Fu Shilv had just finished saying that when his phone rang again.
It was the emergency department of the hospital.
The number flashed on the screen, repeatedly jumping.
He reached out and answered, "Hello."
"Mr. Fu, there's a patient here in critical condition, you need to come over. It has to be you!"
Sheng Youxia was already up, pushing her chair aside, "I'll go with you."
"Why are you coming?"
"Who put Young Mr. Zhao in? I'm worried that if his eyes can't be treated, things might get out of control."
Fu Shilv watched Sheng Youxia walk past him, this woman was just stubborn, wasn't she still very concerned about him?
In the car, Sheng Youxia was driving, and halfway through, she asked a question.
"Why did you say that?"
"What are you referring to?"
"Saying you don't want to be a doctor anymore."