Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s

Chapter 2280: Chapter 2280: She Was Actually Mentioned

"She objected, saying her eyesight wasn’t as good as mine. I was really puzzled in my heart, I didn’t quite understand what she meant by that."

It wasn’t that he didn’t quite understand; it was that he knew what was going on and was afraid things would get worse, so he simply claimed he was puzzled. This was exactly the psychological pattern of people like classmate Zhao Wenzong, those soft-hearted types: avoidance, afraid to face cruel reality, preferring to keep lying to themselves over and over, deluding themselves that things weren’t as bad as they thought.

At bottom, it was a lack of strength.

On this front, Zhao Wenzong was trying hard to buck himself up. He said, "I heard about you helping treat her grandmother. I said she should at least give you a call and say Xie Xie. She didn’t say anything after she heard that. I think maybe she’ll come to you again later."

Hate is hate, dislike is dislike. People like Hu Hao and Zhang Wei, with "interest" always on their lips, are definitely shameless enough to come back to her again; in the end, they wouldn’t dare completely sever the relationship with her.

Compared with her, Zhao Wenzong thought a step further. He said, "Yingying, as long as you become a doctor in a big hospital, they won’t dare look down on you anymore. Their attitude toward you will surely change in the future."

Aversion, when confronted with self-interest, can only be stuffed back into the heart. Thinking of this, Xie Wanying could feel how genuinely hard these two classmates had it: for the sake of利益 they couldn’t live as they pleased. So while she found the two of them distasteful, she couldn’t say she hated them; handling things on a strictly business basis was enough.

"Other people who’ve asked me about you— I figured you’d definitely be interested in classmates who are also studying medicine. I know one, he’s in the class next to ours, his name is Kong Yunbin, and he got into the eight‑year program at Zhongshan Medical College. I didn’t expect him, from the neighboring class, to actually come and ask me about you as well."

Kong Yunbin—she searched her mind for this person and had no impression at all. Xie Wanying asked, "What did he ask about me for?"

"I also thought it was strange he wanted to know about you," Zhao Wenzong said. "He wouldn’t say, and later he hemmed and hawed and mentioned that a teacher in his medical school class seemed to have seen you; when your name came up, he wasn’t quite sure if it was really you. His teacher praised you for being especially good at drawing. Yingying, was that you? Is there anyone at your school who has the same full name as you?"

As for whether there was a medical student currently at Guoxie with the exact same name as her, she had no idea; she didn’t have the school’s student roster in her hands.

Speaking of drawing in front of teachers at Zhongshan Medical College, Xie Wanying recalled that dinner a long time ago with Teacher Tan.

At that time, some seniors from Zhongshan Medical College had been in the private room, and they had looked at and asked about her anatomical drawings. Most likely one of them happened to be this classmate Kong Yunbin’s medical school classroom teacher.

What was that teacher bringing her up for? Just to motivate his students? It seemed he had also taught her that she could submit a résumé to the Zhongshan Medical College Affiliated Hospital. Coincidentally, her cousin and his wife had told her she should keep a way open to go back and work in the provincial capital of her hometown.

She had let her thoughts run a bit too far, and as a result had forgotten that there were Bosses from two hospitals present. When she suddenly sensed the two pairs of eyes from directly across and diagonally opposite fixing on her, she was so startled that her mind was filled with Senior Kang’s warning:

Under no circumstances can you talk about teachers from other units in front of the teachers on site. That’s the deadliest thing you can do.

Clearing her throat, Xie Wanying pretended to be calm and casual as she said into the phone, "Let’s not talk about that person, I don’t know him anyway."

Perhaps she acted too convincingly, because those two pairs of eyes didn’t move away from her.

Cao Zhao’s dark brows lifted with a smiling arch, and in his eyes there was an extra glint of curiosity directed at the phone in her hand.