Knock, knock, knock~
"Come in."
"Hello, Doctor Qiao. These are case records on head trauma that I gathered from abroad. I've already translated them. Could I trouble you to take a look? Maybe they'll help with my father's condition."
Lu Jingyao entered with a smile and handed the thick stack of documents to Doctor Qiao. Yet beneath that smile lay three parts humility, and all the rest was exhaustion.
When Doctor Qiao saw Lu Jingyao enter, he had initially frowned. This beautiful woman was very "disobedient."
She clearly did not trust his medical skills or diagnosis enough, always raising objections to his recommendations and arrangements.
Come on, he, Qiao Zhenshan, was at least a deputy chief physician with more than a decade of clinical experience. During consultations, he had even called in his own teacher. What more did an ordinary patient want? Did she expect one of those famous big shots in the field to come treat her father? Those people were busy.
Besides, many relatives had come with this Lu Jingyao. They made such a racket in the ward that it was infuriating, and they had already clashed with the nurses and other patients several times.
But when Qiao Zhenshan heard the words "materials from abroad," his expression immediately became much more amiable.
"Materials from abroad? Let me see."
This was 1987, not the future age of a globally connected internet. It was extremely difficult for domestic doctors to obtain foreign case materials. They either had to rely on foreign-language academic journals or go abroad for exchanges, neither of which was easy for Qiao Zhenshan.
So, in Qiao Zhenshan's eyes, the thick stack of documents in Lu Jingyao's hands was far more precious than any cigarettes, liquor, or red envelopes.
Qiao Zhenshan took the documents and gave them a