After handling the patientâs admission, Chang Jiawei continued arguing logically with the other party: "No need to be polite, itâs my job. Yingying is having dinner with the two of us tonight, you shouldnât speak out of turn. Weâll invite her out for dinner again in the future. Itâs not just us inviting her to dinner. Both Tao Zhijie and Tan Kelin have invited her to dinner. Itâs unreasonable for you to target just the two of us, itâs unfair, unfair to us and to her as well."
"They invited her to dinner back then because they were her mentors. Besides, Tan Kelin hasnât invited her to dinner many times. Tan Kelin is also from Beidu." Ren Chongda retorted.
"How could you expect a poker-faced person to frequently invite someone to dinner, he has no feelings." Chang Jiawei didnât accept his argument.
"If you say that, how could Fu Xinheng the robot invite people to dinner?" Ren Chongda countered again.
"Whatâs strange about that? Poker people donât understand human relations. Robots can input programs as needed."
The two teachersâ argument became more and more unreasonable, forgetting who was listening on the spot.
Xie Wanyingâs heart raced, afraid to look at Teacher Fuâs expression.
"Is Fu Xinheng listening across from you?" Sensing the warning signal from Student Xie, Ren Chongda asked.
"Yes, heâs here. Why donât you say a few words to him." Chang Jiawei handed the phone to his old classmate.
Fu Xinheng glanced back at him: You invite a girl out using me as bait, and when you quarrel with people, you pull me in as a scapegoat. As Ren Chongda said, you really are shameless.
Chang Jiawei touched the bridge of his nose, a bit embarrassed, and said, "You canât blame me entirely, itâs Ren Chongda who started it. Besides, is it a crime for us to invite her out for dinner? Whatâs his purpose in blocking us like this?"
Thinking about it, this reasoning wasnât wrong. Listening to Ren Chongdaâs words from the side just now, he was equally displeased. Fu Xinheng took the phone, his voice slightly deep, and said, "She has the freedom to choose who to have dinner with, no one has the right to stop her."
The robotâs words were as hard as iron. Sighing, Ren Chongda scratched his head, knowing that dealing with an iron panel was difficult: "Okay, itâs her decision to go out with you guys." He could only turn back and ask the student himself.
Fu Xinheng didnât intend to make things too tense, promising, "Weâll return to the hospital to see the patients after dinner."
Hearing this, Ren Chongda thanked them again: "No rush, take your time eating. We need to drive from the airport to the hospital; arranging the hospital ward wonât be quick, let the patient rest a bit before anything else."
After the work communication was done, the call ended.
Xie Wanying took the phone back from Teacher Fu with both hands, relieved that the teacher didnât call her a busybody again.
The three of them continued eating. Although they were told to take their time eating, they dared not really forget the patients. Being a doctor is like this; you have patients to see, and you donât even have the freedom to enjoy a meal.
Chang Jiawei took the opportunity to introduce this case to his old classmate: "The heart function isnât great either, coughing, wheezing. I estimate, judging from the scans, that the bronchitis problem might be bigger than the pneumonia problem."
Sitting next to them, Xie Wanying listened and could sense that Teacher Chang, as a good friend of Teacher Fu, displayed several moments worthy of being considered half a thoracic specialist, and his comments were different from those of a general orthopedic doctor.
This classmate who was called a playboy shouldnât be underestimated. Chang Jiawei chose orthopedics entirely because of his easygoing nature, unlike other medical students who were full of concerns when choosing which department to specialize in.