As soon as the end of the workday arrived, Zhang Hao, seeing no other patients coming in, swiftly changed his clothes and left work.
Lin Wan, on the other hand, was not in a hurry, but Xia Jing insisted on leaving work with her.
While the two of them were changing clothes, Xia Jing had an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating, which made Lin Wan very uncomfortable.
"If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to beat around the bush."
Xia Jing's eyes darted around, and suddenly the corners of her lips turned upwards, "Lin Wan, this afternoon our department had a particularly beautiful woman come in, and Mr. Zhang personally treated her."
Lin Wan, uninterested in listening to gossip, was filled with puzzlement. The department received patients every day.
Men and women, young and old, it's not like beautiful women don't get sick. What was there to pay attention to?
"What are you actually trying to say?" Lin Wan asked.
