The pissed ghost was stunned, she didn't know that Susie was the King of Hell, so she didn't understand what Susie meant.

However, at this moment, all the obsessions in her heart disappeared.

It turned out that her obsession turned out to be this.

The pissed ghost also smiled.

She looked around: "Thank you."

Originally, watching them watch the 'listen to the story', I still resisted in my heart.

Unexpectedly, after saying it, they were all relieved.

Susie suddenly asked: "Ah, there is one last question! Will you remember those people? Those who said bad things about you, those who lost their temper with you."

The pissed ghost shook his head: "No, it's understandable for the patient to be ill. It's understandable for most of the patients' family members not to understand medical things."

It's over if she can't understand, she still has a lot of things to do, many patients need to be treated, and naturally she doesn't have the energy to hold grudges.

She doesn't ask the public to treat their medical staff as angels or gods, but only asks the public to treat them as normal people, and she is really satisfied.

Susie nodded: "You're really nice."

If it was her, she might not be able to do it.

Playa ghost patted his butt and stood up: "Okay, the ghost story is over, it's time to go back to work!"

Coward: "Well, I'll see if Mitch is awake."

The female ghost in wedding dress held the hand of the pissed ghost: "Come on, I'll go in and pick a grave for you."

The pissed ghost was full of doubts.

Susie went in and took a look, and came out when she saw that the master was still awake and there were no other abnormalities.

In the afternoon, Kellen took Susie to the hospital to visit Craig before returning.

In the evening, after taking a bath and brushing her teeth, Susie went to bed early and hugged her little rabbit.

Kellen touched her little face and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Susie said: "I wonder why she doesn't regret it."

Kellen looked at her, with a warm and low voice: "Even if there is injustice in her hospital, there will be someone even her department director—with gray income, all kinds of unspeakable industry unspoken rules."

"However, the original intention of a person to do something will not change. When they first chose to step into this industry, they also made an oath to the ancestors, and they also held the heart of saving lives and healing the wounded."

"There will be moths everywhere in this world, and there will be unreasonable people everywhere."

"But you have to believe that light will always overcome darkness. It's like where the sun shines, it can overwhelm all darkness."

Just because a small number of quack doctors exist, we cannot deny the silent dedication of most doctors.

Nor can we deny the majority of public officials who contribute to society just because of a small number of selfish and greedy people.

It is inherently unfair to overrule the large part that has been silently paid with a disgusting small part.

Under Kellen's deep words, Susie gradually fell asleep.

There was a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth. In her dream, she dreamed of a big sun hanging in the gourd.

Scared Playa ghost sister and they ran wildly.

Susie laughed out loud in her sleep.

Kellen, who hadn't left yet and was quietly looking at Susie, couldn't help laughing, and nodded her little nose.

"Good night, baby."

Kellen kissed her forehead lightly, closed the door and went out.

late at night.

Kellen sat at his desk, deliberated for a long time and sent out a document.

The sun came out, and the day seemed to go on as usual. Nealon changed into his uniform and secretly cheered himself up.

Before starting work, the boss brought a document and called everyone to come over: "Come here, have a morning meeting. This document mentioned that we should care about, um, our front-line comrades. So what about this document?, I would like to make the following points, ah, first of all..."

Nealon felt a little helpless when he heard the official-talking leader.

For this kind of meeting, he might as well go to the front line to patrol and see.

At this moment, his name was mentioned: "Well, Nealon!"

Nealon was shocked, subconsciously thinking that he was about to be criticized again?

But I heard the above say: "Comrade Nealon has been standing on the front line!"

Nealon listened earnestly and modestly on the face, but in fact there was no disturbance in his heart.

There are too many front-line jobs, but he can actually bear them all. There is no need to emphasize any "sacrifice" or "trade-off" in what he should do in his own job, all he should do.

It's just that Nealon has experienced too much, and when there is something touching, the media all over the Internet will brag that they are heroes, gods, and guardians. In fact, Nealon doesn't like such bragging at all.

How should I put it... Nealon thinks that taking medical staff as an example is very suitable for the point of view he wants to express.

Nealon also hates seeing the media boasting that medical staff are the most beautiful angels when major events come, and filming medical staff who are so tired that they are lying on the ground to rest, and then praise them loudly.

What is the result of this?

He once sent a man in a car accident to the hospital at night, and the doctor happened to be resting, but the man said: The doctor is not going to work at this time, so he went to sleep?

There are a lot, because his job can’t avoid sending people to the hospital. When he meets a doctor for lunch, the doctor says I’ll take two bites later... Some people have a bad temper and say, “The patients are all in front of me, the doctor.” They are actually eating, and even when doctors go to the bathroom, some people are dissatisfied, saying that they can't hold back. Isn't your doctor an angel, the one who saves lives and heals the wounded?