Chapter 3: The Willing
The feeling of his knee hitting the corner of the hard table was definitely uncomfortable, but Liang Baoguang still endured the pain and fled, for a moment he thought he was hallucinating, and almost fell flat on the ground, "Either I am too handsome, or she has just been damaged by allergy symptoms, according to the feedback from the mirror every morning, it is undoubtedly the former." As he ascended the stairs, he muttered in a voice that only he could hear.
"What are you talking about, big hero?" As soon as Amy Lape thought about her profession as a doctor, Liang Baoguang was called away by the radio, and soon after, she heard the news that he had cured a little girl with allergies below. It's such a big place on the plane, 20 minutes is enough time to make the rumors boil, and women always like to romanticize things, so the word "hero" comes out of her mouth.
Liang Baoguang returned to his place and sat down, picked up the "PNAS" again and turned to the page that was folded earlier, "I'm not a hero, just a yodel with a hammer...... No, I mean that the doctors who bravely fought against infectious diseases in Africa are heroes, the doctors who braved the rain of bullets on the battlefield to save lives, and the doctors who analyze pathologies in the laboratory and develop new drugs can also be heroes. But I'm just sitting there looking at the patient's tongue and grabbing a handful of aspirin and handing it over, and a fully mentally developed chimpanzee can do the job. ”
Amy Lappe opened her mouth, not knowing how to evaluate Liang Baoguang's self-evaluation, "I've never seen anyone be so ...... to themselves Mean streak. ”
"If I say I have PTSD and then take out a yellow bottle with white pills in my pocket, will it stimulate your motherhood and protectiveness?" ”
For a former football player and current fashion model who didn't even finish high school, PTSD is just four letters, and Amy Lape has no idea what Liang Baoguang is talking about, "What is PTSD?"
Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a delayed and persistent mental disorder in which an individual experiences, witnesses, or encounters one or more actual deaths involving themselves or others, or is threatened with death, or is seriously injured, or has a threat to their physical integrity. Liang Baoguang is an excellent doctor, and he is also a doctor who loves to flip books, this definition from the American Psychiatric Association's 2013 "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders" he can memorize word for word, "Simply put, I am more vulnerable than others, mental damage." ”
Amy Lape smiled, "If you're 8 years old, probably. ”
"You must already know a little bit about me, so let's talk about you now, Miss Amy Lape, who is not only a woman but also a model. Amy Lape was holding a bunch of other things in her hand when she boarded the plane, and accidentally dropped her boarding pass on the ground, and Liang Baoguang helped her pick it up, and glanced at it to remember her name.
"Originally from Sweden, I used to play football and now I work as a model, so I'm not a nobody. "Amy Lape has a kind of calm temperament like a chrysanthemum, which makes it hard to imagine that she is a super model who rolls around in Vanity Fair at a young age, and it is impossible to imagine that she was a football player before.
Although Liang Baoguang has not heard of Amy Lape's name, the fact that IGM agency is willing to book a business class ticket for her is enough to explain the problem, the treatment of artists is directly proportional to the status of the rivers and lakes, she will definitely not be a nobody, "Why did you come to Seoul, work things?"
Calvin Klein's Asian campaign, two days. Amy Lape seemed a little less interested in her own work, but more interested in Liang Baoguang's, "What about you, I have the impression that doctors are very busy, do you come to Seoul to attend seminars or consultations?"
"I gave myself a big vacation. Liang Baoguang turned his head to look at the outside of the plane, in the direction of the lighthouse country.
The previous emergency affected the preparation of the meal, but the cabin crew still delivered the last meal before disembarking in time, because of the medical assistance provided by Liang Baoguang, they not only provided him with free food and red wine for an additional fee, but also opened all the pay TV channels for him to thank him.
Liang Baoguang and Amy Lape chatted happily while eating, but the happy hour was always short-lived, and the plane was about to land at Incheon International Airport, "The company allowed me to be here after this Calvin Klein event, and I think we can have a meal together if you have time." ”
"Delightfully, ma'am. Liang Baoguang felt that going to a French dinner together and then finding a more private space than a plane for an in-depth communication was the right way to enhance mutual understanding, so he did not hesitate to take out a signature pen and write a string of numbers on the paper, "Call me when you have time." ”
At Starbucks on the second floor next to Exit D of Incheon International Passengers, a woman in a dark gray suit crackled and typed, the ice cubes in the Americano next to the computer had completely melted, and the water droplets hanging on the outer wall of the cup slowly slid down, making a large piece of water wet on the table.
"Have you changed the office space of the internal medicine department of your hospital, to Starbucks, which is forty kilometers away?" Liang Baoguang asked, standing behind the woman and looking at the content on the screen for a while.
"You're lucky, an hour and forty minutes, and I was going to put a pen into your thigh artery more than two hours late. Li Yunjing gritted her teeth and glared at Liang Baoguang, "I wasted a precious day of vacation to pick you up here, and you bastard is still late?"
"This bastard always finds a reason. Liang Baoguang sat down on the opposite seat with a grin, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip, not caring at all that this straw had been put in another person's mouth before, "It's normal for international flights to be delayed, senior sister, why are you making such a fuss, and even if there is a mistake, it is Asiana Airlines' fault." ”
Li Yunjing kicked Liang Baoguang under the table, and the pointed-toe heels made a close contact with his shins, "You got off the plane an hour and a half ago, and you told me that the flight was delayed?"
"How do you know?" Liang Baoguang rubbed his calf to face the cheekbones, grinning in pain.
"Because in the more than an hour that I sat here to deal with work, a total of four people called me, including two flight attendants, an art auction middleman, and guess what, it was actually a high school student!" If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people in the coffee shop, Li Yunjing would have wanted to spill coffee on Liang Baoguang's face. "Damn, I don't think you'll be surprised, these four are all women. ”