"Hey, isn't that Dr. Jiang?"
The driver suddenly muttered something, pulling Yu Chu out of his contemplation, and she glanced out the window.
Not far away is a hospital.
This hospital is no stranger to the memory of the original owner. She had never been there, but as a native of this city, she had heard the name of the top hospital in the country since she was a child. The doctors are all famous scholars in the world, and many of them are rich but not ranked well.
"Little girl, are you going to Jingren Garden? Do you mind taking someone with you?" the uncle driver asked.
Yu Chu was not particularly flamboyant, so he understood this kind of thing better. Take more people along the way, the fare for two people is the fare for one trip, and you can easily earn more.
She nodded, "It's okay."
"Okay." The driver uncle turned the steering wheel briskly and drove towards the hospital entrance.
It was already night, and the headlights of the cars on the street were like a continuous stream of light.
There was a man standing in front of the hospital, a very young man with a white shirt with a white collar and a straight black tie, looking meticulous.
The car was getting closer, and Yu Chu saw the black tie clearly. The silver pin showed a bit of dignity, and the cufflinks on the wrist were also very beautiful, like an elegant nobleman.
She remembered that the driver said "Doctor Jiang" just now. The doctors in this hospital must all be rich.
Next to him was a woman who was talking to him, but after a car stopped in front of him, the woman stopped talking. The soundproofing of the car was not good, and Yu Chu heard her say, "Okay, Doctor Jiang, go to bed early."
The young man didn't answer.
He glanced down at the back seat and saw that there seemed to be other passengers, so instead of going to the back seat, he opened the co-pilot's door casually and sat in.
Yu Chu noticed his hands, maybe because he was a doctor, those hands were cold and white, with slender fingers and beautiful joints, as if they were born to hold a cold and small scalpel, meticulous.
When he lowered his head and got into the car, Yu Chu saw a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. The more expensive and elegant style fits well with this person's temperament.
She only saw a side face, with a high and straight nose bridge, an alluring curve from brow bone to eyelashes, and glasses that gave off a polite and aristocratic look.
Before the car door was closed, the woman outside lowered her head and said to the driver: "Please drive slowly, he is very tired."
The driver quickly agreed.
I just got off work at this point, and I may have just completed an urgent operation. The driver expressed his understanding.
Yu Chu glanced at the woman.
The man still didn't speak. After the car got on the road, the driver said courteously, "Dr. Jiang, didn't you drive here today?"
Only then did the other party reply: "Yeah." After a pause, his tone was business-like and indifferent, "You are the one who underwent surgery last month? You can't touch cigarettes after surgery."
His voice was beautiful, just like his hands, it gave off a white and slightly cold delicacy, even the exhortations were programmed and indifferent, as if they were spoken casually.
The driver obviously convinced the doctor, "Yes, I remember you reminded me that I haven't smoked at all. I guess it's the smell of cigarettes left by some passenger. I'll open the window for you?"
The other party hummed politely.
The driver hurriedly opened the window a little.
Yu Chu huddled in the back seat without making a sound, concentrating on playing match 3 games. Hearing what the driver said, she sniffed her sleeves, frowned and shrunk silently.