"Nothing happened, really." Xie Wanying replied to the senior repeatedly.
"Did nothing truly happen?" Chang Jiawei asked her again, "I heard from someone that a patientâs family member is bothering you, saying they want to complain about you. Are you sure youâre alright?"
"The patientâs family member was just in a bad mood and spoke harshly."
"Xie Wanying, donât make excuses for them. I heard they wanted to hit you. Did they hit you?"
Even Teacher Chang said this to her. Xie Wanying didnât dare to argue anymore.
"Where are you now? Are you still at Beidu Third Hospital Emergency?" Chang Jiaweiâs tone suggested he was about to go there and find her.
"Senior Cao is driving me back to school. Iâm in the car now." Xie Wanying answered honestly.
Cao Yong was driving her. Chang Jiaweiâs mouth twitched; he was displeased and couldnât understand how Cao Yong got the news faster than he did, a Beitu native.
This was because she had foolishly confessed when she picked up Senior Caoâs call.
"Yingying, I told you in the afternoon, your Teacher Fu and I are Beidu natives and know more people here than anyone else. You can come to us anytime if you need help with something." Chang Jiawei said, making sure to say it in front of Cao Yong.
Xie Wanying nodded and politely thanked the senior for his concern. As she looked up, she noticed that Senior Caoâs profile seemed slightly cold.
This playboy pretending to care by calling her. Cao Yong was displeased, recalling people saying that Fu Xinheng was starting to recruit students from her classâperhaps Fu Xinheng was trying to lure them with his connections through Chang Jiawei.
After hanging up, Chang Jiawei held his phone, looking unhappy as he sat on the sofa, glancing at his old classmate, who was working overtime at the desk without showing emotion, muttering, "If you really want to recruit people, wouldnât you express some concern and care?"
Fu Xinheng didnât lift his head and replied, "Isnât Cao Yong around? Thereâs nothing to worry about."
Whatever Cao Yong canât handle, Fu Xinheng might not be able to handle either.
"With Cao Yong there, Iâm even more worried," Chang Jiawei retorted.
What? Fu Xinheng lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over with a trace of astonishment.
"I said, with Cao Yong by her side, Iâm even more worried," Chang Jiawei confirmed his ears hadnât misheard his own words, "Cao Yong doesnât understand a girlâs heart at all, you know?"
Yes, the entire hospital knows youâre the one who understands women best, always talking about them in three sentences or less. After receiving this statement, Fu Xinheng continued his department work without paying him any mind.
Chang Jiawei felt a wave of irritation rise within him, and with a smack, he tossed his phone onto the table.
The noise prompted Fu Xinheng to raise his head again, observing him with a contemplative look, noting how his expressions and actions were quite different from usual. Thinking back, this old classmate, renowned as the playboy across the hospital, had been acting strangely over the past half year.
It showed when the conversation heavily revolved around Xie Wanying, even though on the surface, he was trying to offer advice for his recruitment efforts to this classmate. The old Chang Jiawei wouldnât be like this, always showing him various photos of women, earning his flamboyant reputation. Even Chang Jiawei couldnât complain about it.
In fact, those closely connected with Chang Jiawei knew he merely talked and actually resembled a bachelor with nothing better to do than engage in gossip.