She wore a mask, which was like a mysterious veil, and her gaze was always cold and distant.
She was like a frightened rabbit, cautiously keeping a proper distance from him.
And he, through those mysterious eyes, always wanted to see what kind of face was behind that mask.
Her hands were very pale, very small, skillfully picking up a scalpel...
"Have dinner with me?"
She looked at him indifferently.
"I have ten patients right now, each asking me out for dinner, how could I possibly find the time?"
"After you get off work!"
Han Yi looked at him very seriously, "Listen, Mr. Gong, I just checked your injury. You've basically recovered, which means you can be discharged."
"Ah? No way, how could it be so soon, didn't you say I had to stay in the hospital for a month? It's not even been two weeks!!"
"I said not to move around casually for a month... I didn't say you had to stay in the hospital. Besides, your recovery has been incredibly fast, much faster than others."
