"The medical profession is very demanding, very noble. Without you, what would we do when we get sick?" Tang Yu said.
"Where are you coming from?" Meng Jilin asked. "I heard about your mother, take care."
Tang Yu nodded, "I went to my mother's villa, just to have a look." She didn't say much else.
Meng Jilin was cultured; he didn't ask where the swelling on her face had come from.
As a doctor, he could more easily tell it was from being slapped.
She was grateful to Meng Jilin for not asking anything, knowing it preserved her self-esteem.
Meng Jilin glanced at his wristwatch and lifted a hand, "Shall we have lunch together?"
"Don't you have to go to the hospital?"
"I don't need to be in the operating room today, and there's nothing else, it's my time off."
Tang Yu got into Meng Jilin's car and they went to a restaurant for lunch.
Meng Jilin was eloquent, creating a relaxed atmosphere during the meal that made Tang Yu gradually forget the shadow of being hit.
