Hong Qingyan, dressed in white nurse attire, finally stepped out from the operating room.
Tall, beautiful, and pure, Ye Feng's eyes lit up. No wonder some men have a thing for women in uniform. This Hong Qingyan, like a blooming daffodil, was pure and flawless, possessing a unique charm.
"Qingyan!"
Ye Feng greeted her with a smile.
"Wait, I'll settle accounts with you in a bit."
Upon seeing Ye Feng, Hong Qingyan's delicate body visibly trembled but quickly regained composure, and she shot him a fierce glance.
Great, now I'm in trouble.
Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders, following sulkily behind. Not having seen her for a few days, the little girl now had more guts, even daring to speak to him about settling accounts.
Only after arranging for post-surgery care of the patient and handing over work to another nurse did Hong Qingyan seem to remember Ye Feng, and they left together.
"Where have you been?"
Hong Qingyan asked with a stern face.
"The High Seas."
