When leaving with her senior, Xie Wanying discussed the case enthusiastically: "After watching the film last night, Teacher Chang, did you think that the patient might have metastasis?"
Last night, classmate Geng was frightened by this possibility. It would be great if the teacher could explain the reason earlier.
Chang Jiawei looked at his watch and remembered other important events: "Your teacher Fu probably hasn't had breakfast this morning... We need to buy him some food. You come and order food, just like last night. I found that you are very
I can help people order food.”
"Teacher Chang." Xie Wanying wondered if the other party didn't hear her.
On a sunny morning, don’t talk about dry academics and diseases, but talk about food. Chang Jiawei told her about the importance of the stomach: “I’m hungry. Aren’t you hungry? If you’re not hungry, you, Teacher Fu, are just as hungry.
Understand."
The senior was not hungry like her. Xie Wanying wanted to understand this and said, "Yes, Teacher Chang. Actually, I don't know what Teacher Fu likes. Teacher Chang has been working with Teacher Fu and should know better than me what Teacher Fu likes to eat."
"Do you want to know what your teacher Fu likes to eat?" As he spoke, Chang Jiawei deliberately moved his face closer to hers, his eyes catching the micro-expressions on her face.
She really wanted to please Teacher Fu because her goal was cardiothoracic surgery. The problem was, how could she directly answer yes to such a question? Others would mistakenly think that she wanted to bribe the teacher.
"Maybe Mr. Fu likes to drink porridge." Xie Wanying speculated based on what she observed about her teacher's eating preferences during her hot pot meal last night. It seems that Mr. Fu has a lighter taste.
"Do you think I will like eating porridge as much as you think?" After throwing out the bait of his old classmate, Chang Jiawei slyly brought the topic to himself to test her thoughts on him.
"Teacher Chang and Teacher Fu often dine together. The taste may be similar. I don't know if I am wrong." Xie Wanying finished her answer with a serious look on her face.
I was really impressed by her stubbornness and didn't think of going anywhere else. Chang Jiawei had an idea and his eyes fell on her right shoulder, as if Columbus discovered the New World and said: "There is something on your clothes. Don't move, I will help you."
Take it off." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and tried to put it on her right shoulder.
At this juncture, the bell rang.
It was the mobile phone in her pocket that rang. Without thinking, Xie Wanying lowered her head and took out her mobile phone.
Before Chang Jiawei's hand touched her clothes, it stopped in mid-air and was blown by the wind. He couldn't help but squint his eyes in displeasure, thinking that some unsightly person was calling.
"Hello." Xie Wanying turned her back to the person, anxious to listen to the call without looking at the caller ID, and asked, "Who is this?"
"Yingying."
Senior Brother Cao’s voice.
"Did you go out for a run?" Cao Yong asked her, perhaps because he heard the noise on the road opposite.
"Yes." Xie Wanying's lips curved slightly, thinking that her senior brother seemed to have the clairvoyance of Sun Wukong to guess what she was doing.
"Have you had breakfast?" Cao Yong asked with concern.
"I was just going to buy breakfast. Senior brother, have you eaten?" Xie Wanying asked.
"Not yet." Cao Yong said.
"Senior brother, have you come to the hospital?" He called her and he didn't have breakfast. He probably came here in a hurry, probably to go back to work in the hospital department.
"I have something to go back to the hospital for. I heard about your classmates. I will stop by the orthopedics department later to see the patients." Cao Yong said about the arrangements.