"An envelope?" Huang Zhilei immediately snapped his head back, amused by the child. Where did this kid pull an envelope out of someone's pocket?
It's rare to keep an envelope in a trouser pocket. Unless you've just received some mail. But nowadays, there are so many ways to communicate, and fewer people write letters. With so many people carrying mobile phones in the hospital, why bother with the antiquated 'carrier pigeon' method?
Xiao Yazhi had no idea she was facing a neurosurgery expert, her little eyes staring straight at the neurosurgeon uncle, unknowingly about to have another secret coaxed out of her.
"This isn't your patient, is it, Cao Yong?" Zhu Huicang, who happened to pass by and see the scene, stuck his head out and asked his old classmate.
Wasn't it obvious? His patient was the one lying on that operating table.
"Whose patient are you teasing?" Zhu Huicang turned his head and saw Xie Wanying not far away, "Oh, hers―"
