Rich people are more stingy about some things.
Zhao Wenzong recounted: "I told her that it was impossible for her aunt not to know that Yingying was studying at the Guoxie Medical College."
"Yes, she and Zhang Wei used to be desk mates, how could she not know?" Teacher Zhuang also began to suspect what was wrong with this person.
"As a result, her mother said that you are a student, unlike me who has a job. I found it even more ridiculous. Even if I have a job, I am a computer expert, not a doctor, so how can I know a doctor? You are the only one who knows a great doctor, Yingying." Zhao Wenzong adjusted the frame of his glasses and said helplessly to Zhang Wei's mother, "Wouldn't it be the most direct way for you to find Yingying? Yingying, you are studying in medical school, so you must know doctors in the hospital, right?"
"That's for sure." Teacher Zhuang pointed at Xie Wanying, "Many of her teachers are doctors in the hospital, right?"
"Yeah." Xie Wanying nodded.
"She just asked me to help her find someone in the hospital." Zhao Wenzong was almost at his wit's end. After all, she was the mother of his high school classmate, and he was not a bad person, so he would not do something cruel like pretending to disappear.
To put it bluntly, Zhang Wei's mother didn't want to find Xie Wanying. Most likely, she didn't approve of Xie Wanying's ability to study at the National Association for the Advancement of Chinese Medicine, and she didn't approve of her potential to be a doctor at the National Association for the Advancement of Chinese Medicine in the future.
It would be better if she didn't come to see her. She couldn't ask the teacher to help her open the back door, Xie Wanying thought.
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Teacher Zhuang had the same idea and said bluntly: "It's best not to come to Yingying. Yingying will have less trouble."
Zhao Wenzong thought about it and laughed.
After having lunch at the teacher's place, I received the German course schedule.
The teacher needs to rest in the afternoon.
Zhao Wenzong received a notice that he had to go back to work for something and had to leave first. He said goodbye to her: "You can come to see me when you come to the Foreign Languages University for classes in the future. I will invite you to have dinner in our school cafeteria."
"Yeah." Xie Wanying nodded with a smile.
After Zhao Wenzon left, Xie Wanying remembered what Senior Brother Cao had told her and picked up her cell phone.
"Did you come here by bus?" Teacher Zhuang asked her about her transportation problem.
"A senior brother drove me here." said Xie Wanying.
Teacher Zhuang narrowed his eyes at her cunningly: "What senior brother?"
"My senior from the neurosurgery department is a very nice person." Xie Wanying confessed to her teacher, "He was out for something and said he could give me a ride on the way back."
"Call him quickly." Teacher Zhuang said to her readily.
Could the teacher have misunderstood something like my senior sister did? Xie Wanying thought.
The rain stopped in the afternoon. Picking up her umbrella, Xie Wanying left her teacher's house and walked to the gate of the community to wait for Brother Cao's car to arrive.
After a while, Cao Yong drove the car to her, waited for her to get in the car and asked her, "How is it?"
"I met my high school classmates and had a great chat." Xie Wanying replied.
"High school classmates? Boys, girls, or a group of people?"
"It's a boy, the classmate who used to sit behind me."
Junior Sister was a completely honest girl, so it was hard for him to be suspicious of her. Cao Yong smiled in his heart.
"Is he handsome?" Cao Yong asked casually while steering.
The senior was as friendly as an older brother. Xie Wanying chatted with him as if she were chatting with her senior's family. She said, "I didn't think he was that handsome before, but after seeing him today, he seems to be much more handsome."
Falling in love is a very complicated process. Therefore, when you first fall in love, your brain functions will be adjusted accordingly, stimulating the secretion of various hormones, blushing and heartbeating, and even blinding because of your focus on the object. As a neurosurgeon, when he heard the junior sister talking like gossiping, he knew that the junior sister's brain was not good at love.
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