"Mom, don't ask, I'm busy." Zhang Huayao walked over and said exactly the same words as the other person's look.
"Don't you ask her what she is busy with?" Teacher Lu was surprised that his son had this reaction.
"There's no need to ask her what she's busy with. You can guess what she's busy with just by thinking," said Zhang Huayao.
What can Xie be busy with? This stubborn person, who only has medicine in his mind, can only be busy with medical matters, and be found by patients.
Zhang Shuping showed envy in his eyes: Student Xie is just an intern, but he is often visited by patients.
Excellent doctors are sought out by patients since their student days. This phenomenon is very common in clinical practice and is not surprising to senior teachers.
"Go and do your own thing. Dinner is left here for you." Zhang Huayao pointed at someone and gave the order.
Boss Zhang's words sounded like an order, and Xie Wanying stood up quickly.
If you want to be a doctor, it is a good thing to have patients looking for you, because it gives you a sense of accomplishment. The worst thing for a doctor is to have no patients looking for you. So hurry up and get busy.
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Teacher Lu understood what was going on and said to her, "Tell me what you want to eat tonight and we'll prepare the meal for you when you come back."
"Teacher Lu, you don't have to save any food for me." Xie Wanying replied. She never cared about what to eat and was even more afraid of wasting food if she couldn't come back to eat.
"If you say so, I'll keep it for you." Teacher Lu, like Zhang Da Lao, has the style of a general. He didn't give her a second thought and kept nagging, "Make you scrambled eggs with tomatoes, or something else? I'll call Cao Yong. He knows what you like to eat best."
Hu Hao urged her to do so, so Xie Wanying said goodbye to her teachers and senior sisters and walked out. Zhang Tianan and Zhang Tianxing, the two brothers, took her downstairs on their father's orders and showed her the way, showing her where to get a taxi.
Seeing her leave, Teacher Lu called Cao Yong and asked, "Didn't you bring her back to your house for dinner during the Spring Festival?"
Cao Yong: ...Why are everyone vying to be his matchmaker?
"What does she like to eat?" Teacher Lu asked again.
He knew what she liked to eat, the question was, why was he asking this.
"We need to save some food for her. Something has happened to her classmate, maybe someone is sick, so we asked her to go and see him."
Classmates? If they were college classmates, all of them were medical students, they could call her teacher instead of her. As for other classmates, as far as he knew, the only one was the high school classmate who liked to drag her into the mud.
"I see."
"Hey?" Hearing the other party suddenly hang up the phone, Teacher Lu was surprised, "Why did this person hang up on me? He said he knew, but he didn't tell me."
"Mom, don't pay attention to these young people. They have to solve their own problems." Unlike his mother, Zhang Huayao didn't think being a matchmaker was useful.
"I think his attitude towards this matter is a bit strange." Teacher Lu said.
"What are you afraid of? With Cao Yong here, who dares to bully her?" Zhang Huayao said without hesitation.
Zhang's words were sharp-tongued and straightforward. Everyone thought that this was right. Teacher Lu laughed.
After walking out, led by Zhang Da Lao's two sons, Xie Wanying quickly walked to the intersection.
Zhang Tianan helped her hail a taxi.
Zhang Tianxing was more talkative and asked her, "Are you a student that my father likes?"
The medical students who can come to his house to pay New Year's greetings are basically those favored by his father.
Xie Wanying explained: "I haven't studied with Teacher Zhang yet."
"That's strange. My dad seems to like you very much." As a son, Zhang Tianxing can tell how his father looks at people.
Zhang Tianan turned around and told his brother not to speak nonsense on behalf of their father, or he would be scolded by his father, and said, "The car is coming."
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