Once Qiao Yin hung up the phone, Song Zhu's gaze softened a bit, "Doctor Qiao, what would you like to eat tonight?"
"I'm up for anything, but it's better if we can find a quieter restaurant, convenient for us to talk."
"Alright, I'll make a reservation then."
At five-thirty in the afternoon, Qiao Yin went to the reserved restaurant with Song Zhu.
Song Zhu had wanted to drive her, but Qiao Yin insisted on driving her own car. This way, it would be convenient for her to go home after the meal, without having to return to the hospital to get her car.
Song Zhu was slightly disappointed, he had hoped to talk more with her in the car.
However, the restaurant he had chosen for today was very stylish and quiet. When it came to meal time, they could chat for a long time.
Just to chat a little bit more with Qiao Yin, he had even brought loads of hospital data, and stayed up all night preparing several operation schemes.
