“It’s just that,” he continued, “I was surprised at how hard a time you had today.” Shit. “I don’t know if you’re cut out for medicine.” Shit shit shit.

I hung my head slightly; acting defeated was all I could come up with in the moment, my mind churning much too fast with too many maybes and what-ifs and Type C this, Category 1 that.

He then said, “I understand if you want to follow in your parents’ footsteps to make them proud, but… not all careers are good matches for everyone.”

Well, that was extremely progressive of him, and surprising, given everything else. Maybe it was different when it wasn’t his own kid?

“So, Andrew, my question to you is this: If not medicine, then what? You have to understand—yes, I’m concerned about you, but my daughter comes first, and if you can’t support her as a doctor, what will you do?”

Man, had this roller coaster turned multiple times in the past couple of minutes. But at least I was caught up now.

I confidently answered, “Jing-Jing doesn’t need anyone to support her, not with her abilities. But as for me, I’m loving—and excelling in—my biology classes, so even if it turns out surgery isn’t my thing, I still think I’d make a wonderful generalist or researcher or teacher.”

Mr. Wang crossed his arms in doubt. Ignoring the first part of what I’d said, he replied, “Generalist? I’m skeptical. Researcher or teacher? Do you think you would make enough money with that?”

Was this guy serious? Jeez. “Yes, I think that would provide a generous salary to live a relaxed life on.” You pretentious dick. “I also believe that college majors don’t determine your entire future, and with a degree from a place like the University of Chicago, I’m not worried.” Oof. That one had been a little hard for college-dropout Drew to get out, even as Andrew.

“Well, maybe you would be worried if you knew a little more about how the world works.” He turned back to his computer.

I took the hint and stood. “Thanks for letting me tag along today, Shǔshú. I learned a lot.” Like how you’re kind of an ass.

He nodded absentmindedly. “Thanks for the help and for saving me from having to call my assistant in. If you do stay on this path, you’ll need a gentler touch with the suction, though, eh?”

Given that I had barely touched the patient out of disgust, I was pretty sure he was talking down to me to make me feel small.

“Should we grab some food?” I suggested. “Maybe ask Jing-Jing and Wang Ǎyí to join us?”