Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s
Chapter 333 - Chapter 333 Sister what are you competing for

Chapter 333: Sister, what are you competing for? Chapter 333: Sister, what are you competing for? “Senior Yoo, this misdiagnosis is very normal because the patient himself hid the fact that he ate hot pot,” Xie Wanying said.

“How did you figure out he ate hot pot?”

“His accent is from Mountain City.”

Kang Mingzhu’s palm patted her shoulder, “Next time you intern in internal medicine, come to my Ward Five.”

“Can I decide on that?” Xie Wanying asked.

“You submit an application to the hospital saying you want to intern at our Ward Five,” Kang Mingzhu advised her.

“So there’s a trick to it?”

Whose voice was that? Kang Mingzhu and Xie Wanying looked up.

Huang Zhilei stood by their dining table, chin resting on his hand, looking down at the two of them thoughtfully.

“Senior Brother, when did you get here?” Kang Mingzhu exclaimed in surprise.

“Just now, I heard that you’re trying to lure the junior sister to your department,” Huang Zhilei adjusted his glasses as he spoke to her.

Kang Mingzhu’s face flushed, “How could it be called luring? I’m just giving her a suggestion. She likes to intern in our department too, right, Yingying?”

“You try saying that to Senior Yoo, see if she won’t flip the table on you,” Huang Zhilei gave her a piece of advice.

“I–” Kang Mingzhu was at a loss for words.

While the senior brother and senior sister were conversing, Xie Wanying dared not interject.

“Senior Brother, I know you’re in neurosurgery, and you think faster than I do, and you’re more eloquent,” seeing that she was about to lose, Kang Mingzhu flattered her senior brother unabashedly.

Huang Zhilei adjusted his glasses and gave her another piece of advice, “I suggest you don’t do that. You can’t wrap fire in paper, and if you do this, I can also ask her to write an application report. Then, what will you do?”

“Alright, alright, let’s wait for the hospital to arrange it,” Kang Mingzhu threw in the towel, but then unwilling to concede, she asked her junior sister, “Was it Teacher Ren who arranged for your clinical rotations?”

“Probably,” Xie Wanying had always guessed that. Teacher Tan was arranged by Teacher Ren; otherwise, why did Teacher Ren imply so profoundly that day that she should learn well from Teacher Tan.

The moment he heard the junior sister’s words, Huang Zhilei, who knew the inside story from Cao Yong, could hardly contain his laughter.

Senior Brother Huang is laughing like this!?

“Isn’t that so?” Xie Wanying looked at her senior brother in surprise.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” Huang Zhilei gently patted the clever but sometimes naive head of his junior sister and said, “That day Senior Cao gave you a ride, why didn’t you go to eat with him?”

“I had lunch at the teacher’s house that day.”

“What about the evening?”

“There was a traffic jam while driving back. Then, Senior Cao received a call and had to go back to the hospital. I went back to the dormitory.”

It’s such a coincidence for Senior Cao. Huang Zhilei felt like the Emperor in a bigger hurry than the eunuch.

Kang Mingzhu returned with a bowl of soup and asked her senior brother, “Are you going to join us for a meal?”

“No, I’ve got some things to do.”

Right then, a sister nurse from the department called, “Yingying, are you free at noon? There’s something I need your help with.”

If a sister nurse entrusts you, you have to say you’re free. Xie Wanying wiped her mouth with a napkin, “I’ve finished eating, I’ll head back now,” she said as she stood up and bid her senior sister farewell.

Walking to the elevator, she bumped into Senior Brother Huang, who was also waiting.

“You know there’s an elevator here?” Huang Zhilei quietly asked his junior sister. This elevator, tucked away in a hidden narrow corner, was quite small and meant for staff use only, usually unknown to medical students.

Xie Wanying nodded, “Senior Cao told me about it once.”