He Xingye walked over, picked up the bag, glanced at it, and then put it down again.
For the eldest daughter of the He family, having a walk-in closet crammed full of bags and wardrobes is no big deal; one more or one less won't make a difference.
He Xingye leaned back on the sofa.
"This afternoon she came straight to my company and insisted on having afternoon tea with me. It's easy to guess what she's thinking. She felt that she couldn't win over Uncle San, so she started with us."
He Xingye made a bet with He Xingqiong.
"If you don't believe me, ask Xingyue. Fang Li must have gone to bother Xingyue too."
Just then, He Xingyue walked in, looking exhausted.
After several surgeries in a row, she felt like she was about to ascend to heaven.
"Our great doctor is back."
He Xingqiong welcomed her with a smile, "But you look like you've been drained dry today."
He Xingye laughed along with her.
"Thank you for your hard work, great doctor. Your patients will always remember your kindness."
He Xingyue looked extremely haggard, and her legs were stiff.
"I think I should quit this industry. If necessary, I'll ask my third uncle to find me an easier job. I really can't take it anymore. I feel like I could die from exhaustion every minute of every day. It's too tiring."
He Xingyue collapsed onto the sofa, her head slamming heavily onto He Xingye's leg.
He Xingye caught her with a smile.
I straightened He Xingyue's head and massaged her temples.
"I told you not to study medicine back then, but you said you just wanted to save lives. Well, you're so great."
He Xingqiong poured He Xingyue a cup of hot water.
Have you had dinner yet?
He Xingyue was weak and listless.
"I didn't eat."
"How pitiful."
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