Chapter 671: Chapter 663: Soup Should Be Simred Slowly Chapter 671: Chapter 663: Soup Should Be Simred Slowly Tang Yuxin indeed was on duty at the hospital that evening because she wasn’t entirely at ease with several critical patients.
As for the person at ho, she didn’t need to worry about anything.
They couldn’t possibly tear down her house, after all.
Having just finished checking on the patients, Tang Yuxin returned to the break room.
She casually searched for a comfortable position to rest in, but no matter what position she tried, it didn’t quite satisfy her.
Her back ached and her legs were sore; she knew she was too tired.
At tis like this, she always told herself to hold on for just a few more days.
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Yes, just a few more days, and then she could rest properly—she wouldn’t have to be this exhausted any longer.
Resting her head on her arm, she pulled out her smartphone and started to scroll through it.
She found Gu Ning’s number and pondered what the words he spoke today actually ant.
He hadn’t said much, but his words seed to conceal sothing between the lines.
Could it be that he had realized the child he had saved years ago was her?
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But she had never brought it up.
After all, there were nurous children in the world who ran away from ho due to being hit by their mother; it couldn’t be that much of a coincidence, could it?
She put down her phone and then went to the restroom to splash so cold water on her face, hoping to fully awaken her senses to avoid falling asleep.
If she could ensure that those patients wouldn’t have any issues tomorrow, she could finally rest for a while.
Life is precious.
She had spent so much ti and effort saving these patients.
No matter what, they had to keep living.
A few splashes of cold water on her face brought her to a clearer state of mind, though the sleepiness remained.
Fortunately, she could endure it; fortunately, she could persevere.
“Doctor Tang, Doctor Tang…”
With a bang, a nurse rushed in urgently, only to find that Tang Yuxin was nowhere to be seen.
Where is she?
“I’m here.”
Tang Yuxin erged from the restroom, her eyes bloodshot from the lack of good rest, yet fortunately, her spirits were still quite favorable.
“Doctor Tang, please co quickly.
We have a critically ill patient.”
Only then did the nurse rember why she had co, speaking hastily about the patient who had just been brought into their ergency room.
When the patient arrived, their breathing had almost stopped, and now resuscitation was underway.
“I understand,” said Tang Yuxin as she lifted her hand to tie up her hair before heading outside.
She entered the resuscitation room to find a man lying there, his complexion as pale as wax paper, inhaling much more than he was exhaling.
“Doctor Tang, the patient was transferred from the First Hospital.
They already began experiencing shock en route,” another duty doctor quickly briefed Tang Yuxin about the patient’s condition.
Tang Yuxin strode over only to see the man was indeed running out of breath.
She promptly took over the ergency care.
Using her decades of refined resuscitation expertise, she was able to revive the man within half an hour.
He was now alive, but could die at any mont.
However, she had at least preserved a half-managed life; for the other half, she still had to wait and see.
She leaned to one side, flipping through dical records, but before she had turned a few pages, she saw a middle-aged man co stumbling over.
“Doctor, doctor, how is my son doing?
Is he still alright?
Can he still live?” the man asked anxiously.
Nurses were constantly explaining and comforting him, but the man was still frantic, a grown man with his face covered in tears…
Was it the cry of fear, the cry of worry, or the cry of pain?
Such patients were familiar to Tang Yuxin, and she had seen even more of their family mbers.
Those who could be saved brought huge relief, but for the unsalvageable, it was a farewell between life and death.
Tang Yuxin actually liked being a doctor very much.
She was always moved by the hope children have for their parents to live on, the relief when their parents remain alive, and it was in these monts that she could feel so love from others.
And these loves, which were not hers, were what made her feel so deeply touched.
She sotis thought, perhaps it was because she had been a doctor in her past life, that’s why she had this life—to return to the past, change destiny, create miracles, and save more people.
If this was a form of rit, then, she thought, she would still want to be a doctor, be a doctor for a lifeti.
She closed the dical record in her hand and opened the door to step out.
There were so things she still needed to ask the family mbers.
The patient’s condition was very special, so she did not yet have a specific treatnt approach.
All his organs were in good condition, but inexplicably, it led to heart failure.
If the cause could not be found, then this person was beyond saving.
Sotis she believed even more that a person’s will to survive is far greater than their dependence on dication.
“Family mber, the doctor would like to ask you a few questions.”
The nurse approached the middle-aged man, who was still standing there dumbly, as if his soul had been lost.
“Okay, I understand,” the man wiped his face and stood up.
He walked into Tang Yuxin’s office and was surprised to see a very young female doctor.
How young was she?
He was almost frightened by her youth—twenty-two, maybe twenty-three years old.
Could such a young doctor really save his son?
If his wife hadn’t insisted on transferring their son here, he wouldn’t have dared to take the risk.
He truly regretted it now.
His son had initially only broken his leg, yet he had encountered that woman.
But this ti, his son had nearly lost his life.
Comparatively, he would rather his son be without a leg, as at least he would still be alive.
“How did he end up like this?” Tang Yuxin asked the man before her.
Although the dical records stated it was due to a fall, she felt that the man hadn’t told the whole truth.
And what she needed was the truth, their truth.
The man, hearing Tang Yuxin’s question, clenched his fists tightly.
Tang Yuxin pulled so tissues from her desk and handed them to the man.
“Thank you,” the man took the tissues and wiped his face.
Perhaps a few days ago, he never would have imagined himself to ever be in such a disgraceful state.
He always cared greatly about his image, dressed well, and made sure his hair and tie were in good order, not tolerating even the slightest imperfection, willing to spend half the day getting it right.
But what about now?
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