He took out a business card from the cardholder on the table and handed it to Lin Shan with both hands.
Lin Shan awkwardly accepted it, too embarrassed to look up at him, and with her head down, said, "Goodbye," before quickly leaving.
After leaving the hospital building, she looked at the business card, Chen YuJie, a pretty standard name.
Three days later, her toothache had eased a bit but wasn't completely gone, so Lin Shan went to the hospital again to ask Chen YuJie to prescribe her some more medicine.
"No need to prescribe the painkillers again this time, right?" Chen YuJie asked gently.
Lin Shan thought for a moment and said, "Better prescribe some, just in case."
Chen YuJie laughed, "What could happen?"
Lin Shan's voice was sweet and clear, "Oh, you know the saying, a toothache isn't an illness, but when it hurts, it can be deadly."
"Haha." Chen YuJie laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling.
