"How could it be?" Harvey Fisher spoke with a smile, "This time, we're mainly discussing the relationship between depression and brain abnormalities. You're an expert in the neurosurgery department and certainly have the most say. I've learned that Doctor Smith is an Ivy League graduate, with rich clinical experience... If you don't attend, it would be a loss for our summit."
With the flattering and high praises, Lily Smith was already feeling somewhat elevated, and wouldn't refuse; she immediately agreed.
"That's great. Honestly, I was always worried you might decline." Harvey Fisher took the cup and poured her a bit of water, "Actually, I have a particularly deep impression of you. After meeting you last time, I've always been thinking about when I'd have the chance to see you again. At the beginning of this summit, I thought of inviting you to participate, but I was afraid... you wouldn't give me face."
Lily Smith took the cup and gently swirled it in her hand.
