What day is the 7th next week?
Yang Fan thought blankly.
Dr. Yue lay on the bed in the consulting room with his eyes closed and made the sign of the cross on his chest with one hand. Then he cautiously asked the person sitting next to him in his office chair and occupying his desk: "Doctor Yang, when can you leave?"
Yang Fan blew out a smoke ring leisurely: "It's none of your business!"
"Maybe there will be a patient later."
"None of my business!"
Dr. Yue was sobbing in her heart.
The dripping sound of dripping water is Yang Fan's text message ringtone.
Yang Fan opened the phone and received only six words: "Bring back some lychees."
Yang Fan gritted his teeth and stood up, kicked the chair behind him and gave a middle finger to his phone.
Lu Xuan is a bitch! He probably can't remember it anymore!
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