"You..." Jiang Haoran was clearly taken aback, not expecting her to simply throw her phone away. He then looked at Ye Rui's indifferent expression as she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to rest, her cheeks even more flushed from the fever.
"It's just a phone, I can always buy a new one," Ye Rui said nonchalantly, though her heart was filled with melancholy, her long eyelashes fluttering helplessly.
Jiang Haoran said, "I don't know what happened between you and Shaoqing, but there is always a solution to every problem; avoiding it won't help."
"Doctor Jiang, what would you do if your patient was beyond help, with no cure in sight?"
Jiang Haoran paused: "It depends on the patient's wishes. I would do my best, but if there's nothing more a doctor can do, excessive medication would only increase the patient's pain and financial burden."
