The time gradually came to noon, and the last patient came in.
After the patient came in, the person who accompanied the patient helped to close the door of the consulting room without the medical staff taking action.
The medical staff at the scene did not move for the moment and only looked at the situation and movements. It was clear that this patient paid special attention to privacy.
Song Xuelin immediately thought of the last time the female celebrity came to Cao Yong's office to see a doctor. The accompanying staff had almost the same movements. So, who is the patient in front of him?
At the dinner that day, he was not there, but everyone else was there.
The others looked at the visitor with slightly stiff faces.
Today's situation shows that all the patients that night came here chasing after them, including international celebrities.
Fang Qinsu, who was wearing a peaked cap, seemed to think that there was no need to put on sunglasses anymore. He raised his head and revealed his facial features.
It was the first time for Song Xuelin to see him. His brown eyes were round and round, like a camera capturing the facial features of the other person.
It is too easy for a genius to identify whose face this face looks like.
Wei Shangquan whispered into Pan Shihua's ear: "It's really similar."
Pan Shihua hurriedly told Mr. Wei to shut up.
Because the person in front of me had no idea what had happened and seemed to have forgotten everything.
When several people secretly looked at classmate Xie, Xie Wanying remained calm and had a calm face.
Cao Yong's eyebrows were solemn and slightly frowned.
As a doctor, when a patient takes the initiative to seek medical treatment, he must first ask what is going on.
Whether this person was awake that night and whether he could hear and remember what the people around him said is hard to say. Mainly, I don’t know if there was anything wrong with his head.
"Hello, Dr. Cao," Fang Qinsu said.
After all these years, the loose and round flavor in this man's accent has not disappeared. It can only be said that there are some deep-rooted things that are difficult to achieve if someone tries to erase them.
"Yes." Cao Yong responded calmly, and it was clear that the patient at least overheard some of what was said that day. If so, the patient should have known that Cao Yong was missing and wanted to see him. Why did this patient come to the door specially?
"I heard that day that it was Dr. Cao who saved me."
If you want to specially thank him, there is no need.
"Dr. Cao, have you known me before?"
"no."
"Isn't it?" Fang Qinsu repeated this sentence softly, with his chin slightly tucked in. The slender fingers of his hands folded on his knees were strong, and his fingertips sometimes tapped his thighs as if playing Quixote, browsing other people's faces.
His eyes were sharp and domineering.
The international star may have such a posture because he has always been accustomed to being arrogant. On the other hand, this person seems to have come here with some anger in his heart.
"Aren't you here to see a doctor? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Cao Yong asked in a calm tone.
"I thought doctors were very honest, Dr. Cao."
He is very honest, so doctors generally don't like to treat patients who have unclear personal relationships, especially this kind of patient. But this person insisted on knocking on the door.
"If you are not uncomfortable and want to talk about issues other than medical treatment, we need to find another time. There are patients waiting for medical treatment later," Cao Yong said.
"I feel uncomfortable, Doctor Cao."
"Where?"
"I forgot something. Doctor Cao, you know what happened to the part of memory I lost, but you didn't tell me."