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”Old Chen.” When Wang Zhuangyong went upstairs again, he saw that Chen Wanhao was engaged in a conversation with the old man sitting opposite him.

Chen Wanhao extended his hand and waved. He said with a smile to Wang Zhuangyong, ”I've met someone who likes tea too. Mister Wang is telling me about smoked tea. Oh yeah, both of you share the same surname. This is Young Wang. He used to be my dormmate too.”

”Your dorm gave rise to plenty of genii,” Wang Chuanwen praised them. ”Doctor Wang was helping some patients with rehabilitation exercises downstairs earlier, and I saw that he's quite good at it. Quite a number of people were queueing up to receive treatment from him.”

Wang Zhuangyong was pleased with himself when he heard this, and he was so happy that even his fingers were bent more elegantly as he held the teacup. He then gazed at the elderly Wang Chuanwen with a look of admiration on his face and praised him. ”You're not from Lower Groove, are you?”

”I don't look like I am, do I?”

”Yea.” Wang Zhuangyong had encountered plenty of people from Lower Groove for the past few days.

Lower Groove was once one of the filthy parts of Yun Hua City, and people from Lower Groove of Wang Chuanwen's age mostly used to be lower-class citizens who earned money courtesy of hard labor. They did not study much and were not very cultured people. After they made some money, they would, at most, start a small business. Those businesses might not even be successful.

Only Lower Groove residents from Ling Jiezhou's generation onwards enjoyed a better quality of life.

Wang Chuanwen was wearing a jacket, but the jacket was a crisp and smooth one, and it was spotless. It might even be brand new. With this kind of aesthetics, this jacket was obviously not cheap. The way people dressed said a lot about them. Even though wearing such an expensive-looking jacket could not prove just how successful Wang Chuanwen was, but it was clear that he was definitely not from Lower Groove.

Wang Zhuangyong had been working in Lower Groove Clinic for quite a few days, and none of his elderly patients looked this rich.

Rich elderly men and rich elderly women would not trust doctors who only charged 25 RMB per session, anyway. They would naturally go to classy establishments like traditional Chinese medicine hospitals, and there would be highly-qualified and skilled physicians there.

”Young man, you're observant indeed. I'm here to see Doctor Ling.” Wang Chuanwen did not bother to explain things. He changed the topic. ”How about you, Doctor Wang? Why did you decide to help patients with rehabilitation exercises in Lower Groove Clinic?”

”I was just thinking about helping out Ling Ran's family, but I didn't expect there to be so many regular patients. I can't just stop coming over with them around.” There was a smile on Wang Zhuangyong's face as he said that.

Even though he had worked in the hospital for quite a while, almost no patients ever asked to see him.

Nowadays, patients were often discharged quickly from the wards. Even patients from the Rehabilitation Department were not allowed to stay in the hospital for a long time. And patients who were new to the hospital often liked to look for chief physicians or the leader of treatment groups without being aware of it. And after they were more used to life in the hospital and knew that they should be looking for attending physicians or their doctors in charge instead, it would almost be time for them to recover and get discharged.

Things were not the same in Lower Groove. Most patients who were there for physiotherapy exercises did not just intend to look for Wang Zhuangyong. They had no other choices, anyway. This was also why Wang Zhuangyong asked Chen Wanhao to come over so that he could show off.

”Doctor Wang!” After a few sips of tea, someone downstairs called for Wang Zhuangyong.

”Can't help it. I'll go over and take a look.” Wang Zhuangyong smiled, and he looked pleased with himself as he went downstairs with his head raised.

Chen Wanhao was in a little bit of a daze as he stared after Wang Zhuangyong, and as expected, he totally bought into Wang Zhuangyong's boasting. He could not help but sigh. He then poured Wang Chuanwen a cup of tea and sipped his tea in silence.

Wang Chuanwen smiled and said, ”You guys enjoy a pretty good relationship.”

Former classmates who showed off to each other after attaining small achievements enjoyed healthy relationships. Those who disappeared for a long time and showed up after ten years after they achieved success were usually seeking revenge.

Chen Wanhao flashed a wan smile. ”There's nothing for me to do other than watch as they show off. I'm still under rotation in the hospital, and I don't know what's going to happen next.”

As Chen Wanhao and Wang Chuanwen had tea, Wang Zhuangyong went upstairs to show off every time he had some free time. After a few rounds of showing off, Wang Zhuangyong already looked so pleased with himself that it was as if he was shining. Only then did Ling Ran exit the operating theater in the west wing of the clinic and walk upstairs as he washed his hand with some alcohol-based hand sanitizer.

”Are you done with the surgery?” Wang Zhuangyong stuck out his pinky finger as he held his teacup. He held his tea napkin in his other hand as he waved at Ling Ran.

”I'm done with all the surgeries today.” Ling Ran only saw Wang Chuanwen when he sat down by the tea table, and he greeted the latter.

”You're late. Isn't he, Old Chen?” Wang Zhuangyong smiled as he elbowed Chen Wanhao.

Chen Wanhao did not play along with Wang Zhuangyong, though. ”I'm just early,” he said honestly.

Wang Zhuangyong gasped. ”Not bad, Old Chen. You know the etiquettes of society now. Yes, this is the right way to talk… Ling Ran, take a look at the way Old Chen speaks and think about how you speak. You don't seem to be showing any improvement.”