Song Xuewei was wearing a small fragrant skirt today, which was very inconvenient when squatting down.

However, seeing that Song Zhiyi had captured all of Gu Jinyan's attention, she had to take action.

So she knelt directly on the ground, started inserting a nasal cannula into Mrs. Zhao's nose to deliver oxygen, and comforted her softly.

"Grandma Zhao, don't be afraid. It might not be acute myocardial infarction. Perhaps it's just a misdiagnosis."

Song Zhiyi looked at her actions with a cold expression.

"Did you get your professional medical certificate based on the notes I left behind?"

Hearing this, the onlookers couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"I've long heard that she doesn't live up to her name as the Kangbo Hospital's vice-president."

"Several vice-president candidates were squeezed away by her, otherwise, she would not have had the opportunity."

"It's just because of the relationship with Gu family. After all, it's a hospital owned by Gu family..."

Song Xuewei gritted her teeth tightly, her heart filled with shame, anger, and humiliation, but she could still look aggrieved and said, "Song Zhiyi, don't get me wrong."

Song Zhiyi didn't even look at her the whole time. She was carefully observing Mrs. Zhao's situation and speaking while doing things.

"Patients put their lives in the hands of doctors, and every small pain should be paid attention to, rather than left to chance."

She said, paused, raised her eyes to look at Song Xuewei, and lowered her tone.

"Instead of constantly plagiarizing others' academic papers, why don't you just improve your medical skills?"

Song Zhiyi said. Her voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.

Song Xuewei's fingertips trembled violently, with a flash of panic in her eyes. In order to cover up her emotions, she had to keep her head and continued doing things, but in her heart she wanted to tear Song Zhiyi into pieces.

When the ambulance arrived, Song Zhiyi immediately gave up the court to the emergency doctor, explained the situation and left.

Gu Jinyan saw her leaving and instinctively followed, grabbed her arm.

"Wait."

Song Xuewei was stunned and could only watch as Gu Jinyan passed her and walked towards Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi stopped and raised her eyes to meet the man's deep, ink-like eyes.

"Let go of your dirty hands." She said.

She shook his hand, leaving his palm empty. Gu Jinyan felt like his heartbeat dropped accordingly.

He withdrew his hand and returned to his usual cold and indifferent expression quickly.

"Make a price." He said.

After all, the person she saved was a distinguished guest of Gu family, and he didn't want to owe her a favor.

Song Zhiyi frowned. As a doctor, when she saw an elderly sick person suddenly fell in front of her, she couldn't just ignore him. Gu Jinyan's behavior at this moment was undoubtedly an insult to her personality.

"No need." She said.

A person's kindness could not be measured by price, but Gu Jinyan and Song Xuewei don't understand this because they are both heartless.

Song Zhiyi glanced at him coldly and turned to leave.

However, Gu Jinyan strode up to her, took out a gold-gilded business card and handed it to Song Zhiyi, "I never owe anyone favors. Contact me after you think about it." He said.

Song Zhiyi lowered her eyes, glanced at Gu Jinyan's name on the business card, curled her lips slightly, and stretched out her hand.

As soon as her fingertips touched the business card, she quickly retracted her hand. They both let go at the same time, and the business card fell to the ground.

Gu Jinyan's handsome eyebrows were furrowed and his ink-black eyes filled with a hint of anger.

There were countless people in South City trying so hard to get his business card, but the woman in front of him dared to ignore it.

There was a coldness in his eyes. He glanced at the business card that fell on the ground and said coldly, "Pick it up."

Song Zhiyi was unmoved and took a step forward. The business card was stepped on the sole of her shoe. Her cold apricot eyes did not reveal the slightest hint of cowardice.

"I told you there's no need, but you still gave it to me. You are humiliating yourself."