The next second, Qiao Jing, clad in a white coat, pushed the door open and walked in.
Disbelief filled Zhan Qipei's eyes; he had never expected Qiao Jing to be the one entering.
As Zhan Qipei's brain froze and he couldn't react, the incredibly excited voice of Zhan Ruiting suddenly rang in his ears.
"Doctor Qiao! You're finally here! I've been waiting for you for so long!"
Qiao Jing had no time for Zhan Ruiting; she was busy staring at Zhan Qipei with a look of utter surprise.
Why was Zhan Qipei here? Did he know this patient?
"Doctor Qiao? Qiao—" It was in the middle of his excitement that Zhan Ruiting realized something was off. His cousin and Doctor Qiao were looking at each other. What was going on?
"Cough cough—" Zhan Ruiting tugged on Zhan Qipei's sleeve, "Cousin, this is Doctor Qiao I've been telling you about, my, that—"