Chapter 11 — After Kicking the Medical Professor

"To take revenge, why would you sit down and compile twenty pages of exam review content for me?"

“Maybe you're using a gentle attack strategy.”

He laughed, relaxed his tightly curled fingers, and returned to his usual leisurely look: "Okay, just investigate."

“During the survey, you are not allowed to move your hands or feet.”

“What is called moving hands and feet?”

“Don't casually touch my arms or shoulders or anything.”

“So last time your hands were frozen, I helped you warm them up——”

“That counts as an exception.”

“The rules you set are quite flexible.”

“The rules I set, of course I am the one to explain.”

He nodded, pulled out the notes software on his phone, and typed with a serious expression: "Take notes. To Van Le's survey period rule number one: No proactive touching, but special exceptions will be unilaterally decided by her." Me: “…Why did you record this?”

“Save the evidence, in case you turn over old accounts later.”

“When do I calculate the old account?”

"On the evening of June 7, you told me to take a shower and text messages late, so you got angry at me. Actually, I only took a shower for twelve minutes."

"It's because you wrongly scheduled a time to chat with me that day!"

“I later explained that it was because the surgery was prolonged.”

“Then you have to let me know in advance!”

He looked at me and suddenly burst into laughter.

“To Van Le.”

“What?”

“It looks like you're arguing with me right now,” He leaned forward slightly, “Just like before.”

I was stunned, only then did I realize that my eloquent gesture demanding justice just now was exactly the same as when I fell in love online. At that moment, just a phone screen away, I dared to act like a babe, dared to get angry with him, because I knew he wouldn't really get angry. Now face to face, it's still him, but I have another layer of fear. But after arguing two sentences, that layer of fear had already thinned without even realizing it. He clearly realized that too, the smile in his eyes became even gentler.

"Okay," He proactively took a step back and reopened the document, "Let's finish teaching today's knowledge first. Let's examine you slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

I sat up straight and received the pen he gave me. Opening the first page, his handwriting is neat and elegant, next to each point of knowledge there are notes related to clinical cases. I lowered my head to watch for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

“Little Uncle Tham.”

“Yes?”

“That PPT file about the heart transplant story before sleeping... Was it a real story at that time or did you make it up?”

He paused slightly, then touched his nose.

"Half is true, half is a lie. That patient was indeed the first heart transplant surgery I participated in, but turning his recovery into a fairy tale was something I temporarily thought of."

“Why are you thinking about telling that story?”

“Because it was the most accomplished thing I've ever done, I wanted to share the best thing with you.”

I stared at his words for a long time. The smell of cinnamon flowers drifted in from the window, and the autumn sunlight shone on the table, covering the black letters with a golden border.

“Little Uncle Tham.”

“Yes.”

“I still remember that story to this day.” I lowered my head, not looking at him, "For forty minutes, I heard you I fell asleep without knowing it."

The tip of his pen stopped on the paper.

“Yes, I know.” His voice was very soft, "That day after you fell asleep, your breathing became very even. I listened for a long time before hanging up."

I buried my face in a pile of documents, my ears were so hot they could fry an egg. 7 The next two weeks, I spent the days being "fed" by Tham Khinh Chu with knowledge and late-night snacks. He really follows the rules very well.