When Yang Zimu opened the door of a red Porsche, He Jing couldn't help but say.
Yang Zimu smiled slightly and did not explain anything.
Soon, under Yang Zimu's lead, the two of them arrived in front of a century-old hotpot restaurant.
After Yang Zimu finally found a place to park his car, He Jing could not help but ask.
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have driven. It's too difficult to park.”
"Yeah, there are too many cars in Dazhong City.”
The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked into the hotpot restaurant. They did not feel embarrassed at all because it was their first time eating.
"May I know what soup base you two want?"
As soon as they entered the restaurant and found a seat, a waiter walked over and handed the menu to Yang Zimu and He Jing.
"Ladies first! Doctor He, please order first!"
"Then I won't stand on ceremony! Mm, just slightly spicy, thank you!"
After He Jing finished speaking to the waiter, she took the menu and started ordering.
"By the way, Dr. Yang, I might have been a little harsh with you before the surgery today. I'm sorry. You won't mind, right?”
With He Jing's strong personality, the fact that she could take the initiative to put down her face and apologize to Yang Zimu, an intern, meant that Yang Zimu's strength had been recognized by He Jing.
He Jing also felt that she might have been too narrow-minded and had too much prejudice against interns.
"How could that be? That surgery is indeed risky. Besides, I've only been a full-time doctor for three days, and I'm still a doctor in the Emergency Department. It's normal for Doctor He to doubt me.”
Yang Zimu was not the kind of person who would not forgive others. Otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to invite He Jing over for a meal.
"I have to say, Doctor He, your surgery is too perfect. Even the specialists in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou may not be as capable as you.”
He Jing was not a person who had never seen the world. When Yang Zimu performed minimally invasive surgery with a uterus mirror, she did not even blink.
Yang Zimu's skillful operating, suturing, and laparoscopy were like those of an experienced doctor. He did not look like a newbie at all.
"I just practiced a lot.”
Yang Zimu smiled slightly when he heard this.
However, his answer clearly stunned He Jing.
Ah, this, can you practice to this extent?
Then wouldn't she have wasted all these years of learning?
However, since they were here to eat, it was not convenient for them to talk about work. The two of them chatted for a while. The soup base on the table was opened and the dishes were served.
Tripe!
Duck intestines!
Beef!
……
Classic hotpot dishes filled the table, making Yang Zimu and He Jing, who had been hungry for the whole night, drool!
"Let's not talk too much. Let's eat!"
Yang Zimu was afraid that He Jing would be too embarrassed to eat, so he said in a funny tone. He did not expect to see He Jing picking up a pumpkin pie and starting to eat it.
"Yes! Not bad, this taste is authentic!"
Ah, this…
"I was thinking too much."
Yang Zimu looked at He Jing, who was addicted to the delicious food, and smiled bitterly as he picked up a piece of tripe and began to heat it.
After more than an hour, the plates on the table were almost empty.
"Doctor Yang, your combat strength is not bad!”
There was no conflict that couldn't be resolved with a meal. If there wasn't, then he would have two meals!
He Jing, who was full of food and water, touched her full stomach and said to Yang Zimu with a half-joking smile.
"Uh…Same here!"
Yang Zimu said with a smile.
After dinner, Yang Zimu and He Jing walked towards the parking lot.
Suddenly, as the two of them were walking, a tile on the road was missing. The workers didn't come to fix it in time. He Jing didn't notice it and staggered.
He Jing let out an "ouch" and immediately bent down, her right hand holding her right foot in pain.
"What's wrong, Doctor He? Did you sprain your ankle?”
Seeing this, Yang Zimu immediately reached out and helped He Jing to sit on the seat beside her.
"Yes."
"Let me show you!"
Yang Zimu squatted down and pinched He Jing's right ankle.
"Does it hurt here?"
"Hiss ~"
He Jing gasped!
Yang Zimo took off He Jing's shoes and socks. Her ankle was already red and swollen. Her bones must have been dislocated.
Coincidentally, the system had rewarded him with a Master Level Orthopedic Skill today. He did not expect it to come in handy so soon.
"You…"
Seeing Yang Zimu take off her shoes and socks, He Jing was puzzled.
Yang Zimu didn't answer He Jing. He touched the dislocated bones with both hands and looked at He Jing.
"Doctor He, do you have a boyfriend?”
"Ah!"
While He Jing was dumbfounded, Yang Zimu exerted force with both hands, and a "kacha" sound was heard.
He Jing, who was in pain, finally reacted. She let out an "Ah" and was furious. She roared at Yang Zimu,
"What are you doing!"
Yang Zimu ignored her and said to himself.
"Move your feet and see if it still hurts.”
When He Jing heard Yang Zimu's words, she couldn't help but restrain her anger. She tried to twist her ankle.
"Eh, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"
He Jing said to Yang Zimu with a pleasantly surprised smile.
"I didn't expect you to know how to set bones, Doctor Yang!”
"Not only do you know how to perform minimally invasive surgery with a uterus mirror, but you also know how to set bones. I really don't know what you don't know.”
"It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore. It's getting late. Put on your shoes and go home!”
When Yang Zimu heard this, he smiled slightly and did not reply to He Jing.
After all, although he didn't know much at the moment.
However, in the future, he might have even more skills.
……
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