Around me, the director was holding his own things and was about to go back to rest. When he saw the planner's strange thing: "What's wrong?"

"Look at Jiang Xinran's Weibo." The planner reached out and clicked on Jiang Xinran's Weibo.

Although the director did not agree that Jiang Xinran's potential exceeded Meng Fu, he also agreed with Jiang Xinran's potential. Hearing this, he looked down and felt cold.

Jiang Xinran is certified on Weibo and has a yellow word "v".

Fans: 4.89 million.

Compared with Meng Fu's 90 million fans, 4.89 million is just a fraction of Meng Fu's.

but--

Jiang Xinran is just an amateur. It would be good if an amateur can have tens of thousands of fans. Just like Gao Mian and Qiao Le, it is normal for one or two hundred fans to be one or two hundred.

The director and the planner looked at each other, and the planner immediately turned down.

Jiang Xinran’s latest Weibo post was forwarded the day before yesterday.

vXinranxr: Guess which of my works was selected? //@vXiangcheng Painting Exhibition: A national art exhibition jointly organized by the Cultural Bureau and the Painting Association. This year's exhibition area is in Xiangcheng. It is honored that Xiangcheng can become the exhibition area for the exhibition. We have invited many famous teachers in the industry. At the same time, fresh blood in China has also landed in the booth for the first time...

The following comments are 12,000.

Of course, it is impossible to compare with Meng Fu's 1 million comments on Weibo.

But an amateur has 12,000 comments, which is definitely against the will of heaven.

The planner took a look and quickly popularized science with the director, "This national-level comprehensive exhibition of the art exhibition is held once every three years and has a great influence in the art and art circles. Can she actually participate in such a grand exhibition? I don't know what booth it is."

The director's mind moved, "Look at her Weibo certification."

The plan flipped up and clicked directly on Jiang Xinran’s Weibo certification content: C-level member of the Painting Association, a ninth-level pianist, a silver medal in the National Digital Competition...

"C-class member of the Painting Association? Pianist? Painter Xinran?" The planner couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the series of certifications.

He accidentally learned from last week that Jiang Xinran could draw and did a good job, so the program team also determined that Jiang Xinran had potential.

But I never expected that Jiang Xinran was actually a C-level member of the Painting Association.

That's all, how old is she this year, a level 10 pianist?

After reading the certification, the director took the planning phone and continued to slide down. He saw Jiang Xinran’s Weibo posts, mostly paintings and pianos.

The comments are not low.

"I'll just say," the planner came back to his senses, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the director, "Look, when the show is broadcast, Jiang Xinran's popularity will increase like a blowout, which is definitely terrifying than Meng Fu. It's a member of the Painting Association. How big is this, you can attend such a big exhibition."

"Xiangcheng Comprehensive Exhibition..." The planner was excited and didn't want to rest anymore. He said excitedly, "Although it's still early, we can communicate with Jiang Xinran in advance to see if we can let us in and take a photo!"

The planner is not a CCTV person. He is not only considering documentaries, but also the highlights and traffic exposure of the program.

**

The next day, early in the morning.

After Meng Fu and Qiao Le had dinner, they went to see the patient in bed 18.

When they arrived, they happened to encounter Song Jia and the other two giving acupuncture to the patient in bed 17.

Gao Mian held the medical record card and looked at Jiang Xinran and Song Jia, "You two are so awesome!"

It was only the next day that I dared to have an acupuncture.

"The acupoint map given by Dr. Chen is nothing," Song Jia pulled out the needle and looked at Boss Liu on the 17th bed, "How do you feel?"

"It's very good. I feel a little bit on my toes." Boss Liu clearly felt a little blood flowing in his legs. He looked at the three of them and was very excited, "Thank you, three little doctors."

Gao Mian recorded Boss Liu's legs, and when he heard this, he smiled brightly, "Boss Liu, you probably don't know, this one," he pointed to Song Jia, "This one is the future star!"

Jiang Xinran put away the needle. When she saw Meng Fu and others outside the door coming in, she said, "Let's hurry up, we'll see Dr. Chen for surgery today."

Gao Mian nodded and Song Jia, speeding up the movements in his hand.

Since Meng Fu went to the operating room twice in a row last time, until today, Dr. Chen's surgery has only been called Song Jia's team.

Including this time, Dr. Chen still called them for a level 4 or above surgery.

Gao Mian grinned, and once again glad that his choice was made.

Seeing Meng Fu and Qiao Le, Gao Mian greeted him naturally, "Good morning."

"Okay." Meng Fu nodded slightly at him.

Qiao Le smiled and said nothing, "Good morning."

**

Mr. Meng Fu looks lazy and has a very elegant face. He is truly a beauty from the north and is extremely independent.

Even wearing a white coat makes people feel less like a doctor.

She lazily put one hand in her pocket, and guided Qiao Le to pull the bed curtain with the other hand, and half sat on Xiao Wei's bed.

Compared with the seriousness of Song Jia and the other two, it is somewhat cynical.

The bed curtain was pulled up, and Meng Fu pointed at Qiao Le and asked her to get an needle.

Once you grow old and again.

Qiao Le is more stable than yesterday. She found several acupoints without Meng Fu's prompts, but the depth of the acupuncture was not well controlled, which made Xiao Wei feel more painful.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Looking at Xiao Wei who was trembling in pain, Qiao Le quickly apologized.

Xiao Wei shook his head, rolled up his Adam's apple, and his voice was low, "It's okay."

Meng Fu yawned, and then directed Qiao Le to put away the silver needle, lazily recording Xiao Wei's situation today. After recording, he took Qiao Le to the emergency hall.

All the doctors left.

Boss Liu looked at Meng Fu's back not very serious, then looked at Xiao Wei, whose fingers were trembling, and said with a smile, "Xiao Wei, do you feel your toes? I feel a little on my toes."

Xiao Wei's face was very tough. He didn't say anything, but just glanced at Boss Liu, and then withdrew his gaze.

Under the quilt, his toes moved.

There was a light in Xiao Wei's dim eyes.

**

Qiao Le followed Meng Fu and thought about Song Jia and the others going to see Director Chen have an operation.

I didn't figure it out for a long time, and asked if I didn't understand, "No, Dr. Chen hasn't asked you to watch three times in a row. I remember he was praising you last time."

Calm and clear-headed, the key is that you seem to have a clear understanding of Dr. Chen.

After the operation that day, Director Chen also asked Meng Fu personally, and Qiao Le could see Director Chen's appreciation of Meng Fu.

Why didn’t I look for Meng Fu in these few operations?

Meng Fu put his hand into his white coat, his eyebrows were graceful. Hearing this, he glanced at her and said lazily: "Do you want to go and watch?"

"Ah? Dr. Chen has a rare operation. How many people can learn from him? But I can't learn anything," Qiao Le shook his head, "I'm just talking about you..."

"I don't want to go, then forget it," Meng Fu nodded, saying that he knew, "You have been practicing this set of acupuncture these days."

Qiao Leshou put it behind his head and sighed: "Then you are not saying that we can go as soon as we want. I will practice acupuncture first before talking about it."

Of course, Qiao Le didn't know that Meng Fu's acupuncture foundation that was given to her casually at this time would allow her to sweep away everyone in the same generation except Meng Fu.

"Well," Meng Fu comforted her, "You, the operating table may not work. What should I say, don't force anything, just play with silver needles."

Qiao Le: “…”

Why, Meng Fu can survive until now?

**

All day long, Meng Fu and Qiao Le followed the nurse and doctor to treat one patient after another in the emergency hall.

The afternoon is their time to go to the equipment room to learn acupuncture.

The head nurse in the equipment room is not here today.

Meng Fu was not in a good mood either. Every time she came back from the emergency room, she was not very good.

She taught Qiao Le to prickly.

In the evening, the two went back to the dormitory together. Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car on the road and asked Qiao Le to go back first.

The camera was tactful and did not follow her.

"Why are you here?" Meng Fu sat on the bench in the hospital.

"His birthday gift is ready," Su Cheng looked at her, handed her a cup of warm milk tea, paused, and then slowly said: "I have prepared a copy for him, too."

Meng Fu thought about it and commented seriously, "Then he must have been moved and cried."

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows and felt that Jiang Xinchen might not be too moved. Then he took out a blank greeting card and gave it to Meng Fu: "You write him a greeting card, and I'll find some time to send it back together."

Meng Fu finished recording the show on the 26th and still had to film, so he didn't have time to go back.

"You still have to write a greeting card for him?" Meng Fu took it and bit the straw, "So cute?"

She put half of the milk tea into Su Cheng's hand and wrote a casual sentence with the greeting card.
To be continued...