Where Did the Pressure Come From?
Just like Doctor Zhou, after arriving in the country, had constantly heard local propaganda claiming that people overseas lived in dire misery, she knew perfectly well that things at home probably weren't as bad as foreign propaganda made them out to be.
When they arrived at the hospital entrance, Wang Yue said politely, "You're still on the clock, Doctor Zhou, so I won't invite you out now. Whenever you have some free time, please let me treat you to a meal as a token of my appreciation."
Wang Yue had only been making polite conversation. After all, Doctor Zhou had helped him, and he ought to show his gratitude somehow. However, in most cases, people turned down his invitations.
The two of them were both single, and going out to eat alone together might seem a little intimate. Normally, a woman would be somewhat reserved about it.
Wang Yue happened to have something to take care of, so he wanted to use a woman's reserve as an excuse to act like a clueless block of steel for once.
But to his surprise, Doctor Zhou immediately replied, "Then wait for me a moment. I'll go ask my mentor for leave."
Watching Doctor Zhou hurry off, Wang Yue couldn't help laughing helplessly. She hadn't even given him a chance to take back his offer, so all he could do was wait.
Still, Wang Yue wasn't short on money, and he didn't mind treating someone to a meal. While he waited, he got in touch with a publishing house to arrange publication of his Beginning comic.
It was an excuse he planned to use to help Qinqin understand how he felt. He'd already tried it with Ma Li, and it had worked wonderfully. Of course, he'd have