As she followed her senior, Xie Wanying enthusiastically discussed the case: "After reading the film last night, did Professor Chang think that the patient might have metastatic tumors?"
Last night, student Geng was scared to death by this possibility. It would have been better if the teacher could explain the reason earlier.
Chang Jiawei looked at his watch and recalled other important events: "Your teacher Fu probably hasn't had breakfast this morning. We need to buy him some food. You take the order, like you did last night. I found that you are very good at helping people order food."
"Teacher Chang." Xie Wanying wondered if the other party didn't hear her.
On a sunny morning, let's not talk about dry academics and illness, but about food. Chang Jiawei told her about the importance of the stomach: "I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry? If you're not hungry, your teacher Fu is hungry too."
The seniors were not like her who were hungry. Xie Wanying understood this and said, "Yes, Teacher Chang. Actually, I don't know what the teacher likes. Teacher Chang has always been with Teacher Fu and should know what Teacher Fu likes to eat better than I do."
"Do you want to know what your teacher Fu likes to eat?" Chang Jiawei deliberately moved his face closer to her, his eyes capturing the micro-expressions on her face.
She really wanted to please Professor Fu because her goal was to study cardiothoracic surgery. The problem was, how could she answer such a question directly? Others would mistakenly think that she wanted to bribe the teacher.
"Maybe Teacher Fu would like to drink porridge." Based on the teacher's food preferences observed during the hot pot dinner last night, Xie Wanying speculated that Teacher Fu seemed to have a lighter taste.
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"Do you think I like drinking porridge as much as he does, as you think?" After throwing out the bait of his old classmate, Chang Jiawei cunningly turned the topic to himself to test her thoughts on him.
"Teacher Chang and Teacher Fu often dine together, so their tastes may be similar. I don't know if I'm wrong." Xie Wanying finished her answer, looking thoughtful.
I really admire her for being so stubborn and not thinking of going anywhere else. Chang Jiawei suddenly had an idea, and his eyes fell on her right shoulder, as if Columbus discovered the New World, and said, "There is something on your clothes, don't move, I will help you remove it." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and tried to put it on her right shoulder.
At this critical moment, the bell rang.
It was the phone in her pocket that rang. Without thinking, Xie Wanying lowered her head and took out her phone.
Chang Jiawei's hand did not touch her clothes but stopped in mid-air, being blown by the wind. He couldn't help but squint his eyes in displeasure, wondering who was calling to spoil the fun.
"Hello." Xie Wanying turned her back to the person and asked, "Who is this?" without checking the caller ID.
“Yingying.”
The voice of Senior Brother Cao.
"Did you go out for a run?" Perhaps because he heard the noise from the road across the street, Cao Yong asked her.
"Yes." Xie Wanying's lips curled up slightly, thinking that her senior brother was like Sun Wukong who had the ability to see thousands of miles away and could actually guess what she was doing.
"Have you had breakfast?" Cao Yong asked with concern.
"I was just about to go buy breakfast. Brother, have you eaten?" Xie Wanying asked back.
"Not yet." said Cao Yong.
"Has senior brother come to the hospital?" He called her and hadn't had breakfast. It was estimated that senior brother was in a hurry, most likely rushing back to work in the hospital department.
"I have to go back to the hospital for something. I heard about what happened to your classmates. I'll stop by the orthopedic department to see a patient later." Cao Yong talked about the arrangements.
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