professionally trained, and there were many wealthy second-generation heirs with special fetishes, such as wearing washed-out white clothes. If she encountered someone like that, the person in front of her would be the legendary "poor appearance but rich reality" prince, and she might become Cinderella overnight. Thinking about this made the young lady's smile even bigger.

  Actually, the fact that Miss thought so was largely due to Yang Zongbao's face, which had good genes and easily gained women's favor. Of course, this face was not as good as those promising young surgeons in the eyes of nurses who generally felt superior in the hospital.

  "Room 1103." said Yang Zongbao.

  It's true that the young lady thought she was too clever, and the men and women in room 1103 had good things in their hands and on their bodies. The very ordinary person in front of her could prove his own value by being associated with the people in room 1103. Birds of a feather flock together, this is an unchanging principle. Of course, there will be a few exceptions, but they are not the point. Thinking of this, the young lady's waist twisted even more beautifully as she led the way in front. The originally short skirt almost wished it could be shorter by a few inches.

  Yang Zongbao is not a fool, Miss's series of expression changes, still won't be missed by Yang Zongbao. But these things didn't need to be pointed out anyway. In fact, Dogzi and Yang Zongbao really aren't people from the same circle. And meeting Dogzi was just an accident.

  "Brother, you're here? Come in quickly."

  The joyful atmosphere in room 1103 was greatly dampened with the arrival of Yang Zongbao. The several beauties who had been eagerly waiting, had their spark extinguished the moment they saw Yang Zongbao.

  Yang Zongbao knew something was off as soon as he stepped into room 1103.

  "Brother, sit down quickly." Dogzi made Yang Zongbao sit between two extremely beautiful girls. One was wearing hot pants with extremely long legs; the other was delicate and charming, with a proud chest.

  Yang Zongbao sat between them, looking extremely out of place, fidgeting and unsure where to put his hands.

  "Brother, drink up." Dogzi handed Yang Zongbao a bottle of Moutai.

  This beer is only about 8 yuan outside, but in this nightclub it's sold for more than 20 yuan. Yang Zongbao usually can't bear to spend that much. Don't look at him smoking, he doesn't drink. Smoking will only make you clearer-headed the more you do it, drinking really makes people do stupid things.

  "I don't drink," he said, putting the beer on the coffee table.

  "Brother, you're not giving your little brother any face." Dogzi didn't know why he was particularly excited that night.

  "The dog, he didn't want to, so be it. Why make things difficult for others? Maybe they've never seen this kind of thing before and are afraid to drink it."

  Yang Zongbao only noticed then, a slightly older young man sitting in the corner.

  A young man with fine, long eyebrows and eyes. Not only did he not look delicate, but he also had a somewhat sinister aura. A very seductive girl sat on the man's thigh, seemingly noticing Yang Zongbao's gaze, deliberately squeezed the girl's full breasts, unbuttoned her clothes, and his hand slipped in.

  The girl let out a soft "oh" and suddenly went limp in the man's arms. A blush rose to her face, so captivating.

  Yang Zongbao really didn't know why he was called here, looking at the situation there must be something going on, it's better to slip away first.

  "Sorry, I have something else to attend to, I'll leave first." Yang Zongbao didn't know why he didn't want these people to know his occupation. It was a person's keen intuition.

  "Hey, don't go, bro. You just got here less than 10 minutes ago, let's have some fun. Let me introduce you, this is the son of the municipal party committee secretary, and also my buddy Qin Shou." Dogzi introduced.

  "Hello." Since they were relatively far apart, Yang Zongbao did not stand up. The beauty sitting on the other person's leg also didn't show any intention of standing up, and if he stood up himself, it would seem a bit deliberate.

  "What a big tone!" Qin Shou was unexpectedly still being unreasonable and didn't know where he got his temper from.

  "Hey, guys, don't be so hot-headed. For the sake of my little brother's face, Qin Ge, let it go. This is Yang Ge, he's now an anesthesiologist at the Provincial Hospital." The little brother mediates in between.

  "Is it the Provincial Hospital?" Qin Shou's attitude softened a bit. The aura of the Provincial Hospital implied family background and personal ability, so even though Ruan was Qin Shou's father and the secretary-general of the municipal party committee, he couldn't intervene there: "I don't know which Yang brother is this gentleman?"

  Although the attitude has improved somewhat, the damn arrogance still hasn't changed, looking down on people with a snooty nose.

  "No, I got in by myself, and my family is just average." Yang Zongbao was still easy to talk to and didn't want to stir up trouble.

  "Oh, ordinary people." Qin Shou heard Yang Zongbao say that his family had no power or influence and didn't think much of it. Young people these days can't wait to brag about their family background. In this era of relying on one's father, nobody hides anything: "Alright, I'll help you make some money, and you get some medicine for my brothers to use."

  "What medicine?" Yang Zongbao now had a bottom line in his heart. It turned out that it was for the anesthetic drugs in his hand.

  "Don't pretend to be stupid, Dogzi said that there's a brother who does anesthesia, and recently the brothers are short of money. Since Dogzi has such a brother, then everyone can get rich together." Qin Shou said it as if it was a great favor, in a good mood, playing with the jade rabbit on his body. The girl had a flirtatious look, full of spring and passion. At a young age, she only had a beautiful appearance. Seeing a man say such domineering words, her heart flew away.