"This is a personal matter. Sorry, I will try my best not to cause any trouble or trouble to my colleagues' work." Wu Yang nodded and signaled for him to leave.

In the office, Wu Yang opened the computer search interface and searched the various medical forums for cases and treatments of myocardial ischemia in children. Occasionally, he would record something. The surrounding colleagues left work one after another. Only she remained at her desk, pushing the radiation-proof lenses, and her heart was heavy.

Wu Yang concentrated on contacting the doctors involved in the operation and waited for a reply. He was so busy that the sky gradually darkened that he didn't notice.

"I'm about to get into the computer!" Yan Lang pulled Wu Yang, who was holding the tortoise's neck, backwards and fiercely turned on the office lights. The dazzling white light caused Wu Yang to raise his hand to block his eyes. After gradually adapting, he blinked and glanced at the number on the clock that was almost nine o'clock. "Is it so late?"

Yan Lang sat cross-legged on the desk and casually picked up the notebook to distinguish the scrawled handwriting, "Luan Xiao?"

"Yes." Wu Yang rubbed his temples with a headache and turned his neck to rest. He naturally leaned against the back of his chair and chatted with Yan Lang. "Her illness shouldn't be serious. Now, the operation can be cured completely, and she can reach the standard of a normal person. However, the problem is that the parents' resistance is too severe and the burden on the family is very heavy. The operation cost and how to persuade her is a problem."

As a doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded was a heavenly duty, but there were many rules that needed to be followed in order to survive, and they could not be changed at will.

"I heard that DS Group has a few spots supported by the Foundation every year, which is a public welfare project. If Luan Xiao's situation is correct, you should be able to apply. Don't worry too much." Yan Lang knew that she was a coward, so she comforted and persuaded him.

Wu Yang clutched his stomach and casually took off White coat. He grabbed the coat in the cabinet and patted Yan Lang's shoulder, saying, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner." Yan Lang was so happy that she jumped down from her desk and quickly followed her. She muttered, "The sun is rising in the west? Then I want to eat the French food, the set food! How about it?"

"I regret it. Go home and cook instant noodles." Wu Yang said jokingly with a grim face.

Yan Lang immediately fell silent. "Whatever you treat me to, I'll eat it. I definitely won't be picky about it." After saying that, he raised three fingers.

At the end of the corridor, Wen Zhan's eyes were gloomy as he stared at the figure, his thin lips tightly pursed, his eyes filled with anger.

Across the street from the hospital, there was a small fly house. Lady Boss was from the north. Fortunately, the doctors from DS were able to save his life in time for the sudden onset of illness a few years ago. From then on, they opened a beef noodle house. Most of them were doctors and nurses who came to eat. It tasted good, and the amount was quite affordable.

"Two bowls of beef noodles, the same as before," Wu Yang greeted Lady Boss familiarly when he entered.

"Alright, sit down first." Lady Boss was busy smiling. Yan Lang used a tissue to wipe the table and chair several times before she sat down. She leaned on the table and whispered, "You've only been transferred here for a few days. Why are you so familiar with Lady Boss?"

Wu Yang shrugged, not intending to explain.

Six years ago, Lady Boss was in the gourmet business near the university town. She did not expect that she would meet someone she knew when she accidentally walked into the small hall that day. Perhaps it was fate, connecting six years ago and now through many people, reminding her not to forget the painful memories.

Yan Lang smelled the beef noodles and swallowed them without caring about their image.

"Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you." Wu Yang frowned in disgust. He took two bites with a smile on his lips and pretended to mention inadvertently, "There's something I might need your help with." The noodles that Yan Lang hadn't swallowed almost spat out from his nostrils. His face was red from choking and he coughed until he couldn't open his mouth. He took a few breaths before pointing at Wu Yang with his index finger.

"I knew it. It's definitely not a good thing for you to treat me to dinner!" Yan Lang placed his chopsticks horizontally on the edge of the bowl and hugged his shoulders, "Speak, what is it?"

Wu Yang slowly tucked the broken hair behind his ear and took a sip of noodles. "Luan Xiao, you are familiar with the little girls at the nurse's station. You should be fine if you secretly help me get the specific examination report and medical records, right?"

"I'm not familiar with them, okay?" Yan Lang hurriedly explained, "I only have Sister Yang in my heart. The heavens and earth can learn from her."

"It's just that you will always think of me when you use me. This heart has been broken into several pieces, unable to be pieced together!" Yan Lang exaggerated like the idol hero of Qiongyao drama, causing Lady Boss, who was tidying up the tableware behind her back, to laugh out loud.

Wu Yang covered his face in embarrassment. "If you want to make an appointment for a cardiac suture, I can help you find the best attending physician."

"Poisonous tongue!" Yan Lang picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat. He vaguely said, "Since Sister Yang asked me, even if I went to the Nine Heavens to collect the moon, I would still be able to catch turtles in the next five seas. Tomorrow, I'll sell my lust to help you get it …"

Deep into the night, Yan Lang brought Wu Yang to the door of the unit and placed both of his hands in his pockets.

"You probably don't have a car now …" Wu Yang looked at the sky worriedly. Yan Lang hurriedly moved closer, her handsome face almost sticking in front of her and asked, "Then, does Sister Yang want me to go back with you? I can make a floor shop."

Seeing the crafty look in his eyes, Wu Yang mercilessly pushed him away with his palm and said, "Even if you were sleeping on the streets, no one would care."

Yan Lang pretended to be exaggerating as she covered her chest. Then, she restrained herself and pointed at the apartment next door seriously. "My new apartment is right across the street."

'"You're not" Wu Yang looked at the access card and key in his hand in confusion.

Yan Lang shrugged and whistled, "I need to protect you at all times. It's convenient for me to stop by after work. I can't go too far."

"Call me if you need anything. I'll be right in front of you in five minutes. Alright, I'll go back first." Yan Lang yawned and walked into the opposite unit. Wu Yang stared at him for a long time and sighed as he entered.

Yan Lang was very good and excellent.

Whether in terms of professional level, personality, appearance or even family background, all belong to the top 5% of high-quality young men. She was not always touched by his feelings for Wu Yang. However, it was not love. Now that she had no vengeance, those who deserved punishment and retribution were still at large, living a carefree and happy life. Wu Yang had no way to talk about her feelings.

"Oh …"

Wu Yang walked in. Before he could turn on the living room lights, he noticed that the shoe position at the entrance had changed. She cried out in her heart. When she turned around to escape, she was pulled back by a pair of hands and forcefully pressed against the wall. It was almost beast-like. The familiar fragrance of tobacco from her nose made her beating heart somewhat relieved. However, she bit his lips and tongue even harder in anger and embarrassment until the smell of blood pervaded between their lips and teeth.