Yang Ping didn't notice Huang Jiahui, shedding his surgical gown, he went straight out of the operating room, with Jiahui quickly following behind him.
"Doctor Yang, I'm sorry!"
Yang Ping turned around, saw Huang Jiahui following him, and noticed her pale face: "Why are you here?"
"I'm sorry, today, I--" Huang Jiahui didn't know what to say.
Seeing her so nervous, Yang Ping knew that she was concerned about being late, so he reassured her: "It's fine, I heard that you're running a fever. You'd better go to the outpatient clinic to see a doctor right away and don't force yourself!"
Wasn't she supposed asked to leave? Jiahui was surprised.
She cautiously asked: "Doctor Yang, can I still come back? Will our company's product be taken off the shelf?"
Now it was Yang Ping's turn to be surprised. Why would she say such a thing? Remembering that week when Zhou Can called her, he smiled inwardly. She must have misunderstood, such an innocent person.
