Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 943: Professional Life

Chapter 943: Chapter 943: Professional Life

An Hao happily agreed.

As An Hao left Yan Ye’s office, her face was full of smiles.

The moment she had entered, Ruan Fangfang had been eavesdropping outside. She only managed to catch a few words intermittently.

What... she strived... made significant progress... capable of independent work.

All of this gave her a strong sense of crisis.

Most importantly, she heard a sentence where Yan Ye asked An Hao if everything in the department had been running smoothly in his absence.

This question made Ruan Fangfang feel as if An Hao was like a plant by Yan Ye inside the hospital.

She was particularly worried that An Hao would reveal that incident.

More importantly, An Hao’s presence put her under a lot of pressure! She could even foresee her own ending now, with An Hao staying and herself being announced to leave.

Even if An Hao was not going to stay in the hospital, who would want to keep an intern with poor performance in comparison to An Hao?

After thinking for a few days, Ruan Fangfang felt uneasy. She had to come up with a plan. If she could make An Hao leave this lab completely before she became too outstanding, that would be ideal.

"Fangfang, what have you been thinking about all this time?" During the meal, Ma Mei noticed Ruan Shuangshuang’s distracted demeanor and asked her casually.

"Aunt, what do you think is the life of a surgeon?" Ruan Fangfang looked up and asked Ma Mei.

"Hands and eyes!" Ma Mei answered. "The hands of a surgeon are extremely important. If you hurt your own hands, you will never be able to pick up a scalpel again."

"Oh," Ruan Fangfang nodded thoughtfully.

"What’s up? Why the sudden question?" Ma Mei put down her chopsticks and her gaze fell on Ruan Fangfang’s hands. "What’s wrong? Are your hands uncomfortable?"

"No! I was just asking," Ruan Fangfang said.

"That’s good then."

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Autumn had arrived in the blink of an eye.

On South Street, it was once again an exceptionally lively season. Before this time each year, the long street would be adorned with various chrysanthemums.

This chrysanthemum exhibition and sale was set to take place for a month.

During the weekends, people would come here to enjoy the chrysanthemums and buy them; this was when the street vendors on South Street would be at their busiest.

It was also the most lucrative time.

If one were to ask who made the most money on South Street, the answer would undoubtedly be the Overlord of South Street—Wang Jiu.

He had just been released from detention not long ago, and his roller rink had been demolished, significantly reducing his income. Therefore, he could only return to his old territory to stir up trouble once again.

At dusk, he walked up and down the street, dressed in baggy pants and a floral shirt, with toad sunglasses on his face, checking out which vendor was doing better business so he could go over and charge them a little extra.

Having no choice, as his recent profits had not been great, he had to rely on this method to earn some money to maintain his lifestyle of drinking every day and eating meat with every meal.

Ruan Fangfang had walked along this street for a long time. She had heard that if you wanted to find Wang Jiu, this was the place to come, especially these days—he would definitely be here.

So, she walked and asked as she went.

"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me which one is Wang Jiu?"

"Wang Jiu? Just look for the guy in a floral shirt with toad sunglasses who walks with a swagger. You can tell by his ruffian aura that he’s the one," the old man said.

"Thank you, sir."

"Ah, the girls these days! Why go looking for that sort of person? We try our best to avoid him."

Ruan Fangfang clearly understood what the old man meant, but Wang Jiu was exactly who she was looking for.