Chapter 399 - 128 Fiery Screen Feifei Guest Appearance_7
Nangong Chen smiled and nodded gently.
"Dr. Nyx, can I be your friend?"
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "Of course."
He stretched out his hand, "Hello, my name is Nangong Chen."
Yun Ya smiled and shook his hand lightly, "My name is Ji Yunya."
Nangong Chen’s eyes twinkled as he smiled, "That’s a nice name."
Nangong Chen couldn’t withstand much exhaustion, and soon fell asleep. Yun Ya tucked him in, did a thorough check, and then left the ward.
As she opened the door to the ward, a tall figure was standing at the doorway; if Yun Ya’s psychological endurance hadn’t been strong, she would definitely have been startled.
"Mr. Nangong." She nodded lightly.
"Is he asleep?"
"Yes, is there anything else you need, Mr. Nangong?" Yun Ya asked softly.
Nangong Yan furrowed his brows and then suddenly looked up at Yun Ya. In those eyes, Yun Ya felt an intense pressure that made her instantly alert.
"I want to take my brother back home, and as his primary physician, I hope Dr. Nyx can come back with us. As for the salary, I will offer ten times the current one."
To hire her as a personal physician?
Yun Ya didn’t even think before refusing, "Mr. Nangong should seek another expert. Your brother has passed the critical period. As long as he’s taken good care of, there shouldn’t be any danger."
Without another glance at Nangong Yan, she turned and quickly left.
It was best if these two brothers left soon. She truly did not want to serve them anymore, each proving more troublesome than the other.
Nangong Yan watched Yun Ya’s receding figure, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
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Tomorrow there would be a conference held at the hospital, inviting many experts and professors from the medical field across the country. The hospital had started hyping up the upcoming event on electronic displays and banners three days prior.
No sooner had Yun Ya turned back to her office than she saw Wei Qing gazing at the computer with shining eyes.
Seeing Yun Ya enter, Wei Qing waved her over, "There will be many big shots at tomorrow’s conference, Professor Li Yuan, Professor Wen Dehua, even Academician Chiang, who’s already retired, will attend. It’s truly a gathering of stars."
Wen Dehua? Yun Ya found the name somewhat familiar.
"The famous otorhinolaryngology professor Wen Dehua?"
Remembering the cases of congenital deaf-mutism that Yun Ya had been collecting, Wei Qing responded, "Yes, Professor Wen Dehua’s field of expertise is in otolaryngology and he is also the director of the national institute for otolaryngology research."
Yun Ya had long wanted to meet this person and had many questions to ask him. This opportunity was too good to miss, so she decided to attend tomorrow.
"Could you compile Professor Wen Dehua’s information and major works for me? I need it urgently." Wei Qing immediately complied.
Yun Ya had never given up on treating Miaomiao. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, however faint and elusive, she would never give up.
Professor Bird’s research had hit a bottleneck; how long it would take to see a glimpse of hope was uncertain. She couldn’t put all her eggs in one basket.
Yun Ya was reviewing Professor Wen’s information and literature in the office, and before she knew it, it was already five in the afternoon. She packed up her things, ready to leave work.
In every elevator, many people would come aboard, mostly nurses and doctors changing shifts. Yun Ya stood in the corner, her head slightly lowered, listening to the young girls chattering excitedly.
"Did you watch the most beautiful voice? Ah, Mai Zheng is just so handsome. He is my new male god."
"I prefer Kang Le. Don’t you think her voice is very distinctive? It’s truly a heavenly sound, and what’s more, she looks great in person too."
"I watched for Master Ming, but ended up falling into the trap of Little King Mai. He could rely on his looks but chooses to count on talent; when he’s willful, nobody can beat him."
"The Sect Hierarch just posted on Weibo." Someone browsing Weibo called out, and instantly everyone took out their phones.
Without thinking, Yun Ya took out her phone, opened Weibo, and refreshed.
Ming Han had posted a still from when he participated in the parent-child battle. In the sunlight, a little girl sat demurely on a stool while a handsome man, who should be strutting on a catwalk, was clumsily doing her hair, unable to make it presentable, which could only be described as comical. Yet, the expression on his face was very serious. The little girl, with her hands propping her cheeks, looked at the sun with a sweet smile, squinting her eyes slightly, her innocent and pure look carrying a saintly beauty detached from the mundane.
This scene, tranquil and warm, whether the composition or the mood, moved people deeply. It belonged to the small daily life of a father and his daughter.