Page 1393 of The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

Just as she reached Lin Yan’s department, she heard the sound of arguing inside.

"The patient was not suffering from heart disease at all; why didn’t you say so earlier? You deliberately concealed the condition, leading to the failed surgery; this isn’t our fault at all." Lin Yan spoke in his usual gentle tone, but there was an unusual anxiousness in his voice.

"You performed surgery without diagnosing the issue correctly, which led to a surgical accident, and now you blame us? Moreover, the person who signed the consent wasn’t even our family member. You acted rashly, and then shirked responsibility when things went wrong?..."

What the other party said next, Luo Qi couldn’t hear clearly, the words "surgical accident" kept echoing in her mind.

This could be absolutely fatal for Lin Yan’s career; all his years of hard work could be ruined.

Luo Qi clenched her fists; she couldn’t believe Lin Yan would make such a rookie mistake. This seemed like a trap, a trap specifically set for him.

Don’t blame Luo Qi for overthinking; everyone is from the workplace, even if you’re not shrewd, you’d still acquire some sense from being knocked around.

In her mind, an image of someone who had disappeared for days suddenly emerged.

Ah Chuan sat on his own balcony, holding a glass of wine, the corners of his lips curling into a smile and his eyes shining with a resolute glint as his phone rang in his hand.

"Xiao Qi." Because of the alcohol, her name swirled on his tongue for a moment before he spoke, sounding sexier than usual.

But Luo Qi didn’t pay attention: "Did you do this?"

"What thing?"

"Don’t play dumb with me, Lin Yan had a surgical mishap, are you saying you didn’t know?" Luo Qi questioned.

Her certain tone deeply hurt Ah Chuan: "Would you believe me if I said I didn’t do it?"

"If you did it, you might as well admit it quickly, don’t force me to look down on you."

"You want to know the truth? Then come find me." Ah Chuan gave Luo Qi his address and hung up the phone.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang—it was too quick, Ah Chuan’s eyes flashed with a daunting gleam.

Luo Qi pressed the button, and about a minute later, the door opened, revealing Ah Chuan in a bathrobe.

Luo Qi stood at the doorway: "I’m here, did you do it?"

"I thought you would want to know if I have a way to help you sort this out?" Ah Chuan casually leaned on the door frame, his bathrobe hanging open, revealing his well-built chest.

Ah Chuan always insisted on exercising; his physique was great, and he had healthy wheat-colored skin and a six-pack.

They had often been very close in the past; she was naturally familiar with the feel of his body.

"All I want to know right now is whether or not you did it." Luo Qi took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil inside her chest.

Ah Chuan’s gaze was deep, looking at Luo Qi with eyes that seemed to contain a multitude of things: "Yes, it was me."

"You..." Luo Qi raised her hand towards Ah Chuan.

The slap didn’t come down; Ah Chuan stepped back: "If you don’t want to cause a scene, it might be better to come inside and talk."

Luo Qi knew she shouldn’t go in; once she did, she might be entangled forever, but she had to go in.

Lin Yan’s career could not be ruined like this; he was such a good person, his medical skills could save so many lives.

His hands, his knowledge, could give many people hope to live; how could she let him fade away?