Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots-Chapter 606 - 341 He’s so fierce!_3

Ji Xiaomin: "You, say that, again?"

Watching the two opposite her making a ruckus, Xia Ye’s fingers moved on the screen, opening the WeChat conversation with Jiang Xuan. The last message was still from three days ago.

Cang Tian Wu Yan: Uncle Jiang, have you gone to bed?

Jiang: I’ve gone to bed.

Xia Ye, with her explosive temper—

She didn’t know what she did last time in the car to offend him, but he had been giving her the cold shoulder of late.

You’d call it cold, but he replied to her every time, and every week he had Shen Jing bring her food and daily necessities.

But if you called it warm, every conversation didn’t last more than three sentences, like last time - sleeping, yet managing to reply to such a damn WeChat!

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao?"

Shen Zhiqiao had been listening to the sounds from the next table and hadn’t noticed when Director Li had sat down at his table.

"Director Li," watching Director Li hold that stack of materials about brain nerves, Shen Zhiqiao seemed to understand why he was looking for her.

Director Li smiled, "Qiaoqiao, has Professor Luo returned to China?"

As expected, Shen Zhiqiao made an excuse, "I think he has returned, but I’ve been quite busy lately, I haven’t finished today’s experiment yet..."

Director Li made a sound: "Your experiment is not urgent, you can take your time next month, but the deadline for this paper on brain nerves is only a few days away," he said, seeming to see the difficulty in Shen Zhiqiao’s eyes, "Ah, it’s alright, I just came to ask you. If it’s inconvenient, I’ll find time to go myself in a few days..."

Shen Zhiqiao hesitated for a moment but still held onto the materials Director Li wanted to take back, "I’ll go, I was actually planning to visit the hospital today."

Director Li smiled: "Then I’ll trouble you."

**

At Shen Hospital, Luo Yi-san stepped down from the operating table, and it was already 7:30 pm.

Since joining Shen Hospital, he had performed 19 major surgeries in which 17 were highly successful with the patients recovering well, and 2 failed, the patients dying on the spot.

They were all surgeries with a very low success rate, and the relatives bore no complaints when they failed.

But only Luo Yi-san knew, success and failure, all depended on Mr. Shen’s will.

He was a genius, but also a grim reaper.

Last time he went to O continent, to meet someone he had attended the World Medical Summit with last year.

They had cooperated flawlessly with the police’s inquiry, Mr. Shen had given benefits, but people are greedy. There was one who didn’t want to cooperate, so he took care of it.

He had been abroad for half a month, stopping several surgeries, but the blood on his hands had not lessened.

"The surgery was very successful, Professor Luo, you worked hard," the young nurse carefully congratulated, handing over a towel as well. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

But a few seconds later, Luo Yi-san still methodically made notes in the surgery book, not even glancing at her, let alone taking the item from her hand.

The nurse smiled awkwardly, retracting her hand: "Then I’ll leave first, goodbye Professor Luo."

The nurses next to her teased her, and she stuck her tongue out at them and ran off.

Luo Yi-san was the youngest and most promising surgeon at Shen Hospital, able to perform internationally top ten difficult surgeries with a success rate as high as 90%.

Plus, he was tall and handsome, quickly becoming the subject of backroom discussions among the nurses.

Although he never spoke a word to them other than about surgery-related matters, this aloofness made him even more attractive.

As the nurse ran away, embarrassed, she thought, Professor Luo really is a big wooden head, the kind of person who loves only himself, and who could never have feelings for anyone else!

"Ouch," the nurse ran too fast and collided with a girl around the corner, both of them falling to the ground, the nurse’s hat flying off.

"Sorry, sorry, my fault for not looking, I hope you aren’t hurt... Miss Shen?" Mid-sentence, the nurse recognized the person she had run into.

Shen Zhiqiao wanted to say it was nothing, but when she got up, she hissed, the palm she used to support herself ached from scraping against a nearby trash can.

"Miss Shen, your hand is bleeding," the nurse was about to step forward when a tall figure approached rapidly from behind, ushering her aside.

He grabbed Shen Zhiqiao’s wrist, exposing the bleeding wound, Luo Yi-san’s expression visibly tense: "Come to my office, I’ll treat it."

Shen Zhiqiao had come to deliver documents today and didn’t want to waste time, "No need, I’ll just disinfect it myself when I get back..."

"No," Luo Yi-san’s tone was firm, pulling her wrist he headed straight for his office: "The hospital’s trash cans are full of germs, you must disinfect immediately, might even need a tetanus shot, but don’t worry, my injections don’t hurt."

From start to finish, the nurse hadn’t closed her mouth; she’d never heard Professor Luo talk so much in one go, and moreover, he was really worried, very worried about Miss Shen...

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