"Who are you asking me? I'm not the roundworm in Dr. Cao's belly." After muttering this sentence, Fu Xinheng decided to sit down. He is not a neurosurgery expert or a psychologist. What is certain is that his old classmate is like this today.
His words and actions are illogical.
Chang Jiawei got angry today: "You can't give him a reason, but you criticize me. Is it my fault?"
After picking up the few documents on the desk and shaking them, he found that his old classmate was unwilling to leave. Fu Xinheng's brows tightened even more. Maybe the other party had nowhere to vent and had to stay here to quarrel with him.
Of course, Chang Jiawei didn't want to quarrel with his old classmate, but because his old classmate tried to excuse Cao Yong with every word he said, it almost drove him crazy.
You and I have a deep friendship as classmates, so what do you mean if you speak for my opponent?
In response, Fu Xinheng once again tried to calm down the other person and said: "What do you want?" He reminded his old classmate not to do stupid things in a cold tone.
It stands to reason that the two of them are free to choose other partners before officially announcing their relationship. Furthermore, Cao Yong cannot be a fool who will destroy his character. Cao Yong has a bright future, and he is heading towards becoming a great leader in the future.
Chang Jiawei struggled to calm down his breathing. If you asked him what to do, he would actually be confused.
After discovering the news in the newspaper in the morning, he hurried to the hospital. In fact, he hoped more than anyone else that what happened next would not happen. But, the worst thing that should have happened happened under his eyes. How could you let him do it on purpose?
Pretending not to see anything happen.
Chang Jiawei raised his right hand and placed it on his heart.
"Hello? Do you need a glass of water?" Frightened by his actions and pale complexion, Fu Xinheng, a cardiologist, suggested.
"No need." Chang Jiawei refused directly. He was heartbroken and annoyed, and was so angry that it couldn't be solved by drinking a glass of water.
"I need to ask you the question you just asked me first." Fu Xinheng said, "If only you can save this patient, can you introduce the patient to other doctors?"
"Why not? I'm not the only doctor in the world." Chang Jiawei said without thinking.
"You should think it through before answering." Fu Xinheng reminded him, "If you think like this, can you be technically unmatched in the future?"
The highest state of being a surgeon is nothing more than to be the king in technology, and to be able to perform surgeries that others cannot do.
"These are completely two different things." Chang Jiawei did not let him lead him by the nose and emphasized his point, "Cao Yong cannot fail to consider the mood of the other person. No matter what happens, there must be give-and-take."
Fu Xinheng's emotions were aroused by him, and he said unceremoniously: "You are a doctor. Let me warn you first, the fact is that one person's mood is definitely not as good as another person's life."
Um. Zhou Junpeng, who was walking against the wall, didn't dare to show his anger.
The atmosphere in front of me was like a powder keg being ignited directly.
"If I go crazy, I will help you get her to work with you later." After Chang Jiawei yelled this sentence, he slammed the door of his old classmate's office and rushed out like a whirlwind.
All he had to do was scold him in public: What kind of friend did he make? He was heartless and emotionless, colder than a robot.
Fu Xinheng picked up the tea cup and saw that there was no water in it. His face was expressionless. He would never regret what he said just now.
Zhou Junpeng could see this: Oh, if this matter is revealed, many people will probably be at odds with each other.