Tuesday, almost 1:00 PM. The Plastic Surgery Center at the Affiliated Hospital.
Wang Chuan had just finished lunch and a quick ten-minute nap. After washing his face, he sat down behind his desk, ready to start the afternoon's work, when the office door was suddenly thrown open with a BANG.
Furious, Wang Chuan was about to slam his hand on the desk and stand up when he looked up and saw Yan Ziruo rushing in, her face grim.
"Ziruo, what's wrong? Who got you so upset?"
Yan Ziruo strode closer and shoved her phone right in Wang Chuan's face.
She held it so close it almost touched the tip of his nose.
Wang Chuan glanced at the screen, then gently pressed her hand down. He smiled. "It's just a baseless, trashy rumor from the internet. You already talked to Feifan on the phone, right?"
"There's no need to get worked up over something like this!"
Yan Ziruo planted both hands on the desk, leaned forward, and stared directly at Wang Chuan.
