But in her heart, she had a vague feeling—was this man sick?
Then she remembered, he indeed was a patient.
Alright, she really had to admire his intelligence now, bringing up all sorts of convoluted reasons.
But why exactly was he treating her this way?
The first time she had seen him, he didn't seem like such a tedious person, right?
Moreover, strictly speaking, the two of them weren't really acquainted; to chat as if they were friends was somewhat uncomfortable for her.
It felt a bit odd.
So Ye Liangyan didn't hang up the phone, listening to the man's light, low voice on the other end, occasionally responding, and before she knew it, time had passed.
...
The next day.
Ye Liangyan had taken the opportunity last night during their phone call to inform Mr. Jiang that she had things to do this evening and couldn't take care of him at the hospital.
He agreed, but requested she visit him at noon today.
After her morning classes, she left the campus.
