When leaving with her senior, Xie Wanying discussed the case with great interest: "Teacher Chang, after watching the film last night, did you think that the patient might have metastasis?"
Classmate Geng was frightened by this possibility last night. It would be great if the teacher could explain the reason earlier.
Chang Jiawei looked at his watch and remembered other major events: "Your teacher Fu probably hasn't had breakfast this morning. We need to buy him something to eat. You order food, just like last night. I found you are very helpful. 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 delicious 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."
The senior was not hungry like her. Xie Wanying wanted to understand this and said: "Yes, Teacher Chang. In fact, I don't know what the teacher 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 Mr. Fu because her goal was cardiothoracic surgery. The question is, how can she directly answer yes to such a question. Others will mistakenly think that she wants to bribe the teacher.
"Maybe Mr. Fu likes to drink porridge." Xie Wanying speculated based on her observation of the teacher's eating preferences during the 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. Their tastes may be similar. I don't know if I'm wrong." Xie Wanying finished her answer with a serious look on her face.
I was so impressed that she was so single-minded that she didn't even 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 On her right shoulder.
At this juncture, the bell rang.
It was the cell phone in her pocket that rang. Xie Wanying lowered her head and took out her mobile phone without even thinking about it.
Chang Jiawei's hand stopped in mid-air before it touched her clothes, being blown by the wind. He couldn't help but squint his eyes in displeasure, thinking that some ungrateful person was calling.
"Hello." Xie Wanying turned her back to the person. She was so anxious to listen to the call that she didn't look 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've heard about your classmates. I'll stop by the orthopedics department later to see the patients." Cao Yong said about the arrangements.
