Gong Yeyan glanced at him. His handsome profile hadn't changed, and he said indifferently, "You can go now."
Wen Yizhen, "..."
*
Wen Yizhen left.
As he was walking out of the ward, he said to Zuo An, "Go buy some ice cream."
"Ice cream?"
"Oh, your young master's sweetheart wants to eat it."
"..."
Inside the sickroom.
"President Gong," Ming Ge's eyes roved, losing the interest in eating but kindling another sort of curiosity, "Is Doctor Wen your friend?"
"Mhm."
Gong Yeyan admitted it.
After all, it wasn't something worth denying.
Ming Ge was not foolish. Ever since Wen Yizhen appeared and was introduced to her as Professor Smith's disciple, she had sensed something unusual.
It seemed she had mentioned to him once that to treat Ming Ci's hand and restore it to its original state, it would require Professor Smith's involvement.
But how could an internationally renowned expert be so easily approached?
Money alone isn't enough if you don't have the connections.
