Quinn drives the car into an antique style courtyard and stops. He then opens the doors for the three persons in the car.
After Yaffe gets out of the car, he holds her hand and walks in the front to lead the way.
The natural interaction between the two of them makes Jarre and Anne very Jealous.
Anne takes out her cell phone silently and took a few pictures of them.
She finds that even by the side of such an excellent man like Quinn, Yaffe still looks pretty and confident. Anne can’t help admiring her.
Quinn leads them to a room with Tanami and a small tea table.
A set of exquisite tea set and some delicate pastry are already placed on the table.
Quinn explains to them, “The food will be ready in a few minutes. We can have a cup of tea first.”
Anne looks at Quinn with glistening eyes.
When Quinn lets go of Yaffe’s hand, Anne hugs Yaffe and cries out, “Yaffe, I have to hug you, or I will have to hug Quinn.”
Yaffe raises her chin and makes a gesture to the direction of Quinn and said, “If you want to hug him, go ahead. I won’t stop you.”
“I dare not.” Anne takes a glance at Quinn, who is just a few steps away from her, and admits her lack of courage.
“Then don’t blame me for it.”
Quinn smiles at their dialogue.
What kind of boss will have what kind of subordinates, he thinks.
After making the tea, he places a cup in front of each of them and says, “Have a try.”
Anne picks it up and takes a sip, but soon she gasps because it is too hot.
Since she has already acted brazenly, it won’t hurt to lose her face one more time. So she says to Quinn, “Mr. He, I’m a big fan of you and Yaffe. I can see Yaffe every day, but I rarely see you. Can you take a picture with me as a gift to your fan?”
“Sure.”
Anne then runs with raptures to his side, makes a gesture of victory with her fingers.
Yaffe takes a few pictures for them with the cell phone. “Change another posture, you two. Anne, you look like a fool. Don’t make this gesture again.”
Anne then holds Quinn’s arm brazen-faced and smiles brightly.
Yaffe takes a few more pictures for them and then says, “Okay, now let go of my husband’s arm. Don’t grope my husband.”
“Wow, Yaffe, you are so mean,” Anne protests.
“My husband is too handsome. Every woman wants to steal him. I have to be watchful.”
Anne ignores her, but she gives Yaffe back the seat beside Quinn. She picks up her cell phone and starts to appreciate the pictures.
She not only appreciates them joyfully, but pulls Jarre over to share her joy. She says, “Wow, this close-up picture shows every detail of Mr. He’s features. My mediocre face also looks like that of a superstar beside Mr. He.”
Jorre glues her eyes on Quinn’s face. Her heart beats faster when she watches his chiseled features and charming smiling.
When Ann is seeing her pictures, Quinn grabs Yaffe’s hand and squeezes it. He whispers to her, “Are you satisfied now?”
“Thank you, Boss,” Yaffe replies in a whisper too.
The food is brought and every dish is both pleasing to the eye and appealing in smell. The arrangement of the food in the plates is artistic, which adds to its attractiveness.
Quinn helps them get the food to their plates and introduces the characteristics of the dishes sometimes.
So he doesn’t deliberately remind others of his existence, but also avoids being too aloof.
Anne keeps her eyes wide open during the whole meal that she feels her eyes have turned into two big stars after the meal.
After lunch and going back to hospital, Yaffe is called to the Chief’s office.
“Chief, what’s it?”
“Lorin Mo wants to see you.”
“Why would he see me? I’m not outstanding on medical skills and have a bad temper. Can I kill his pain physically or mentally?”
“How can I know?” The chief snorts. He throws a piece of paper to Yaffe and says, “The room number is on it. You go to have a check on him.”
Yaffe picks up the paper and takes a glance at it. “How’s his temper?”
“You’d better find it out yourself.”
“Tsk. It seems that you have had enough of him. Okay, I can guess what it is roughly.” After she says that, she walks towards the door.
The chief adds behind her, “Be smart. Don’t stand there like a fool and let him abuse you as he likes.”
“Okay. If he abuses me, I’ll give him a lesson!”
The chief is speechless at her response.
Yaffe walked slowly to the top floor of the in-patient building.
VIP rooms are all located on the top floor. Half of the area is wards of patients and half is a roof garden.
Yaffe finds the room and knocks on the door gently. “Hello, Mr. Mo. I’m Doctor Yaffe Qin. May I come in?”
It is all quiet inside the ward.
Yaffe repeats again and she hears a freezing voice coming from inside, “Come in!”
Yaffe pushes the door open and the scene comes to her eyes is a mess.
Quilt, a thermos, food are scattered on the floor. Even Lorin himself has fallen beside the bed. His walking stick is about three meters away from him.
Half of Lorin’s face is wrapped with gauze. The remained half of his face is sound.
He stares at Yaffe with a pair of eyes as sharp as that of an eagle. He probably wishes his glance could stab through Yaffe.
Yaffe ignores his glance and walks in haste to his side despite the injury on her foot. “Mr. Mo, let me help you to get to the bed.”
“Are you coming to laugh at me?”
“I don’t have so much time.” Yaffe bends down to help him up. “It’s cold to sit on the floor. Come on.”
Lorin throws her hands away. “Get out of here!”
“You ask me to come and then ask me to get out? What we doctors are to you?” Yaffe says with a smile.
After she says that, she turns a blind eye to Lorin’s astonishment and struggling, goes around to his back, carries him up and puts him onto the bed gently.
She pants as she carries him. “You are injured now. Your first priority is to get well. Anger, resentment, hatred all have to be put aside. You are a star. A lot of people are keeping an eye on you and are also expecting you to recover and reappear in front of the media. It won’t do you any good if you don’t cooperate with the medical staff.”
Whether Lorin listens to her or not, she continues, “You may feel that you are miserable, but you are fortunate on at least one thing. You’ve contacted the president of our hospital within two hours after you got hurt. You should have confidence in our president’s skill. He will make sure your face won’t have scars and you can go on with your life as before. But if you don’t cooperate, even with the top skills in the world, he can’t help you. Most of the people aren’t as lucky as you are.”
“Did I ask you to give me such a lecture?” Lorin fixes his gloomy eyes on Yaffe’s face steadily.
“I just want to tell you these. I participated in your surgery. The president and the chief have done a good job in treating your wound. If you cooperate with us on treatment, you won’t have any problem. I believe you’ve already known that. So why do you have to make yourself more miserable during the treatment? Does it give you a sense of existence by doing so? Or you prefer to have a little scar as the reminder of the accident?”