He dialed her while putting on his surgical suit, but the person who picked up wasn't Changqing. It was another woman's voice. "Dr. Song you finally called. Changqing is in trouble. When she woke up today, her face was swollen and she had a breakout."
Song Chuyi was astonished and frowned. "Wasn't she fine yesterday morning?"
"I'm not sure. It'll have to wait until she gets a checkup," Wen Tong said, "Can you help her arrange a meeting with a dermatologist? This matter must be confidential—news of it cannot spread."
"I'm preparing for an operation now…" Song Chuyi pondered it for a while. "How about this—I'll make Dr. Ye from dermatology head over. I'll tell him about the situation and he won't tell."
"That would be great. Then when are you coming over? Changqing is feeling quite terrible."
