"If youâre a doctor, you should tell me the truth for the patientâs sake. As for her own privacy, her secrets, I donât think sheâll tell you anything," Cao Yong said.
"So what are you asking me?" Chang Jiawei shouted, then suddenly realized he had walked into a trap and his voice got stuck. His words essentially admitted that he really hadnât learned anything about Xie Wanyingâs personal privacy from her.
Watching him falter, Huang Zhilei adjusted his glasses, snorting, knowing that this Master Playboy couldnât possibly gain his little junior sisterâs trust to learn the secrets in her heart.
"We arenât asking her in person to avoid touching on her inner sadness, as part of respecting her privacy," Cao Yong remained calm, seemingly reasoning earnestly with the other, "Doctor Chang, if you think for a moment, you should understand why we came to ask you instead of her; you should support us instead of urging me to ask her."
"I didnât urge you to ask her, Cao Yong," Chang Jiawei was once again provoked by his words, stabbing sharp glances at his face. He couldnât believe this sanctimonious guy was saying these things just to coax out secrets purely for the patientâs benefit; there must be other hidden purposes.
"We get it, you donât want us to ask her directly. What do you say should be done for the patientâs sake?" Cao Yong threw back a soul-searching question for a doctor at him.
Chang Jiawei muttered to himself: Cao Yong, always using high-sounding reasons to force others into submission. Asking me what to do is pushing me, isnât it? Forcing me to reveal her secrets, forcing me to act badly in front of her.
When it comes to practical issues, if that patient truly doesnât wake up, a thorough investigation of what actually happened before is needed. Whether the patient suffered from mental trauma or other physical injuries heavily influences a doctorâs accurate judgment. Some delayed injuries are too slow to reveal, making it a difficult problem.
Cao Yong studied his persistently hesitant expression and turned to ask Fu Xinheng, "Do you know why heâs reluctant to tell?"
Zhou Junpeng stood beside and rolled his eyes inwardly, feeling chilled: People say Dr. Cao is formidable, Cao Yongâs formidability isnât just about skills, but also includes other strategies.
It was clear that Fu Xinheng was also being cornered. If Fu Xinheng didnât support having Chang Jiawei speak now, it might as well mean he wasnât considering the patientâs needs as a doctor.
Fu Xinhengâs face fell, the current situation left him feeling caught with no way out.
"You donât have to pressure him, Cao Yong. This has nothing to do with him," Chang Jiawei turned back, unwilling to let his innocent old classmate be implicated, stating clearly that heâd take the responsibility alone, "If you have questions, ask me, not him, anything that happened is my doing alone."
"Are you going to tell us or not?" Huang Zhilei, growing equally annoyed with his evasions, issued a final ultimatum.
Chang Jiawei exhaled heavily.
"Alright, alright, if you wonât tell us, weâll just have to ask her ourselves," Huang Zhilei complained, "we originally didnât intend to ask her."
Hearing this, Chang Jiawei lifted his head, "Itâs not that I wonât say, I just donât know exactly what you want to know."
The man finally changed his mind. Huang Zhilei asked once more, "Just explain how you found the patient collapsed on the stairs that day."
"As for that questionâ" realizing he couldnât keep it under wraps, Chang Jiawei resigned to saying it himself, better than letting them ask her, "Actually, that day, there was someone standing at the fire escape door."