"Regarding lying, this topic has always been controversial in the industry. So viewpoints argue that white lies can be acceptable, while others disagree. From my perspective, as long as it’s not profit-driven and aims for the patient’s well-being, then it’s permissible. Of course, it shouldn’t lead to serious consequences. When you take such action, you must ensure a favorable outco."
"Whether it’s good or not is still based on your own choice, isn’t it..." Qian muttered softly.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing! What I an is, I’ve learned so much! Teacher, your words have enlightened . From now on, I’ll practice dicine according to this standard. If one day, you find that I’ve deceived a patient for their own good, and I haven’t profited, would you slap ?"
Mr. Liu was amused by her, "I’ve been teaching all my life and never hit a student, not even those who plagiarize papers. Why would I hit you?"
This little girl is really delightful, Mr. Liu liked her.
Qian made a face at Mr. Liu in her heart. This old lady must have only hit herself in a past life, why does she feel like she’s won a grand prize?
But who wants this kind of prize... she felt so aggrieved inside.
"But, my little cannonball..."
"Teacher, what did you call !!!" Qian was about to have a breakdown; what was ’cannonball’ even supposed to an!
"My little cannonball, together with Yu Gangdan, you make quite the pair. I think you’re worthy of this na, little cannonball. Over the years, I’ve ntored many children, but you are the one who surprises the most and also makes the most uneasy. I feel like your progress has been too rapid, and I’m very afraid that your talent might make you lose the grounded heart needed to be a doctor. Precisely because my expectations for you are too high, I need to be strict with you. If you ever do sothing that disappoints , I might actually hit you, but I would also hate myself."
Hate myself for not nurturing such a good seed properly.
If a teacher fails to nurture a student well, they feel ashad. Even though Liu hasn’t taught Qian much yet, he’s already regarded Qian as his own and wishes to impart all his life’s knowledge to her, making it worth her calling him teacher.
Looking up, he saw tears in Qian’s eyes. Mr. Liu’s heart softened, and he gestured for her to co closer. "I was just saying that, don’t be scared, don’t—"
Mr. Liu stopped because Qian covered her mouth and ran out.
Yu Minglang settled things with Mr. Liu, skipped the drinks, checked out, and ca directly.
Mr. Liu hesitated outside the hospital room; Yu Minglang gestured with encouragent, and Mr. Liu inhaled deeply, as if preparing for battle, then pushed the door open.
Yu Minglang didn’t see Qian around, searched a while, and found his sweetheart sitting by the flowerbed, wiping tears.
Yu Minglang felt tenderhearted, hurried over, sat on the flowerbed, and let her sit on his lap.
"What’s making you cry? Did Mrs. Liu reprimand you? That’s just her temperant; don’t let it bother you. Besides, it’s not warm now, sitting on a flowerbed will chill you."
Qian really didn’t want to cry, but she was feeling too upset now. Seeing Yu Minglang approach, she imdiately wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.
"Xiaoqiang, I was wrong, I was really wrong."
If not for the words from the teacher today, Qian wouldn’t know that when the teacher hit her in the past, that’s how she felt.
Turns out, when the teacher struck her, the teacher was also upset inside, probably blaming herself for not teaching her well. If not for having different feelings for her, how could the teacher have hit her?
Qian had never accepted that slap, wanting to hold a grudge and prove herself, but after hearing those words, she completely understood.
This feeling made her very sad.
Yu Minglang rarely saw Qian lose control of her emotions; she cried sadly, and he gently patted her, waiting for three full minutes until Qian’s emotions cald down. Yu Minglang used his hand to wipe away her tears, his movents indescribably gentle.
"There’s still a breeze now, don’t cry anymore, it will dry out your skin."
"I... just now—" she realized she had lost control of her emotions in front of him again, wanting to leave his embrace and revert to her decisive and wise self. But Yu Minglang held her tightly, refusing to let go.
"You little rascal, crying so earnestly when using , now that you’ve cald down, you want to escape?"
Lowering his head, he kissed her, then released her, letting her maintain the posture of sitting on his lap, gently smoothing her back.
"What made you cry?"
"I just chatted with the teacher for a while, initially wanting to comfort her, but I ended up feeling very sad."
Thinking of sad past events, Qian always finds it hard to separate her emotions from those tragic past life experiences. Whenever ntioned, she is filled with sorrow.
"Mrs. Liu’s ho matters..." Yu Minglang thought for a mont, pinched her nose, "You figured out a plan already, right? I noticed since you’ve returned from the mountains, you’ve beco particularly fond of tricking people."
He indeed knew; Qian adjusted her glasses, still with a nasal tone, looking very serious, yet in his ear, it was so adorable.
"How could it be tricking people? It’s a white lie!"
"Aren’t you afraid your teacher will see through it?"
She even dared to think of such a plan!
Mrs. Liu is a psychology professor, and Qian dared to fool her; that’s bold enough.
"The teacher currently doesn’t have the mind for this. I plan to collaborate with the doctor, have her rest for three days, and prevent her from being discharged. In this ti, I’ll manage the master—I’ve found him easier to handle."
What Qian can do for her teacher is only this much, but truth be told, she is not satisfied.
"I always feel, there should be a better way. Although I’ve temporarily cald Mr. Liu by saying he has mania, deceiving the teacher montarily, and bought three days for the master to change her mind, but if in three days, the master still can’t make it, and the teacher finds out my and Liu Li’s lie, then what?"
"Afraid Mrs. Liu will hit you?"
"That’s not likely; after all, it was her son who initially misled , at most it’s a misdiagnosis on my part. I’m still a child, she won’t bear to hit ."
Qian spoke as if it’s a real possibility.
Yu Minglang internally scoffed, what child! She’s even more adept at fooling people than Mrs. Liu, and now afraid of getting scolded, suddenly decides to act childish.
Minglang not only sighed at the sight of this, always a step away from hitting the jackpot.
"What are you thinking?" Qian waved her hand twice in front of Yu Minglang’s eyes.
Yu Minglang composed himself, "I’m thinking about a very serious issue."
...Of course, such "serious" issues can’t be revealed to her.
"Really?" What serious issue could make him look like he’s been starved for years? Qian was quite skeptical.
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