What was going on today, everyone was heading to the bar, first Qin Miaoke, and now He Qianhui.
But Zhang Hao still pressed this question in his heart and didn’t ask it aloud.
"Why haven’t you gone back so late?"
He Qianhui had purposely chosen a quiet spot, much quieter than near the dance floor at least.
"I had already gone back, but my colleague said this client was a bit tough to handle, so they called out again to co here and have so fun."
"That client was just taken away by a beauty, so I excused myself under the pretext of going to the bathroom to give you a call, lest you miss ."
Although the cara’s view was limited, it wasn’t hard to tell that He Qianhui must be dressed to attract attention tonight.
"After you finish up later, hurry back and take a hot bath, then have a comfortable sleep—you’ve had a tough ti with this business trip."
Even though he spoke of it being tough, Zhang Hao didn’t say a word about quitting the job so he could support her.
He knew if He Qianhui wasn’t happy with her job, she could quit and find another one.
Since she hadn’t done so, it ant she must like it quite a bit.
Previously, she had been confined by her cousin at ho, being just a housewife, as if her value was nothing beyond taking care of a man and bearing children.
Now, she had a career she loved and was also appreciated by other n.
Perhaps she already had a bunch of admirers behind her now.
"Once I’m done with my work here, I’ll ask for a few days off from the company, to really rest up at ho."
Zhang Hao, holding a beer, moved to the balcony and opened the window to enjoy the evening breeze.
"You think having days off ans relaxation? By that ti, you’ll hardly be able to get out of bed."
When two people are so attuned to each other, this is how they talk—sounds so serious, but think a bit more and you could easily find it too indelicate.
"Your mouth really knows no bounds, but even so, I like that about you."
"I won’t talk to you for now, I need to go back. Wait for at ho for a few more days."
After hanging up the video call, Zhang Hao finished his remaining beer and casually threw the empty can into the trash.
He returned to his bedroom, dragging his slightly tired body.
Between the sheets, he seed to still sll a faint fragrance, all of it He Qianhui’s scent.
Surrounded by this fragrance, Zhang Hao could sleep very peacefully, all the way until dawn.
He had a good rest last night, free of distracting thoughts, and woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated.
But as soon as he arrived at the hospital, things beca a bit awkward.
Upon entering the departnt, whether nurses or doctors, none had a smile on their face.
It was as if it was sunny outside, but cloudy in here.
"What’s going on with all of you, looking so heavy-hearted?"
Lin Wan, being close to Zhang Hao, explained the situation.
"Just now, we lost a patient, and their family is accusing us of lacking in dical skills, which caused us to miss the best timing for treatnt."
"Who was it?" asked Zhang Hao.
In his recollection, the conditions of patients under his responsibility were all within controllable limits; death seed unlikely.
"It was the Surgery Departnt, a patient admitted the day before yesterday, after a day and night of attempts to save him, we still couldn’t snatch him back from death."
Hearing that it wasn’t related to his departnt, Zhang Hao felt sowhat relieved.
"These are all trivial matters." Zhang Hao said.
As he spoke, the others all looked at Zhang Hao.
"How can you say these are trivial matters, that was soone’s life."
Seeing another doctor so agitated, Zhang Hao’s reaction could only be described as quite indifferent.
"From the mont people are born, they are headed towards death, even if not sick, they will die of natural aging over ti."
"Being a doctor for such a long ti, we should learn to be detached from life and death," He Qianhui said.
"Once engulfed by the shadow of death, if prolonged, even if the patients don’t have issues, we will. You know that, right?"
Understanding the aning of Zhang Hao’s words, everyone’s mood seed to have lightened sowhat.
"Let’s focus more on today’s work, hoping that similar incidents won’t occur in our departnt. I don’t want to be scolded by the boss."
An hour had passed, and Qin Miaoke still hadn’t shown up for work.
Zhang Hao was a bit worried, fearing that sothing might have happened to her last night.
Taking the opportunity of going to the bathroom, he called her.
He thought she wouldn’t pick up, but after two rings, her groggy voice ca through.
"Qin Miaoke, do you see what ti it is? Do you still want to study?"
The next second, he heard Qin Miaoke scream "Ah!", followed by a clattering sound.
Zhang Hao knew this girl must have overslept, despite his repeated reminders last night not to be late for work.
It seed she had let his words go in one ear and out the other.
Another half hour passed before Qin Miaoke finally arrived, but even so, she was an hour and a half late.
However, considering it was her first offense, Zhang Hao didn’t reprimand her too much.
The departnt’s work went on as usual.
It wasn’t until the afternoon when the two were preparing to attend an exchange competition.
Just as they were leaving, the chief surgeon suddenly approached Zhang Hao.
To see if he could spare twenty minutes to see a patient.
Seeing there was still ti, Zhang Hao first went to the surgical departnt.
The patient was in a private room, obviously wealthy and influential, seeking treatnt at their small hospital was like gilding the lily.
"What’s the current situation of the patient?" Zhang Hao asked.
"We’ve done all kinds of tests, all normal, but the patient insists they’re suffering from unbearable headaches, and their feet feel like they’re being pricked with needles whenever they touch the floor."
"After discussing with several other doctors, we suspect it might be psychological."
"You understand traditional Chinese dicine. Could you assess from that perspective what’s actually wrong with them?"
After getting a general understanding of the patient, Zhang Hao went with them to the patient’s room.
The patient lay on the bed, pale-faced, even their lips colorless.
The chief surgeon brought the patient’s dical report, which indicated all values were normal.
There were no red flags.
"Most likely, it’s a psychological issue. I’ll take her pulse," Zhang Hao said.
The patient seed to be sleeping, but this wasn’t ancient tis.
There weren’t so many formalities in saving lives, especially with another doctor present.
Even if he had any inappropriate intentions, he couldn’t act on them under soone else’s watchful eye.
After taking the pulse, Zhang Hao already had a preliminary diagnosis.
"Don’t worry, the patient’s condition isn’t as serious as imagined. I’ll prescribe a formula when I get back," Zhang Hao said.
After leaving these words, he turned and left, leaving the chief surgeon in the room, staring blankly.
The chief surgeon then looked at the patient still lying unconscious on the bed and silently walked out.
Qin Miaoke had been waiting in the car for a while, and once again, her bag was bulging.
Zhang Hao couldn’t resist asking, "What exactly is in your bag that you always carry it with you to every event, yet I’ve never seen you take anything out?"
Qin Miaoke chuckled and said, "It’s a secret. You’d better hope that you’ll never need to use it."
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