Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 79 Going Home
Bai Wei stretched out her finger and pressed it on the fingerprint lock on the door.

"User 001 has unlocked the door."

Pushing open the door, the light from the stairwell streamed into the dark room, becoming the only source of light.

Even with the curtains wide open, rooms on such high floors cannot receive the lights from the bustling metropolis at night, nor can they see the stars hidden behind the clouds.

Bai Wei stood at the doorway, the spotlight casting her shadow that stretched further into the room.

I casually turned on the two living room chandeliers by the door, closed the door, and put my bag on the shoe rack.

The whole process was performed with ease, as if it had been done countless times before, with no errors in the movements.

Looking at the interior decorated only in black and white, Bai Wei, for some reason, recalled the time she had just set off for the Wangting Building.

At that time, Zhuo Tong had just told her which hotel she had chosen for dinner and also sent her the location.

I was a little curious about why they chose that place, but it wasn't convenient to ask, so I decided to search for it on my phone.

I don't know if it was because I was too tired, but my vision suddenly blurred for a moment, and my finger touched Zhuo Tong's WeChat profile picture.

After opening Zhuo Tong's personal information, the three thumbnails in her WeChat Moments, being black and yellow, stood out conspicuously against the white background.

She didn't know why, but she clicked on it as if by some strange impulse and saw the room photos that Zhuo Tong had posted.

The photo was taken the night before last.

The luxurious decor, coupled with the towering buildings in the distance, gives it the feel of a successful person.

The composition and angle of the entire photo are quite ingenious; even a layman like Bai Wei finds it pleasing to the eye.

I wonder which master photographer Zhuo Tong studied under, to be able to take such beautiful photos.

Looking back now, it must have been his room at the Royal Court Hotel, which he captioned with four words—"temporary home."

"Home……"

Bai Wei opened the photo album, which contained nothing but work-related photos and screenshots.

When I first saw the intern nurses in my department taking pictures with their phones every day, I couldn't understand why it was necessary.

In retrospect, what matters may not be the photograph itself, but rather the purpose of taking the photo—to commemorate the moment.

For her, today is the first time in her life that she has had dinner with someone else, so it's something to be proud of, right?
"Since that's the case, let's commemorate it."

She picked up her phone, turned on the camera, and realized she didn't know anything about photography.

So he could only clumsily imitate Zhuo Tong's photography angles, and after taking the photos, he had to carefully compare them, afraid that his photos would not be as standard and professional as Zhuo Tong's.

I didn't even know how to post on WeChat Moments. I had to recall the steps I took when I watched the intern nurses post on WeChat Moments before I finally found the little camera icon in the upper right corner.

"What text should I add..."

Bai Wei thought for a long time. The quiet room was silent, as if the whole world was holding its breath, afraid of disturbing her thoughts.

Thinking back to every time I get home after get off work, I always feel relaxed and comfortable, and I can temporarily forget about the troubles at work.

"How about we call it 'Going Home'?"

After sending the message successfully, Bai Wei looked at it nervously, and suddenly realized that doing this would let others know what her parents were like.

She intended to delete the post on her WeChat Moments immediately, but suddenly a name appeared under the photo, with a small heart on the left – "Zhuo Tong".

"What... what is this? I didn't add a heart to his contact name."

Bai Wei blinked, somewhat flustered. A heart-shaped symbol had appeared out of nowhere; it was too ambiguous.

Fortunately, soon after Zhuo Tong's name, the names of other colleagues and others followed.

I scrolled through other people's WeChat Moments and was surprised to find that they all had similar tags.

She clicked on it herself and found out that it was just a "like" function for her WeChat Moments, which relieved her.

"However, why did he like my post on WeChat Moments so soon?"

Bai Wei was completely baffled and could only put the question aside for the time being. But she soon remembered that she still had something to ask him. "I forgot to ask whether the bouquet of flowers his sister brought was meant for me."

"I can ask him on WeChat now, but what if he doesn't want to reply? Maybe I should ask him at the hospital."

Logically speaking, if you plan out what you need to do that day a day or even several days in advance, you shouldn't forget anything.

Not to mention it just happened this morning; the impression is so profound that there's no reason I should forget it.

Bai Wei glanced at her WeChat Moments again; many people, besides liking the posts, also commented with questions.

[Intern Nurse XX: Dr. Bai's house is so beautiful, may I come over as a guest?]

As the rate of increase in likes gradually slowed down, my mood also calmed down and eventually returned to normal.

After changing her shoes in front of the shoe cabinet, she straightened a covered photo frame and put it back in its place.

In stark contrast to the brand-new, modern style of the picture frame, the photos inside are quite old.

In addition, due to the lack of advanced technology at the time and poor preservation, it has obvious signs of yellowing and aging.

But you can still make out the woman's face in the photo and her face when she was a child.

Although the woman's face was thin, it bore a resemblance to Bai Wei's; she was her mother.

However, the left side of the photo looks like it was deliberately torn off, leaving only an awkward, rough edge.

Only then did a hint of tenderness and emotion appear in Bai Wei's eyes.

She let out a soft breath, turned on her phone, and dialed the dean's number.

"Dean Chen, it's me, Bai Wei."

"Dr. Bai, is there something you need calling so late?"

“I won’t go to help him. Dr. Hu can do that surgery too, and he’s no worse than me.”

"But the proposal is already written, and those doctors are really looking forward to your academic exchange. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to suddenly change your mind?"

"What I know, Dr. Hu also knows. Besides, he said at the time that he really wanted to go."

Dean Chen suddenly fell silent.

That's exactly what Dr. Hu said at the time:

"Oh dear, it's such a pity. I really wanted to go and help out, so I could gain more practical experience and learn from other doctors."

"But it's a pity. Since the hospital has chosen Dr. Bai, I can only congratulate Dr. Bai."

But any normal person can see that he's just being sarcastic and manipulative.

If you had arranged for him to go from the beginning, you would have seen whether he was willing or not.

Back then, I chose you because you, Bai Wei, didn't like socializing, were decisive and efficient, and never refused anyone.

Now that you're saying you won't go, we can't really let Dr. Hu go, can we?
Although his abilities are similar to yours, his personality is vastly different.

Now that Bai Wei has spoken, there's nothing I can do as the dean; I can only make new arrangements.

Who told her to be the ace of cardiology?

"Okay, we'll have another meeting in the department tomorrow to discuss the candidate again."

"Ah."

After Bai Wei finished answering, she hung up immediately, giving Dean Chen no chance to continue speaking.

After turning down the assistance job, she finally had some free time.

Every time Zhuo Tong saw her at the hospital before, she was always carefully reviewing the medical records of that patient from another hospital; in reality, she wasn't that busy at all.

Bai Wei took out a stack of papers from her handbag; they contained the medical records and reports of Zhuo Tong's mother, Chen Qiuhong.

(End of this chapter)