Take My Breath Away

Everyone knew how complicated the case of Bed 9 was. If it were simple, they would not have been discussing it for so long with no solution.

Sidell paged through his notes and asked Sheffield, "What's your opinion, Dr. Tang?"

He knew they were trying to set him up, so Sheffield raised his eyebrows to Pablo. "Since Dr. Wang thinks so highly of me, let me perform the operation!"

The look in Sidell's eyes was complicated. He really didn't know which was greater, Sheffield's skills—or his arrogance. "I hope you aren't just being stubborn."

Sheffield smiled, "Of course, I'm not! The sooner the operation is performed, the better. I will come to the hospital tomorrow morning to do the surgery. Someone needs to let his family know."

The meeting ended soon.

After a dozen doctors walked out of the office, Sheffield stood up from his chair, put his arm around Pablo and asked, "Hey, man, what did I ever do to piss you off?"

Pablo glanced at his hand and said, "Nothing."

Sheffield feigned a ponderous look. "Then why do I think you're trying to bring me down?"

"You wound me, Dr. Tang. Why on earth would I do that? I really admire your medical skills," answered Pablo, in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"And yours are quite good as well. You just have to apply yourself sometimes!" Sheffield said in a lukewarm tone. Then he turned around and left.

Looking at his back, Pablo sneered.

'You are so arrogant! We'll see how proud you are when you fail to save the patient.'

After leaving the office, instead of rushing to the outpatient department, Sheffield took out his phone and sent a message. "Darling, I'm performing major surgery tomorrow."

Evelyn was answering a phone call when she heard a new message alert from WeChat.

'Darling? Surgery?' The message was from someone named "Prince Tang." Who else could it be beside Sheffield Tang?

'But I don't remember friending him on WeChat. How did this happen?'

Actually, Sheffield had only recently decided to friend her on W

r hair. He couldn't help but say, "Wow, it's so beautiful!"

Evelyn's tone was indifferent. "Are you sure it's not for Dollie?"

"Of course, it's not. She can't hold a candle to you. Let's stop talking about her. Come to dinner, my treat. We've known each other for so long, but I've never bought you a meal."

"No, thank you—" Evelyn tried to refuse.

"We've done everything. I just want to take you out to dinner. Why do you have to do me like this?" He pretended to be sad and displayed it perfectly.

Looking at his puppy dog eyes, Evelyn thought she had gone too far this time. It was just dinner. "Where are we going?"

"It's nearby!" Sheffield grinned. He took the pink roses from the trunk, put them into her arms and closed the trunk.

After half pushing and half pulling her into the passenger seat, he drove off.

They walked into a restaurant. Sheffield had booked the entire glass flower greenhouse on the second floor. There were only the two of them, and the atmosphere was very romantic.

Sheffield knew what she liked, and ordered a glass of wine. "Evelyn, it's our first official date. I'm a little excited. What should I do?"

The smile on his face made her heart soften. "This is not the first time I've eaten with you," she said softly.

"This is different!" Those were not real dates. This time, it was.