As they followed the senior, Xie Wanying eagerly discussed the case: "Teacher Chang, did you think the patient might have a tastatic tumor after reviewing the film last night?"
Last night, Student Geng was quite frightened by this possibility. It would have been better if the teacher had explained the reason earlier.
While checking his watch, Chang Jiawei rembered another important matter: "Your Teacher Fu probably hasn’t had breakfast yet this morning. We need to buy sothing for him to eat. You go ahead and order, like last night. I found you’re good at picking dishes for people."
"Teacher Chang." Xie Wanying doubted whether he heard her talking.
On a bright and sunny morning, don’t talk about dry academics and illnesses, let’s discuss food. Chang Jiawei ntioned the importance of the stomach to her: "I’m hungry. Aren’t you hungry? Even if you’re not, your Teacher Fu must be."
The senior didn’t seem to be starving, Xie Wanying realized this and said: "Yes, Teacher Chang. Actually, I don’t know the teacher’s preferences. You’ve always been with Teacher Fu, so you should know better what he likes to eat."
"Do you want to know what your Teacher Fu likes to eat?" As he said this, Chang Jiawei deliberately leaned in a bit closer, his eyes capturing 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 such a question? Others might mistakenly think she wanted to bribe the teacher.
"Maybe Teacher Fu would like porridge." Xie Wanying speculated based on her observation of the teacher’s light taste preferences during last night’s hot pot al.
"Do you think I would, as you suppose, also like porridge like him?" After casting the bait about the old classmate, Chang Jiawei slyly shifted the topic to himself, testing her thoughts about him.
"Teacher Chang often dines with Teacher Fu, so your tastes might be similar, I’m not sure if I’m wrong." Xie Wanying finished her answer with a look of serious contemplation.
He was truly impressed by her straightforwardness, not thinking elsewhere. Chang Jiawei had a sudden idea, his gaze fell on her right shoulder like Columbus discovering a new continent: "There’s a little sothing on your clothes, don’t move, I’ll get it for you." Saying this, he reached his hand out to try to touch her right shoulder.
At that critical mont, a bell rang.
It was the phone ringing in her pocket. Without a second thought, Xie Wanying lowered her head and took out her phone.
Chang Jiawei’s hand, not having touched her clothes, stopped in mid-air, feeling the breeze blowing over it. He squinted his eyes with displeasure, wondering who was the buzzkill calling her.
"Hello." Xie Wanying turned her back to him in a hurry to answer the phone without checking the caller ID, asking, "Who is this?"
"Yingying."
The voice of Senior Cao.
"Did you go out for a run?" Perhaps hearing the noise from the street on the other end, Cao Yong asked her.
"Yes." Xie Wanying’s lips curled up slightly, thinking that Senior Brother was like Sun Wukong with clairvoyance, able to guess what she was doing.
"Have you had breakfast?" Cao Yong asked with concern.
"Just about to get breakfast. Have you had yours, Senior Brother?" Xie Wanying countered.
"Not yet." Cao Yong replied.
"Did Senior Brother co to the hospital?" Since he called and hadn’t eaten breakfast, she guessed Senior Brother was rushing over, most likely hurrying back to the hospital departnt to work.
"I had so matters to return to the hospital. I heard about your classmate’s situation. Later, I’ll drop by the orthopedics departnt to check on the patient." Cao Yong talked about his plans.
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