She took a moment to call Lu Beiyuan, "Wasn't Wei Yunyue supposed to come for a check-up today? Why didn't she show up?"
Lu Beiyuan asked, "She didn't go?"
"No," Su Nanxing said. "I'm about to get off work."
"Don't worry about her," Lu Beiyuan was somewhat speechless. "If she's not proactive about her own illness, what can anyone else do?"
"Maybe you should give her a call?"
"I won't," Lu Beiyuan said directly. "You should also not bother, if she doesn't come, let it be."
Su Nanxing was also concerned about the patient purely from the perspective and stance of a doctor.
Regardless of the patient's identity.
But if Wei Yunyue didn't come, there was nothing she could do.
In the evening after work, when she got home, there were two cold dishes on the dining table and soup simmering in the pot; the aroma greeted Su Nanxing as soon as she entered.
"You came back early to cook again?"
