Xia Tang doesn't like her attending doctor, Lu Huaxin. She would not comfort her hypocritically, saying it would get better. It was just a benign tumor. She would always tell her with a straight face, "You can't be cured, just wait to die." Xia Tang gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Even if I, Xia, are like a dog, I won't wag my tail to Lu Huaxin."
Later, "Sister Lu, look at the flowers I folded." "Sister, sister, sister, my stomach hurts." "Sister, do you like me?" "I want to drink sister's milk tea."
Later, Xia Tang folded the piles of medical records into bunches of paper roses and gave them to Lu Huaxin. Lu Huaxin turned his head and said word by word, "Xia Tang, even if you like me again, I can't possibly move my heart for you. We are doctors and patients, nothing more."
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