Charlie Liu had just changed into his surgical gown and was about to enter the disinfection area for full-body disinfection when a hand came up from behind and patted him on the shoulder.
"Who!" He was already nervous, and when he turned around suddenly and heard a loud voice, he was met with a pair of deep green eyes. It was a girl wearing a surgical nurse uniform. She didn't look very old and didn't look like a foreigner. The contours of her eyebrows and eyes had oriental charm.
"Who are you?" He wasn't sure where he had seen the other person before. Plus, he felt guilty, so he turned around and suppressed his temper immediately.
The man just frowned slightly and tried hard to recall.
"We know each other?"
The girl saw him trying hard to recall, raised her lips, and kindly explained to him: "We don't know each other."
The man frowned, straightened his back, and looked at the girl in front of him again. He didn't know why she patted his shoulder from behind.
The girl seemed to have the ability to read minds, and added the next second: "To be precise, I know you, but you don't know me. You are a specialist at the New Special Surgery Hospital, and I have seen reports about you."
Hospital for Special Surgery, referred to as HSS.
Founded in 1863, it is the earliest orthopedic hospital in the United States and an affiliated hospital of Cornell University Medical College.
Later it gradually evolved into the current HSS.
As the world's leading orthopedic hospital, HSS has a 98% success rate in completing hip and knee surgeries. Mu Qingtian invited the experts here, which shows the importance of Mudi's surgery.
“You…” Charlie Liu was confused by her series of introductions, and finally realized something was wrong: “Can you speak Chinese?”
"Ah." The girl was not nervous. She looked at him with green eyes and said frankly, "My father is from Country Z." Her father was indeed from Country Z, but she just didn't say that she was also from Country Z. "Is that so?" Charlie Liu looked at her face with very oriental features again, revealing an expression of "I see", slightly easing the tension on his face, and showing a hypocritical smile, "My parents are also from Country Z, but they immigrated later. We are half fellow countrymen."
Qiao Nian looked into his eyes and asked abruptly, "I feel like you're very nervous. Is it because of the surgery that's coming up?"
Charlie Liu's face froze, his eyes showed a sense of defense, and he immediately looked away: "...Why do you think so?"
Qiao Nian's choice of words was also to give him a chance: "Perhaps you can tell me about your troubles. We all have Chinese blood flowing in our veins. Just like you said, we are half fellow villagers."
"That's enough! I don't know what you are talking about, it's so confusing! Don't talk to me anymore, it's affecting my surgery!"
Charlie Liu interrupted her with a gloomy face, rubbed the disinfectant alcohol on his hands, and walked inside without looking back.
Qiao Nian was left where he was, watching him walk into the operating room first. He dropped his hands to his sides and curled his fingers. He quickly suppressed the irritation that was welling up in his eyes, pursed his lips, and took a step forward into the disinfection area where the middle-aged man had stood before, letting the alcohol mist sprayed all around stick to his body.
Good words cannot persuade a damned person.
She gave him a chance.
If he insisted on bumping into her, Qiao Nian would not change her plan just for him. Otherwise, once the other party became alert, it would be difficult for her to catch up with him.
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at the same time.
The Mu family of the sixth continent.
The atmosphere in the manor was extremely heavy. The servants moved in and out very quietly, trying not to make any noise if possible. They even held their breath when passing by the living room.