"Son, the doctor said that I'm fine," the old lady said timidly.
"You're the doctor?" The man who came in with his shoulders hunched and his arms around a flirtatious woman looked at Zheng Ren in surprise.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Zheng from the Department of Interventional Medicine."
"You're a student, right? Where's your teacher? Why do you say that my mother is fine? Yesterday, the chief said that my mother has to perform a surgery called 'kicking something'!" The man's eyebrows were raised, and he looked fierce.
Zheng Ren saw that his clothes were more ordinary. There were many pieces to his clothes, and they were shiny. They looked like the clothes of a young child.
Recently, Zheng Ren had accompanied Xie Yiren to go shopping, and he had gained some understanding of the brand. He knew a little about what was truly luxurious, what looked luxurious, and what looked dazzling but actually did not cost much.
