Just as the girl was about to rush in with him, he took out the stethoscope from his pocket and casually tossed it onto an equipment shelf by the side. Glancing back, he lazily lifted his eyelids and indifferently chuckled. "I don't like you. Don't even mention these fourteen months. Even if you wait outside my hospital door for fourteen years, I still won't like you."
The girl's eyes instantly dimmed. The arrogant confidence she had earlier crumbled as well.
Unwilling to admit defeat, she bit her lips as her eyes reddened. "Last year, I almost died. When I was pushed into the operating room, didn't you say that you liked obedient girls who would listen to you? I've always been very obedient… after being discharged, you said that you didn't like girls who cry, so I never cried… why don't you like me… I'll work hard to become what you like…"
