That Little Zheng... When he thought of Zheng Ren, with his simple and honest face and the inexplicable trust in his heart when he talked to him, Zou Jiahua was a little puzzled.
He had never trusted anyone. This had always been his code of conduct.
But why did he have a vague sense of trust in Dr. Zheng Ren? Zou Jiahua himself did not understand.
After changing into his hospital gown, Zou Jiahua walked out of the door.
Su Yun held his phone in his hand. What was he playing with?
"Are you all like this to all patients?" Zou Jiahua asked half-jokingly.
"No, I'm the one who takes the most care of you." Su Yun lowered his head. The black lock of hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind.
"Huh?"
"Because I never take patients to the surgery," Su Yun said lazily.
"..." Zou Jiahua was in a trance.
