Published at 12th of April 2023 07:01:41 AM

Chapter 419 419 Weibo, painting exhibition, hidden deep (four more)

Next to , the director took his own things and wanted to go back to rest. He saw the strange plan: "What's wrong?"

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

Although the director disagrees with Jiang Xinran's potential surpassing Meng Fu, he agrees with Jiang Xinran's potential value. Hearing this, he lowered his head and glanced. This look was also cold.

Jiang Xinran's Weibo is certified and has a yellow "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's not bad for an amateur to have tens of thousands of fans. Like Gao Mian and Qiao Le, one or two hundred fans is normal.

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

Jiang Xinran's latest Weibo was reposted the day before yesterday.

Vxr: Guess which of my works was selected? @v: A national art exhibition jointly organized by the Cultural Bureau and the Art Association. This year's exhibition area is in Xiangcheng. It is a great honor to be able to become an exhibition area for art exhibitions in Xiangcheng. We have invited many famous teachers in the industry, and At the same time, domestic fresh blood also landed on the booth for the first time...

There are 12,000 comments below.

Of course, it's incomparable to Meng Fu's 1 million comments on Weibo.

But an amateur with 12,000 comments is absolutely against the sky.

The planner took a look and quickly asked the director to popularize science, "This art exhibition is a national-level comprehensive exhibition held once every three years. It has a great influence on the art world and the art world. She can participate in this kind of exhibition? I don't know what it is. Booth."

The director moved his mind, "Look at her Weibo authentication."

Flip up the planning, and click directly on Jiang Xinran's Weibo certification content: C-level member of the Painting Association, ninth-level pianist, silver prize in the National Mathematics Competition...

"A C-level member of the Painting Association? A pianist? A painter?" The planner looked at this string of certifications, and couldn't help being taken aback.

He happened to know from last week that Jiang Xinran could paint, and his painting was pretty good, so the program team also judged that Jiang Xinran has potential.

But it never occurred to him that Jiang Xinran turned out to be a C-level member of the Painting Association.

Never mind, tenth-level pianist, how old is she this year?

After reading the certification, the director continued to slide down with the planning mobile phone, and saw Jiang Xinran's Weibo, mostly paintings, but also pianos.

The comments are not low.

"I said," The planner came back to his senses, his mouth was grinning, he looked at the director, "Look, after the show is broadcast, Jiang Xinran's popularity will grow like a blowout, definitely better than Meng Meng. Fear, a member of the Painting Association, how big this is to be able to participate in this kind of exhibition."

"Xiangcheng Comprehensive Exhibition..." The planning was excited, and he didn't want to take a break, and said excitedly, "Although it is still early, we can communicate with Jiang Xinran in advance to see if we can go in and take a photo!"

The planner is not from CCTV. He considers not only documentaries, but also the highlights and traffic exposure of the programs.

**

The next day, early in the morning.

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

When they arrived, they happened to ran into Song Ga and the three of them giving acupuncture to the 17-bed patient.

Gao Mian took the medical record card and looked at Jiang Xinran and Song Jia, "You two are amazing!"

On the second day, I dared to get a needle.

"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?"

"Very good, I feel a little bit on my toes," Boss Liu clearly felt a little blood flow through his legs. He looked at the three of them and was very excited. "Thank you three little genius doctors."

Gao Mian recorded Boss Liu's legs. He smiled brightly, Boss Liu, you probably don't know, this one, he pointed to Song Jia, this one is the star of the future!

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

Gao Mian nodded with Song Jia, speeding up the movement in his hand.

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

Including this time, for operations above Level 4, Dr. Chen still called them.

Gao Mian grinned at the corner of his mouth, and was grateful for his choice once again in my heart.

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

"Okay." Meng Fu nodded towards him.

Qiao Lepi smiled, "Good morning."

**

Meng Fu always has a lazy look, and Chen Chen's face is fascinating. He is truly a beauty from the north and is unique.

Even in a white coat, it makes people feel less like a doctor.

She lazily put one hand in her pocket, and one hand directed Qiao Le to draw the curtain, half sitting on Xiao Wei's bed.

Compared with the seriousness of Song Jia's trio, it is somewhat cynical.

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

Cook once and cooked again.

Today Qiao Le is more stable than yesterday, and she found several acupuncture points without Meng Fu's prompt, but the depth of the needle is not well controlled, which makes Xiao Wei feel more painful.

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

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

Meng Fu yawned, and instructed Qiao Le to put away the silver needles, lazily recording Xiao Wei's situation today, and after he finished remembering, he took Qiao Le to the emergency room.

All the doctors left.

Boss Liu looked at Meng Fu's less serious back, then glanced at Xiao Wei, whose fingers were shaking, and smiled and said, "Xiao Wei, do you feel your toes? My toes feel a bit."

Xiao Wei's face was very hard, he didn't say a word, only glanced at Boss Liu, and then looked back.

In the quilt, his toes moved.

Xiao Wei's dim eyes gradually lightened.

**

Qiao Le followed Meng Fu, thinking about Song Jia and the three of them going to see Director Chen for surgery.

I didn't want to understand for a long time, so I asked, No, Dr. Chen hasn't looked at you three times in a row. I remember he clearly praised you last time.

Calm and clear-headed, the key is that she seems to have a clear mind with Dr. Chen.

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

Why didn't you call Meng Fu for these operations?

Meng Fu put his hand in his white coat, his brows were sober, he glanced at her, and said lazily: "Do you want to watch?"

"Huh? Dr. Chen has a rare operation. He can learn from him. Many people can't ask for it, but I can't learn anything." Qiao Le shook his head, "I just said you..."

"I don't want to go, then forget it," Meng Fu nodded, indicating that he knew it, "You should practice this set of acupuncture in the past few days."

Qiao musician put his hands behind his head and sighed: "Then you don't mean that we can go if we want to go. I will get familiar with acupuncture and moxibustion first."

Of course, Qiao Le still doesn't know that the acupuncture foundation Meng Fu handed over to her casually at this time will allow her to sweep everyone in the same generation except Meng Fu.

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

Qiao Le: "..."

Why, Meng Fu can live till now?

**

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

The afternoon is when they go to the equipment room to learn acupuncture.

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

Meng Fu is not in a good mood, every time she comes back from the emergency room, she is not so good.

She taught Qiao Le to get a needle.

At night, 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 witty and didn't 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 also prepared one for him."

Meng Fu thought for a while, seriously commented, "Then he must be moved and cry."

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows, feeling that Jiang Xinchen might not be too touched, and then took out a blank greeting card to Meng Fu: "You write a greeting card for him, and I will send it back together at some time."

Meng Fu is on the 26th after recording the show, and has to go to the filming scene, and there is no time to go back.

"Will write him a greeting card?" Meng Fu took it, biting the straw, "So squeamish?"

She put half of the milk tea in Su Cheng's hands, holding the greeting card and writing a random sentence.

looked up and saw that Su Cheng looked at the milk tea cup and did not speak.

Meng Fu paused, and looked at Su Cheng strangely: "Do you want to drink?"

She glanced at Su Cheng, then lowered her head, drank all the milk tea he was holding, then inserted the greeting card into Su Cheng's pocket, and said seriously: "Give it up."

After finishing speaking, she put on her hat and went straight back to the dormitory.

When he returned to the dormitory, Song Jia had just returned. Gao Mian was pouring water in the hall. When Meng Fu came back with Song Jia, he greeted them.

Song Jia glanced in the hall, "Where is Jiang Xinran?"

Gao Mian smiled mysteriously, with a little excitement on his face: "The director let her out."

"Director?" Song Jia was taken aback.

Gao Mian couldn't hold back, She is really a painter! She is also very famous!

Qiao Le was also sitting in the hall, and when she heard this, she also said, "She is only 20 years old, and the painting has been included in the China National Exhibition."

Meng Fu yawned, and tears came out of her peach blossom eyes.

When she heard the National Exhibition, she glanced at Qiao Le and said casually: "National Exhibition?"

Qiao Le saw Meng Fu interested in one thing for the first time, and quickly explained to her: "The National Exhibition is a triennial art exhibition, a very important exhibition! Jiang Xinran is a painter with superb painting skills. I saw it. Her Weibo, that picture of the peony, is almost fake, and it is much better than what she painted in the dormitory. She hides it too deep. The most important thing is that you should not have thought... She is C from the headquarters of the Beijing Painting Association. Grade students!"

**

The right thumb trembles as soon as it is bent. I have been thousands of degrees for an hour so it's late

Mainly Qiandu said that this is Parkinson (smile), **** thousand degrees, mad at a code word

good night

(End of this chapter)