Qiao Yin drove back to the Medical Clinic. After lunch with her grandmother and cousin, she began her clinic hours.
She stayed busy until evening, only then had she seen most of the patients.
She got up and poured herself a cup of rose tea, just as she was about to call the next patient, her office door was pushed open.
She looked up and found, to her surprise, Lu Lingche had come.
Qiao Yin frowned slightly, "President Lu is here for a consultation? My clinic is too small to accommodate someone of your standing. You should go to large hospitals like Lan's Hospital."
Lu Lingche looked cold and aloof. He exuded a chill that seemed more frigid than the November wind outside the window.
"Qiao Yin, you are quite capable."
"What do you mean by that, President Lu? What capability do I have? Weren't you the one who always said I was just a pretty face? You always lectured me to learn more from Miss Lan. But now you're saying I'm capable?"
"I was mistaken in the past."