Nurse Yao left, and Yan Qiying breathed a sigh of relief.
Considering that the young girl was both youthful and pretty, it was unlikely that a normal man wouldn't be moved.
However, he always looked as if he was smiling, but in reality, he had always been somewhat cold and detached in this regard since he was young.
Using his ex-wife's words, "Yan Qiying, you gaze at the medical charts more tenderly than you do at me; go spend your life with your scalpel instead."
Yan Qiying didn't find it offensive.
He was indeed a fanatic when it came to medicine.
Rather than engaging in romantic affairs, he would prefer to use more time to study complex medical conditions.
In this regard, Sinian was quite like he had been cast from the same mold.
This was probably a matter of family heritage, Yan Qiying thought, stroking his chin.
"Eh? Was there something wrong with Nurse Yao?" Yan Qiying couldn't help asking.
Yan Sinian withdrew his gaze, "Nothing, I'm going to get busy."
