Clearly, the male students in her class held Senior Cao in great awe.
Cao Yong's eyes, professional in demeanor, scrutinized Student Zhao. Suddenly, a stern light flashed in his handsome eyes, "What's wrong with you?"
With just a glance, he could sense that the other party was being emotional. How could a medical student getting hospital treatment act so emotional?
"Senior, I—" Zhao Zhaowei hadn't expected the star Senior of their eight-year program to visit him personally, and felt humiliated to be seen in such a sickly state by the star Senior.
The boys in their class often said that whenever you meet Senior Cao, you should stand tall, puff out your chest, and report to the Senior what you have learned. It was best to answer fluently, impressing the Senior. As long as the Senior admired and mentored them, staying in the hospital meant they were top-notch.