"It's okay now." Wen Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Di handed him a handkerchief: "Here, for you. Thank you for saving the patient."
"Not sincere enough." Wen Zhiyuan smiled, gazing into her eyes.
Shen Di shoved the handkerchief into his hand with a cold snort: "Wipe your own sweat."
The old man woke up, holding Wen Zhiyuan's hand and refusing to let go, continuously thanking him.
"No need to thank me, I'm a doctor, it's what I do." Wen Zhiyuan said.
After speaking, he took Shen Di and vanished from there. He glanced at his watch, yes, he was in a hurry.
"Hey, where are you taking me? The old man still wants to say a few words to you, and you're ignoring him." Shen Di laughed.
"Good deeds without leaving a name. What if they take a liking to me and want me as a son-in-law?"
"Look at you, so full of yourself."
Shen Di didn't know where Wen Zhiyuan was taking her. Sitting in the passenger seat, she silently watched the road ahead.
