There must be trust between doctors and patients, otherwise there is no need for treatment.
Here comes the steak.
If you are hungry, fill your stomach before talking.
Brother Cao seems to be a gourmet expert, and every time he takes her to eat, everything is delicious. The beef noodles I ate last time are also super delicious.
"Yingying." After Cao Yong thought about it, he hoped to make it clear to his junior sister that there was a precaution. The so-called guard against others is indispensable, even if it is a classmate with a deep friendship, maybe that person is also just deceived and induced.
"Brother, if you have anything to say to me, please tell me." Xie Wanying said sincerely, just now she also found that her high school classmates left in a hurry, which made her feel a little strange.
"In the future, don't worry about showing people's medical records." Cao Yong reminded her a little bit, presumably she was smart enough to understand the meaning of his words soon.
Don't worry, read it slowly, it means that she didn't read all the medical records just now. Xie Wanying recalled, and immediately understood what the senior brother meant. She really only cared about quickly analyzing the patient's condition, and didn't pay attention to the basic information such as the patient's name and age.
For example, my brother has been a doctor for a long time and has a lot of social experience. Knowing the identity of a patient may not be very important to a doctor. After all, doctors treat patients equally, but sometimes ignorance will cause professional risks to doctors. For example, it is obvious that the person who came was a big star and big leader, but the doctor ignored the other party's identity too much, and couldn't prevent the other party from suddenly using his identity to cause trouble for you, the doctor.
A thought appeared between Xie Wanying's brows: On the medical record paper brought by Zhao Wenzong, the name column was reproduced according to her brain's very good memory. The patient's name was pasted on a piece of paper, which may be for the purpose of altering, but after copying, some edges were left The inkblots became evidence of the concealment of the patient's identity.
Why do high school classmates do this? It was obvious that he did not want her to know who the patient was. But now, she seemed to be able to vaguely guess who it would be. Ninety-nine percent of them were people who had a relationship with her in high school before. Zhao Wenzong, a good man, couldn't refuse the other party's request and didn't want to embarrass her for doing such a thing in the end.
In other words, would Zhao Wenzong dare to do this again in front of her? She must not dare, because there is a gentle and reliable senior brother in front of her who warned Zhao Wenzong. That's why her high school classmates were so guilty that they ran away.
Xie Wanying's heart couldn't help beating twice.
"Serve dessert after dinner." Cao Yong turned his head and ordered the waiter who came to ask.
Steak finished.
The waiter brought slices of triangular cakes with lovely cherries on top.
Brother Cao really understands girls' minds. Xie Wanying thought to herself: Too bad, her treat was supposed to be to please her senior brother, but it turned out that her senior brother wanted to please her
"Try it, there is a chocolate layer inside." Cao Yong handed her a cake fork. "I don't know if you like this taste or not. Some girls like sweet ones, and some girls may like sweet and sour ones. Others like spicy food very much."
"Brother, have you been with many girls?" Xie Wanying asked.
"Like you, I have been with many boys and girls, and I need to observe their situation."
Senior brother speaks too artistically. As soon as this word is heard, it is clear that it refers to the patient. Xie Wanying thought about it, then lowered her head and ate the cake. She is so unsophisticated, even if she made a joke, she would be laughed at by Mr. Corey, so she can't speak for the senior brother at all.
Digging the cake with a spoon, and eating it, it just occurred to him that he might be able to be the chief chef next week.