With their harmonious married life, Tong Yao positively radiated a sweetness that tormented every singleton around her. People at the hospital pointed and whispered about her, but she did not care. Some things were fine once you learned to let them go. Her life was her own.
"Doctor Jian, Director Wang wants to see you." Li Tiantian frantically signaled to her with her eyes.
"Got it."
Running into something like this first thing in the morning made Tong Yao's brow throb. She doubted it was anything good. Last time, over the hospital's patient allocations, the director had transferred her patients to other doctors without her consent. She had even shut his office door and had a furious argument with him over it.
"Director, it's Tong Yao. Are you in?" She knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Director Wang was a middle-aged doctor who had spent over thirty years at this hospital. He was balding and slightly overweight, with a potbelly that stuck out farther than his chest. He usually wore a beaming smile, his little eyes narrowing whenever he saw anyone. Behind his back, plenty of people called him a smiling tiger.
Having worked with him for five or six years, Tong Yao knew his character fairly well. His smile never reached his eyes, and profit came before everything else. Rather than a doctor, he seemed more like an old fox who had made his fortune in business.
At that moment, he was bent over a pile of documents, his glasses sliding so low they were almost below his nose.
"You wanted to see me, Director?"
"Tong Yao, take a look at these."
There were many letters on his desk, none bearing a postmark or even a name. She opened one, glanced through it, then tossed it back onto the