Chapter 2207: Not Suitable

"Looking for a cargo truck, but haven’t found one yet." Xie Wanying pondered whom to turn to. Usually, for non-medical issues, she’d ask her childhood friend, but since the friend was in trouble, she’d need to find someone else. The senior brothers and sisters aren’t business people, so they’re probably as clueless as she is about whom to ask.

"Let me think." Huang Zhilei clenched his hand into a fist and tapped his palm, inspiration gleaming in his glasses, and shortly thought of someone, "Maybe try asking that Cat Song."

Does Cat Song refer to Doctor Song? Senior Brother Huang loves calling Doctor Song a big lazy cat now.

"Rumor has it his dad’s a big company boss." Huang Zhilei confidently shared his idea, "His dad’s so rich, he could buy him a house with his eyes closed. Getting his dad to help find a cargo truck to move goods shouldn’t be hard."

"Senior Brother." Xie Wanying shook her head, disagreeing with his naive idea, "Doctor Song doesn’t like talking about his family matters. It’s clear he doesn’t want people associating him with his family’s wealth; he just wants to be a good doctor. We shouldn’t force him to get involved in such matters."

It’s possible that Doctor Song had set strict boundaries at home, solely focusing on being a doctor and avoiding entanglements with the family business. In any case, Song Xueling never discussed his family with colleagues, and they must respect his feelings.

Huang Zhilei raised his eyebrows at her: "Junior sister, you—"

You, obstinate as always, thinking of sparing that Cat Song at a time like this.

Asking for help shouldn’t be about moral coercion or forcing someone. Otherwise, what’s the difference from Sister Weng? Xie Wanying believed her childhood friend felt the same. They’re not entirely out of options yet; they can brainstorm until truly cornered.

Getting help from Cat Song isn’t feasible; if not seeking a wealthy benefactor, inspiration struck Huang Zhilei again, "I’ve got another idea. We can mobilize everyone around us to buy the tea, let each household buy a box or several boxes for personal use or as gifts to friends and family. Anyway, tea lasts long. This way, no need for a cargo truck; all the stock could be sold." After expressing his plan, Huang Zhilei’s brow danced with pride, convinced this second idea would work—there’s plenty of people with a sense of justice at the hospital.

Senior Brother Huang, you—Xie Wanying’s expression was complicated; sometimes Senior Cao’s calling him Little Fool had merit.

Before she could explain to her senior brother, a company employee came out waving, "This idea won’t work. Some goods here were pre-ordered with signed contracts, just waiting for handover."

Huh?! Huang Zhilei was dumbfounded immediately. Feeling a bit embarrassed in front of his junior sister, he stepped aside.

He’s a neurosurgeon and doesn’t know the ins and outs of business. Comparatively, Senior Cao understands better; before coming, he phoned around asking people who knew how to handle this.

Doctors aren’t completely without connections to utilize. This incident happened too suddenly, requiring urgent action, catching everyone off guard. Questions of whom to ask or who can be asked just spun around everyone’s minds.

Sun Rongfang warned her son, "Don’t make trouble here, keep an eye on Duoduo, and act like a responsible elder."

With his elder brother present, Xie Youtian dared not stir up trouble, raising his eyebrows as he said to his mother, "I can’t manage Duoduo; she cries if I talk to her."

"I don’t like crying," Xiao Duoduo pouted back.

"Mom." Xie Youtian suggested to his mom and sister, "Let’s ask Brother Cao."

Xiao Duoduo chimed in, "How about asking Brother Pan instead?"

The two little ones are unaware that their brothers are doctors who don’t really understand such matters.