11 Chapter 011 Encountering Dr. Fu Again_1

"Doctor Fu, the patient in Room 406 needs you."

At the doorway, the nurse who was over forty knocked softly and lowered her voice to speak to the man inside.

Doctor Fu didn't like noise, and the young nurses dared not be too audacious in front of him.

Fu Chi straightened his cuffs and glanced at the head nurse.

Being stared at by such icy eyes, one couldn't help but feel a chill.

He spoke: "I'll go right away"

The head nurse was used to his personality and was not as nervous as the young nurses. Admiration gleamed in her eyes as she said, "You must be tired from today's work."

Starting from dawn, he had already performed four major surgeries. He worked tireless shifts with hardly any rest.

Even so, he still completed each operation flawlessly.

Barely four years into his medical career, he had operated on hundreds of minor and major cases without any mistakes. His surgical success rates were astonishing.

Four years ago, his first surgery was a complicated heart transplant, which he accomplished flawlessly, establishing his reputation.

Because of this, within a few years, he became the leading surgeon in South China and even the entire medical community of Beijing.

It's noteworthy that he's only twenty-five years old.

He's already reached heights that others can only dream of achieving in a lifetime.

Fu Chi rubbed his eyebrows, the expression in his eyes steady as always. "Thank you for your concern; I'm not tired."

The head nurse smiled and then turned around to leave.

Fu Chi, with his long legs, stepped out of the office and headed for the director's office.

"Hello, you need to go to the east side of the first floor to pay."

Round the corner in the empty corridor, he heard the everyday exchanges.

He didn't stop walking.

"Ok."

Suddenly, a girl's voice entered his eardrums.

Her voice didn't have an overly coy nature; instead, it carried an attractive magnetic quality that was unique and pleasant.

The foot he had already taken a step with suddenly retracted. His eyes flitted and then he turned his head.

He looked deep into the corridor.

There, a slender figure leaned against the wall. One could barely make out her profile hidden in the dim light. Her lips curled up slightly, her beauty was stunning.

This attracted frequent glances from several young nurses.

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Jiang Ruan leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, one leg slightly bent, and her head tilted, looking at the payment slip in her hand.

Her eyes teased while her lips stayed hooked in a playful curve.

The passing nurses all blushed, their hearts pounding as they orbited her again and again.

"The lobby is on the eastern side..."

Her slender fingers fluttered the thin payment slip, murmuring.

Shi Tingbai had a broken rib and just went into surgery. Naturally, she had to cover the cost.

After glancing at the slip in her hand, she turned around. As soon as she took a step, she realized someone was standing right in front of her.

From her viewpoint, she could see his legs wrapped in slightly loose suit pants, straight and slender, with immaculate black leather shoes at his feet.

Her gaze moved upward to the snow-white lab coat.

He was very tall.

She slowly raised her head to meet the man's twinkling eyes.

His features were refined, but his demeanor was aloof, like a handful of snow held at the peak of a mountain, chilling to the bone.

Her eyes sparkled.

He was handsome.

He glanced at the payment slip in her hand and unexpectedly asked,

"Need help with that?"

Jiang Ruan was taken aback.

That voice...

"Have we met before? In Nanwan?" she stared at him intently.

Fu Chi looked at the expressions on the young woman's face while his hand, inside his lab coat pocket, began rubbing subconsciously.

His emotions, however, remained unreadable.

"Has your wound healed?" he asked.

It was indeed him.

Her memory of his voice was profound because it was so pleasant. She had not expected to run into him again.

Jiang Ruan raised her hand, revealing her pale, slender fingers in front of him.

His gaze fixed on her hand, indeed no trace of a wound was visible.

"It's healed. But about your handkerchief..." she didn't have it with her.

"Can I have it back?"