"Senior Cao went to buy breakfast," Xie Wanying said in response to everyone’s queries.
Oh. The other three understood. Cao Yong was definitely the first to arrive.
"Xie Wanying."
Facing Senior Zhu’s roll call, Xie Wanying was prepared for more concern.
"Don’t worry, I won’t scold you," Zhu Huicang said, taking a contrary approach. He mainly ca to see if Cao Yong was here yet, to see when love would blossom and bear fruit.
Cao Yong wasn’t around, but another person unexpectedly showed up.
Like a whirlwind running into the ER, that person turned their head and saw Xie Wanying, shouting, "Are you okay?"
Everyone turned their heads and saw it was Chang Jiawei.
What’s the playboy doing here? Ren Chongda and the others had question marks popping up in their heads about Cao Yong.
"I’m fine, Teacher Chang." Xie Wanying answered.
As if he hadn’t heard her response, Chang Jiawei went straight up to her, scrutinizing her from head to toe, "Where did he touch you?"
"No—"
"You weren’t touched, right?" Chang Jiawei repeatedly wanted to confirm she wasn’t hard.
"I wasn’t," Xie Wanying said with certainty.
"You don’t need to hide it out of embarrassnt."
"Say that again!" Ren Chongda jumped up. What was this playboy up to, wanting sothing bad to happen to his student?
"You’re mistaken." Chang Jiawei denied the accusation, frowning, "I’m genuinely worried about her."
"Why are you worried about her?"
"Because she’s a good person."
This playboy, his words were all slippery sweet talk. Ren Chongda was annoyed with himself for being tongue-tied and unable to retort.
"Where did you hear this from? From Fu Xinheng?" Zhu Huicang asked how he got here.
"Yes, I went to his office this morning to ask him to have breakfast together, and suddenly heard him ntion this incident," Chang Jiawei explained the sequence of events, thinking of that Robot classmate’s calm deanor, truly more unmoved than even Buddha Tao Zhijie. Others called Fu Xinheng a Robot probably due to his work style; Chang Jiawei called his old classmate a Robot because of Fu Xinheng’s indifferent attitude towards romantic matters. Unlike him, who, upon hearing the news, was alard.
If touched by soone he didn’t like, it would be unbearable—not just for any woman, but also for himself as a man.
The others listening could only think: Could it be this playboy was once touched by soone he didn’t like? Thus, upon hearing the news, he associated it with himself, feeling triggered.
Chang Jiawei addressed the group, "Stop overthinking!"
"You’re the one who said it," Ren Chongda pointed at him.
Chang Jiawei, feeling stifled, stuck his hands in his pockets and turned back to see more people coming in through the door.
This ti, the newcors weren’t from the hospital; they seed to be patient family mbers.
"Dr. Tao." A man and a woman walked in. The woman, who was older, greeted Dr. Tao Zhijie warmly.
As a doctor, it’s common to run into patient family mbers outside the clinic and wards, part of everyday work. For this, Tao Zhijie calmly turned around.
The man and woman approached Tao Zhijie and said, "We saw Dr. Tao’s car at the entrance, so we ca over to say hello. We’re very grateful for Dr. Tao’s help with my husband."
"You’re welco." Tao Zhijie responded mildly. Mainly, being a famous doctor, he faced so many patients daily, making it impossible to rember every patient’s family, especially those who had completely recovered after his treatnt. He had to ask, "Is there anything you need from ?"
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