“Another examination, and if there are no problems, Mr. Yue’s treatment will be over. The patient’s recovery to health is my happiest thing,” Tao Yu said, using her most common explanation these past two days, while slightly restraining her expression to avoid looking too pleased.
The housekeeper smiled and walked with her towards Yue Linze’s room. As they approached, they saw five or six doctors standing at the door. When they saw the housekeeper and Tao Yu, they immediately greeted them.
After exchanging pleasantries, Tao Yu curiously asked, “Why aren’t you going in?
We are waiting for you, Dr. Tao. You are an expert in mental health. How should we arrange this examination?” a family doctor asked.
Tao Yu thought for a moment and nodded, saying: “Let’s do this. I’ll first take someone to do a final examination for Mr. Yue. If his headache is not caused by mental issues, you can then conduct other tests.”
A few people stood at the doorway discussing for a moment, all feeling that Tao Yu’s approach was feasible, and they made way for her. Tao Yu stood at the door, took a deep breath, and adjusted herself, preparing to knock. But the moment her small fist was about to knock, the door opened, and she couldn’t stop in time, directly hitting the chest of the person who opened the door.
The doctors: “…” Tao Yu: “…”
She was stunned for a moment and then raised her head with difficulty, meeting a pair of starry eyes. Tao Yu gave an awkward laugh and was about to explain when she heard Yue Linze ask calmly, “Dr. Tao, what are you doing?”
“…Sorry, are you still having a headache today? I’m here to do the final examination.” Tao Yu quickly withdrew her hand, standing there as if nothing had happened, maintaining a professional smile.
Yue Linze glanced at the people behind her: “And these people?”
“They are also here to help investigate the cause of your headache,” Tao Yu immediately replied.
Yue Linze pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: “No need, my head doesn’t hurt anymore.”
