Just past eleven thirty in the morning, Zhuo Jiahe and Qi Yuanchen rushed to the ground parking lot in front of the main building, and saw Xingyue and Jiang Rong getting out of a small black Audi A1.
The two quickly went over to express their warm welcome.
Xingyue snorted softly, "You really should warmly welcome us."
"It's really tough being an intern doctor, as you guys know. We finally got a day off just to come and see you."
Zhuo Jiahe noticed that they came empty-handed, not even bringing an apple, resisted the urge to roll his eyes, thinking to himself, they're just saying nice things, there's no sincerity; maybe they have another motive.
He smiled and said, "Xingyue, Jiang Rong, it's almost lunchtime, why don't we go eat first."
Jiang Rong asked with concern, "Isn't it a bit early to have lunch at this time?"
"I know you're now assistants to the big chief doctors, slipping away during work hours to meet us, won't you get reprimanded?"
