Zhou Zizhuo spoke politely and distantly, "Miss Xia."
Xia Minglan snapped back to reality.
She muttered to herself, "Was that just... Su Ruanruan?"
"What?" Zhou Zizhuo frowned.
Xia Minglan realized her mistake—
She must have seen wrong. Su Ruanruan could never reach someone of Doctor Zhou's stature.
She said in a rather breezy tone, "Doctor Zhou, long time no see! How about a cup of coffee together?"
Yet Zhou Zizhuo checked the time and replied, "How unfortunate! A group of my juniors is waiting for me."
He offered an apologetic smile and turned to leave.
Xia Minglan couldn't believe he would dismiss her like that and promptly followed him.
"Doctor Zhou, I need a serious favor." She pleaded earnestly, "There's a patient in critical condition, and only Doctor Zhou can perform the surgery."
Zhou Zizhuo stopped walking, giving a faint smile, "Sorry! I'm here in Jiang City to tend my teacher's grave, and I don't have any other plans."
