Lin Jiayin turned back to her doctor classmate and said, "I have something else to do in the afternoon. Let's do this first. I'll leave first."
"Have a good meal first when you go back. I've told you about other things that need to be said. You can weigh it yourself." Cao Yong said.
Even if he is a classmate, as a doctor, that is all he can say. A doctor cannot force a patient classmate to perform an operation that he does not want.
Such a strong person, at this moment of life and death, if you don't say frail or not, your heart must be filled with sadness.
"Who is that, does he work in the department opposite you? I heard that it is like this -" Lin Jiayin obviously hesitated for a long time before slowly spitting out these words from her lips.
The sound of the flicking film next to him stopped immediately. The light in Song Xuelin's brown eyes turned slowly, and in fact it was a terrifying cat light. Who knew that what happened this morning until now, it seems that things have never exceeded him
Song Mao’s surprise.
Cao Yong's hand was on the mouse he was working on. When he heard the patient's sudden question, he was forced to turn back from the computer and said with the same surprised tone: "Are you talking about Zhijie?"
It was really about that Buddha. Song Xuelin put away the film in his hand and became excited.
"He is -" Lin Jiayin's response clearly acknowledged the other party's guess.
"He works in the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department. I remember you met him. Do you want to meet him?"
"Don't tell him about my illness."
"It doesn't matter if you let him know. He is a doctor and will keep it secret for you."
"No, don't tell him. When I contacted him by email before, I told him that I would give him performance tickets and let him come to my performance," Lin Jiayin said.
After hearing what she said, Cao Yong shook his pen.
So everyone has his or her own secrets. It was also the first time that he knew that the high school classmate sitting in front of him had email contact with the person in the department opposite. Who knows, this female classmate suddenly thought of coming to see him, Cao Yong, for treatment.
It was because of the relationship with the person opposite. After all, Cao Yong and this female classmate had very little contact after graduation. When they did contact each other, they met with multiple people and never had contact alone.
In this regard, Lin Jiayin took the initiative to confess: "He often praises you and says that you are very good at surgery. You studied in the most famous medical center in the country and got the true message from someone. Some overseas patients who claim that they cannot do surgery will come back to you. I am indeed
After hearing that doctors from abroad said that my surgery was not easy to perform, my first thought was to come back and ask you to do it. As he said, you didn't seem to mind and were willing to accept me as a patient."
It is impossible for a doctor to say that he refuses patients who sincerely seek medical treatment for no reason. How could Cao Yong take such baseless rumors to his heart?
Besides, to be honest, the star classmate sitting opposite him had no idea about the rumors about Cao Yong. He was working overseas every day and had no time to come back and start rumors with Cao Yong.
I really like someone. A big star like Lin Jiayin, who is so smart, must not spread rumors but try his best to protect the one he loves. Just like Cao Yong, who wants to protect the girl he likes as much as possible. So Lin Jiayin suddenly appeared with someone.
When he received the message, he was shocked as well as Cao Yong.
Although it is not clear what kind of relationship the two people are currently in, what Cao Yong can tell the patient is: "You don't have to be too pessimistic. If you understand his personality, you will know that as a doctor, he will only think about helping you first."
The disease is cured."
Lin Jiayin's eyelashes were slightly drooped, not showing whether she had listened or not. The manager came to urge her again, and she stood up and left.
