Liang Baichuan recalled events from many years ago; there was soone whose thoughts were identical to hers. And that person, now looking at her with this expression, was digging their ear with a finger.
Twisting his finger around in his ear, Zhang Huayao addressed Student Xie: "You said you’d escort a patient to our hospital, is this person?"
Boss Zhang’s questions always pierced straight to the heart.
Xie Wanying pondered for a mont, then answered: "Yes."
Indeed, there was no mistake. She had encountered this patient on the plane and brought them to Guo Zhi Hospital.
Zhang Huayao blinked twice at her answer, almost blurting out two words: "Very good!"
He hadn’t expected her to dare to exploit the loophole in his words, knowing full well what he wanted to ask.
The air suddenly beca tense, as if every doctor below was so nervous their hair would stand on end, watching Boss Zhang’s strange facial expression.
Zhang Huayao squinted his eyes hard, his sharp gaze seemingly wanting to pierce Student Xie’s face.
Shim Youhuan was perspiring for the little junior sister, yet couldn’t fathom why she’d answer that way.
Finally, Zhang Huayao spoke: "Clever devil."
Spitting out these three words, Boss Zhang flicked his white coat, exiting like a gale leaving a room full of shock.
Listening to Boss’s tone was horrifying. Whether "clever devil" was praise or criticism, nobody but the person involved could guess.
Xie Wanying thought that following standard dical procedures was best for her elder cousin. Just as she’d once told Student Pan, sick relatives and friends should be treated equally. Maintain a physician’s usual mindset and use a calm brain to address professional issues.
If her cousin’s condition ever required a surgical consultation needing Teacher Zhang’s help, there would be no need for her to pull strings or call in favors; Teacher Zhang would surely help the patient in need.
Others glanced at her calm, serene face.
Director Liang Baichuan wrapped his coat around himself, turned, and left following Zhang Huayao.
The young secretary helped the director by carrying his bag, following from a distance.
Those in the control room finally breathed out seeing the two leaders leave.
In the corridor outside the interventional operating room, Zhang Huayao stood where no one passed by, hands on hips, facing the unlit dark yard. His eyes glead with a hint of anger yet to burst.
Approaching him, Liang Baichuan thought: Rarely seen monts when this guy is provoked.
And rightly so, Zhang Huayao is their hospital’s most renowned ergency departnt director, a well-known Boss in the circle, seldom needing to open up a backdoor for anyone. Who’d have thought that tonight, when Zhang Huayao was about to speak, the other side subtly refused without further explanation.
Zhang Huayao adjusted his breathing rhythm to calm and control his emotions.
He’s never opened a personal backdoor for anyone. The reason he’d consider it now was because she had saved his mother before.
What made his emotions nearly explode was her—the girl in her early twenties—and the baffling fact that her temperant could be so stubborn, like a straight-edged old Scalper.
It made him want to pop his eyes out.
Liang Baichuan walked over and patted Zhang Huayao’s shoulder.
Zhang Huayao wasn’t angry; instead, he felt a bit curious, just like his mother. Curious about how such a young person developed such a character; without experiencing hardships, it seed impossible.
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