The answer to who the frontline teachers were was naturally revealed. Zhang Desheng and his friends immediately expressed their sympathy for Pan and Geng.

Li Qian'an tapped his fingers on his chest and prayed for the two students.

"Li Qian'an, where did you learn this move?" Pan Shihua and Geng Yongzhe scolded Li for this move being too aggressive, just like Wei did last time.

Student Li Qian'an has also become cunning now. He raised his eyebrows and said nothing, pretending that he knew nothing.

Huang Zhilei asked his junior to be patient. Song Mao was arrogant, but he was capable. With Song Mao around, he wouldn't be afraid of problems that he couldn't solve.

Several junior brothers sighed inwardly. How could Senior Brother Huang not know that Song Mao had been waiting for an opportunity to make things difficult for them.

"Don't worry, Dr. Song is a very nice person." Xie Wanying followed in Brother Huang's footsteps and comforted the students who were working the night shift with Dr. Song for the first time.

The problem is that Song Cat is only nice to classmate Xie.

While they were talking, Song Xuelin came back to the hospital and prepared to start work. As he walked, he carried the brown briefcase on his back, and ate an apple in his hand.

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This talented guy from Beidu can make people angry wherever he goes.

Before entering the locker room to change clothes, Song Xuelin suddenly stopped and looked in their direction.

The group of people he spotted felt a little guilty.

"Doctor Xie, would you like an apple?" Song Xuelin asked.

"I just had a full meal and don't really want to eat anything else." Xie Wanying replied.

"Want some yogurt? I brought some."

Xie Wanying had two questions in her mind as to why Dr. Song wanted to treat her to dinner tonight.

"He wants you to work." Huang Zhilei hurriedly pointed out the secret hidden in the Song cat's belly.

When seniors want to win over juniors, the first thing they do is to have a meal. After being reminded by Senior Brother Huang, Xie Wanying remembered this and kept saying, "No need to treat me." This is her job.

Song Xuelin paused from biting the apple, his brown eyes fell on the face of the little fool senior, his expression was indescribable, he couldn't bear to look at it.

"What's with that expression?" Huang Zhilei rushed over and rolled up his sleeves.

If he wanted Dr. Xie to work, he would not invite Dr. Xie to eat now. If you don't believe it, refer to who he will let work tonight.

Song Xuelin curled his lips and went into the locker room and closed the door before the little fool senior arrived.

The other students who were standing couldn't help but shiver.

Zhang Desheng and his friends shook their heads vigorously, and before raising their feet, they said to Pan and Geng, "Take care of yourselves tonight."

Before going on night shift, the group went into Senior Brother Cao's office to wait and see if he had anything to say.

Cao Yong was sitting in an office chair, holding the microphone and talking to someone on the phone, with a hint of seriousness between his brows.

"She said she trusts you more and doesn't want to see me." Zhai Yunsheng was helpless and asked his nephew, "Does she have other considerations?"

Probably because this was the National Association, and there was that person in the department opposite to where he worked. Cao Yong could roughly guess what the patient was thinking. Rather than saying that Lin Jiayin trusted Cao Yong very much, it would be better to say that the person she trusted very much was that good gentleman, Dr. Tao.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the patient's final choice. Fang Ze's equipment, talents and technical reserves in neurosurgery far surpass those of the National Association. His uncle is more famous in the neurosurgery circle than Cao Yong. It is impossible for Lin Jiayin not to know these facts.