"If you ask me, who should I ask? I'm not the worm in Doctor Cao's stomach." Fu Xinheng muttered this sentence and decided to sit down. He was not a neurosurgeon or a psychologist, but he was sure that his old classmate's words and actions today were illogical.
Chang Jiawei got angry today: "You can't give him a reason, but you criticize me instead. Is it my fault?"
After picking up the documents on the desk and shaking them, he found that his old classmate refused to leave. Fu Xinheng's brows furrowed even tighter, thinking that the other party might have no place to vent and had to stay here and argue with him.
Chang Jiawei certainly didn't want to argue with his old classmate, but every word his old classmate said was just to make excuses for Cao Yong, which made him almost crazy.
You and I have a deep friendship as classmates. Who do you think you are if you speak for my enemy?
In response, Fu Xinheng once again tried to calm the other party down and said, "What do you want?" He reminded his old classmate in a cold tone not to do anything stupid.
It stands to reason that before the two officially announced their relationship, they were free to choose other partners. Moreover, Cao Yong is not a fool who would destroy his own image. Cao Yong has a bright future and is heading for the future of becoming a big leader.
Chang Jiawei struggled to calm his breathing. If you asked him what to do, his mind was actually a mess.
After finding the news in the newspaper in the morning, he rushed to the hospital. In fact, he hoped more than anyone else that what happened next would not happen. However, the most unfortunate thing happened right under his nose. How could he pretend that he didn't see it?
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Chang Jiawei raised his right hand and placed it on his chest.
"Hello? Do you need a glass of water?" Frightened by his actions and pale face, cardiologist Fu Xinheng suggested.
"No need." Chang Jiawei refused directly. He was heartbroken and annoyed, and his rage was so intense that it could not be solved by drinking a glass of water.
"I need to ask you the question you just asked me first." Fu Xinheng said, "If you are the only one who can save this patient, can you refer the patient to other doctors?"
"Why not? I'm not the only doctor in the world." Chang Jiawei said without hesitation.
"Think it over before you answer." Fu Xinheng reminded him, "If you think this way, will you be able to be unmatched in technology in the future?"
The highest level of a surgeon is to be the best in technology, and to be able to perform surgeries that others cannot.
"These are two completely different things." Chang Jiawei did not let him lead him by the nose and emphasized his point, "Cao Yong cannot fail to consider the feelings of another person. No matter what happens, there must be gains and losses."
Fu Xinheng's emotions were aroused by him, and he said bluntly: "You are a doctor. Let me warn you first, the fact is that a person's mood is absolutely not as important as another person's life."
Uh. Zhou Junpeng walked against the wall and dared not breathe.
The atmosphere before my eyes was like a powder keg being ignited.
"If I'm crazy, I'll help you get her to work here." After Chang Jiawei pointed to the sky and shouted, he slammed the door of his old classmate's office and rushed out like a whirlwind.
The only thing short of that was cursing in public: What kind of friend did he have? He was heartless and emotionless, colder than a robot.
Fu Xinheng picked up the teacup and saw that there was no water in it. His face was expressionless. He definitely did not regret what he had just said.
Zhou Junpeng noticed this: Oh, if this matter were to be made public, many people would probably become irreconcilable.
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