Chapter 8: Your Girlfriend?

Fortunately, the message sent successfully!

Zhao Shutong hadn’t blocked her yet!

“Done!”

Feng Miwan let out a long sigh of relief, tossed her phone onto the table, and picked up her chopsticks again.

“Doctor Xiong, you’re truly my savior!”

Xiong Yibai watched as her expression shifted from gloomy to sunny and she began devouring her food. She shook her head helplessly, though a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Just then, Feng Miwan’s phone on the table buzzed and vibrated, the screen lighting up.

With food still stuffed in her mouth, Feng Miwan grabbed it casually and glanced at it—it was a WeChat message from Zhao Shutong.

She tapped it open, and there in the chat box sat four glaring characters:

Zhao Shutong: “Your girlfriend?”

“Pfft—cough cough! Cough!!”

This time, Feng Miwan truly choked. Intense coughing seized her, tears nearly streaming from her eyes.

Xiong Yibai jumped in fright. She stood up, hurried to Feng Miwan’s side, and sat down next to her.

With one hand, she took the chopsticks and the nearly dropped phone from Feng Miwan’s grasp and set them on the table.

With the other, she patted Feng Miwan’s back.

Xiong Yibai frowned slightly. “Eat slower.”

Feng Miwan coughed too hard to speak and could only wave her hands frantically, signaling that she was fine (as if).

The phone vibrated two more times.

Zhao Shutong: “This one’s a real catch, Xiao Wan!”

“I didn’t expect you’d snag such a stunning beauty with top-tier looks and an impeccable aura while driving that ambulance!”

“Looks like you’re at a restaurant? Already on a dinner date? Impressive speed!”

Xiong Yibai’s gaze inadvertently swept over the screen, catching “This one’s a real catch, Xiao Wan!” and the particularly eye-catching “Your girlfriend?” at the top.

Her movements paused for a moment, then she calmly looked away, pretending she hadn’t seen a thing.

Feng Miwan finally caught her breath, though her throat still burned.

She had no idea that Xiong Yibai had already spotted that fatal message.

“Th-thanks, Doctor Xiong… I almost thought I’d choke to death right here.”

“You’re welcome.”

Seeing that Feng Miwan was truly okay, Xiong Yibai stood up and returned to her seat across the table, picking up her chopsticks to continue eating.

After they ate for a bit, Feng Miwan suddenly remembered the afternoon’s events.

“By the way, Doctor Xiong, could you ask Doctor Ren about those two patients’ conditions?”

Xiong Yibai set down her chopsticks and pulled out her phone.

“I’ll ask right now.”

She opened WeChat, found her chat with Ren Queyue, and typed:

“How are those two patients doing now?”

The reply came instantly.

Ren Queyue: “Both are stabilized! What a relief!”

“Especially that heart attack uncle—lucky we got him here fast. Another ten or twenty minutes, and it would’ve been disastrous!”

“It was all thanks to that flying sister! Lightning speed!”

Another message popped up right after:

Ren Queyue: “Oh right! Did you go invite her to dinner on my behalf to thank her properly? How’s that going?”

Before Xiong Yibai could reply, a third message followed:

Ren Queyue: “Did you add her contact yet?! If you did, send it to me quick! I have to meet this talent!”

Xiong Yibai stared at the barrage of messages on her screen, especially “Did you add her contact yet?” and “send it to me.” Her brows furrowed.

Feng Miwan, sitting across from her, watched her expression and felt a pang of worry.

“How is it? Are they not doing well?”

Xiong Yibai looked up. “She might be busy; no reply yet.”

She paused, then suggested, “If you really want to know the details later, you can add me as a friend. When she replies, I’ll forward it straight to you.”

“Sure, sure! That’s the most convenient!”

Feng Miwan didn’t suspect a thing and readily pulled out her phone.

“You scan me, or I scan you?”

“You scan me.”

Xiong Yibai opened her WeChat QR code and turned her phone screen toward Feng Miwan.

Beep. Scan successful.

Feng Miwan sent the friend request.

Xiong Yibai saw the new friend request pop up—”Wan” followed by a little racing car emoji—and approved it.

Then she flipped her phone face-down on the table and picked up her chopsticks.

“Alright, let’s keep eating. I’ll let you know if there’s any news.”

Feng Miwan: “Mm, okay.”

Meanwhile, on the face-down phone, Ren Queyue’s messages kept flashing insistently:

“Where are you???”

“Did you add her or not???”

“Xiong Yibai, don’t play dead!”

They finished eating, and just as Feng Miwan was about to wave for the waiter to settle the bill, Xiong Yibai had already pulled out her phone and flashed the payment code at the approaching server.

Beep. Payment successful.

Feng Miwan froze, then reacted.

“Huh? Wait, Doctor Xiong, we agreed I’d treat! You…”

Xiong Yibai put away her phone. “This one’s on behalf of Doctor Ren and those two patients to thank you.”

“Ah? But…”

Feng Miwan wanted to argue—the reason was valid, but it didn’t match her original intent to treat.

Xiong Yibai looked at her. “If you insist on treating, then next time.”

Seeing her resolve, Feng Miwan relented.

“…Fine, fine. It’s a deal—next time, it’s on me!”

The two stood and left the restaurant.

Only then did Feng Miwan remember the key issue.

“Right, how are you getting back? We both came by ambulance, so your car isn’t at the hospital, right?”

Xiong Yibai glanced down at her phone.

“I’ll take a cab. My place is near your friend’s bookstore.”

“Perfect!”

Feng Miwan clapped her hands.

“My car’s still parked right in front of her bookstore! I’ll cab back with you!”

Xiong Yibai nodded.

Just then, a ride-hailing car pulled up in front of them.

Xiong Yibai walked toward it. “Let’s go.”

Feng Miwan exclaimed in surprise, “Whoa! You called this car super fast! I just pulled out my phone!”

Xiong Yibai had already opened the rear door and glanced back at her upon hearing that.

“Called it ahead of time. Saves time.”

With that, she bent down and got in.

Feng Miwan: “…………”

In her mind: Is this what top-student time management looks like? Impressive, impressive.

She figured anyone who became an attending physician so young had to be a top student.

Feng Miwan hurriedly climbed into the car after her.

The ride was utterly quiet.

Xiong Yibai showed no interest in small talk, simply gazing at the night scenery outside the window.

Feng Miwan sneaked occasional glances at her, finding the atmosphere a tad awkward but unsure what to say, so she stayed silent too.

The car soon pulled up at the Wutong Book Cafe.

As Feng Miwan got out, she waved to Xiong Yibai still in the car.

“Doctor Xiong, thanks for treating! See you next time! Bye-bye~”

Xiong Yibai nodded slightly from her seat in acknowledgment.

The cab slowly drove away.

Through the window, Xiong Yibai watched Feng Miwan. Rather than entering the bookstore, she headed toward the motorcycle parked by the roadside.