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"It's Professor Qiao Yuzhou from the Department of Neurology, right?" The little guiding girl confirmed again and again.

"exactly."

"Professor Qiao's numbers are all booked. They have been queued up until next month. Go back and grab the number on your mobile phone in advance. Hang up and come back again. Professor Qiao's number is very difficult to get. You can't get it like this. "

"Oh? That's right. Is Professor Qiao famous?" Song Xi was deliberately surprised.

"Yes, Professor Qiao has excellent medical skills and is very friendly to patients. Moreover...many female patients admire Professor Qiao and have many suitors. Now he doesn't easily receive airborne patients."

"That's it...then let's find someone we know."

"That's even worse. In the past, when Dean Qiao's relatives came to see a doctor, they had to line up in a neat line. Professor Qiao doesn't like people who come in through connections. They treat everyone equally."

The little girl at the front desk said happily.

Song Xi held her chin with one hand and tapped the table at the front desk with the other hand.

"How about this? You give him an internal call and say my surname is Song and see what he says."

The little girl at the front desk was dubious, "You will basically not succeed. There are too many people named Song in the country, and our Professor Qiao will not remember you. If you are interested in him, think of another way.

"No, I'm really here to see a doctor. Just give her a call." Song Xi looked at the little girl with a smile.

The little girl finally picked up the phone. In fact, she had already predicted the outcome in her heart, just to make the patient give up.

"Hello? Is this Professor Qiao's office? Well, a patient came to the front desk. Let me tell Professor Qiao that her surname is Song. Yes, her surname is Song. Let's see if Professor Qiao would like to see her. She is not a scheduled patient. There’s no number in my hand, right, that’s it.”

"What? Are you sure?" The little girl seemed surprised.

"Professor Qiao really said that?"

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, the little girl looked at Song Xi in front of her in surprise.

"Professor Qiao asked you to go directly upstairs. His office is in the innermost office of the Department of Neurology on the sixth floor."

"Okay, thank you." Song Xi smiled and turned around to leave.

The little girl at the front desk is still stunned. What's going on?She has been working here for more than three years. Those who wanted to jump in line or asked acquaintances to call Professor Qiao's number, but in the end no one succeeded. Who was that person just now?As long as you say your surname is Song, you can get an exception from the professor. Oh my god, this is such a long time coming.

Song Xi was actually a little nervous inside. She really hadn't contacted this guy for a long, long time...

At the door of the office, a tall and handsome male doctor walked up to greet him, "Are you Miss Song?"

"Well, I am."

"Hello, Miss Song, I am Professor Qiao's assistant. He is already waiting inside. Come in quickly."

"Okay, thank you."

Song Xi knocked on the door carefully, and then heard a cold voice coming from inside - Come in.

She opened the door and walked in, and immediately saw the man sitting at the desk. He was wearing a snow-white coat and his short hair looked neat. The most important thing was that the ascetic face that had not changed for a century was none other than Qiao Yuzhou.

"Professor Qiao, I came to see you for treatment. It's too difficult to get your number, ha." She carried her small bag and sat at the patient's seat.

The man raised his head and stared at Song Xi's face, his eyes darkening...