Chapter 1082: Iceberg Doctor 31

After leaving Zhou Ji Restaurant, Tang Wan went straight home and didn’t linger outside. After resting for a while, she turned on her computer and began researching the investment market of this world.

With her experience and Little Cutie’s data support, she quickly identified several companies with strong growth potential and made a few small investments.

At that moment, her phone rang. It was a fitness trainer asking when she would come to train again.

Tang Wan glanced at it and replied casually, “I’ve been busy lately, not going.”

Then she immediately deleted the contact.

This was the sixth “boyfriend candidate” the original host had intended to develop. A gym trainer with an imposing physique and strong masculine presence. The original owner had already flirted enough to make the other party consider confessing.

But for Tang Wan, that was the end of it. No ambiguity, no continuation.

Except for her Tongtong.

No one else mattered.

Meanwhile, six hours later, Li Sitong had just finished an emergency surgery. Sweat still lingered on his forehead as he stepped out of the operating room.

A young nurse smiled and handed him a wet wipe. “Doctor Li, wipe your sweat.”

He glanced at her faintly. “No, thanks.”

He walked past her without stopping and returned to his department.

Zhu Lele watched him leave, slightly disappointed. Doctor Li really is cold… but he’s still so handsome.

Li Sitong didn’t care what she thought.

After changing out of his sterile gown and washing his face, he returned to his desk and picked up his phone. Many WeChat messages had piled up—but none were from Tang Wan.

His brows tightened slightly.

Giving up already?

She hasn’t even started and she’s already retreating?

He clicked his tongue inwardly. Women.

Just as he was about to put the phone away, the screen lit up again.

It was her.

He immediately opened it.

But what he saw was a transfer notification.

“Doctor Li, are you off work? I invited you to dinner, how could I let you pay? Please accept it, otherwise I’ll feel bad,” Tang Wan wrote.

Li Sitong lowered his gaze.

What a small amount… does she think I care?

But at the same time, his thoughts drifted slightly.

She was still contacting him.

So she hadn’t given up.

Before he could respond, another message came.

“How can that be? I heard your salary is only a few thousand a month. Even as a chief surgeon, a meal like this probably costs half your salary. That’s not good.”

Li Sitong paused.

Then narrowed his eyes slightly.

This tone—

Was she looking down on him?