His appointment wasn't easy to get, definitely not a regular one you could get at an outside city hospital for just 15 bucks.
She's just choked on her saliva and came to see me, a top throat specialist?
...
Outside the door.
Cui Jiangjing couldn't help but curse.
"Damn it! What's going on? I thought Little Yan Rong was being strangled when I got your call. Got the old expert who was about to go abroad for a conference back, telling him it was an emergency."
He paced back and forth, "Urgent, urgent, and it turns out you were just choked by your own saliva? Shengxiao, are you playing with me?"
Li Shengxiao leaned against the wall, for once asked him for a cigarette, lowered his head to light it, took a practiced puff. Only then did he slowly say, "Not playing."
Cui Jiangjing was almost about to explode, "If you're not playing, why did you ask me to find an expert."
"Rong Yan's throat is important."
Cui Jiangjing squeezed out, "Your brother's face isn't important!"
