Fu Yan smiled, "Tell the Ye Family that you can help arrange for Old Madam Ye to go first."
Dr. Wu: "..."
When everyone had left, Xie Cheng gleefully approached. "Tsk tsk tsk, if those young nurses saw this cold-blooded side of you, I guarantee your title as the hospital flower would vanish instantly!"
Who doesn't work in the hospital without a heart of compassion?
Yet, this Fu Yan, though responsible in his work and strong in practical surgery, always seemed to treat patients as if through a veil, and even his smiles carried a clear sense of detachment and aloofness.
Not to mention his earlier attitude toward Old Madam Ye...
To this, Fu Yan merely smiled nonchalantly, "Consider it a gift, no thanks needed."
Xie Cheng clenched his teeth, "Ptui!"
As if giving it as a gift would make him stay...
Fu Yan couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore. He grabbed his white lab coat, put it on, then picked up his phone and squinted as he began to text:
[Honey, are you filming?]
