Of course, she couldn't say no.
Bai Dui drew out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff, his movements so leisurely, like pulling the strings of a slow cello, elegant, leaving an endless aftertaste.
Sang Hong looked at his facial features and charisma, so similar to his sister Bai Lu, feeling like he was enveloped in a hazy mist, coupled with his identity, her heart grew more in awe, quietly waiting for him to speak.
After taking two puffs, Bai Dui placed the cigarette on a simple ashtray to let it burn slowly, patted his thigh, and said to her: "Later, you'll help transport the patient to the hospital. When you get there, if asked who the chief surgeon is, just say you don't know."
