"No need to mention that. Patients are never easy to treat. You can find the same thing with other doctors in the hospital. Let me be clear, Dr. Chang is really busy. Not to mention his age, he has been looking forward to this exchange meeting for a long time." The old lady's smile was kind, but her tone left no room for argument.

They're not the same, how could they be the same?

Yang Qingheng almost scratched her scabbed fingertips under the table until they bled again, but she didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Different doctors have different qualifications, and the success rate of the surgery varies greatly. She didn't dare to gamble with Yao Ying's life.

"Mrs. Chang, here are your flowers." A clear voice came from outside, and a girl came in carrying a bouquet of flowers that was bigger than her.

"This old man." Mrs. Chang sighed helplessly, but she couldn't help but smile. She took the candy, put it on the table, and used the candy to send the little girl away before looking at her.

Yang Qingheng wouldn't leave, so she had no choice but to take a small pair of scissors and cut the flowers into a vase.

But with such a large bouquet, the vase simply wasn't big enough to show it off.

Yang Qingheng's eyes lit up, and she took out the vase from her bag: "Auntie, I just happened to bring one with me, please use this one for now."

"No..." the old man began to speak subconsciously, but the moment he saw the vase clearly, he could no longer open his mouth.

Yang Qingheng understood, placed the vase on the table, and took scissors to help her arrange the flowers. It turned out quite well, and even the old lady couldn't help but praise its elegance.

But thinking of her husband, she was still unwilling to give in: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the old man doesn't have time, and I guess you're in such a hurry that your patient won't be able to wait for him to come back."

Yang Qingheng's fingertips trembled as she pricked her hand with blood from the flower, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

The old woman was startled and quickly brought her a first-aid kit.

Yang Qingheng shook her head, her nose red, looking quite pitiful: "No need, Auntie, thank you for your hospitality today."

"Hey, your stuff."

Yang Qingheng bowed deeply: "I heard that Dr. Chang has saved countless lives, and I am very moved. Moreover, beautiful things should be in the hands of those who know how to appreciate them, so I will give this vase to you, Madam."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Mrs. Chang laughed in exasperation, then said helplessly, "I'm really fed up with you. Just leave an address, okay? I'll ask around for you when Dr. Chang comes back tonight."

Yang Qingheng was secretly delighted.

Mrs. Chang took the address and personally escorted her out of the courtyard.

Yang Qingheng saw her return to the courtyard, wincing in pain, her palms open, clearly showing the scabs she had deliberately picked off.

But she couldn't help but grin.

It's at least half done.

Fortunately, Madam Chang didn't see it, otherwise she would have cursed her as a "thousand-year-old vixen" and taken back her sympathy.