"Forget it." Lin Zhenghui's wife pulled him out and whispered in his ear, "Don't offend the doctor. If you give Ke'er some anesthetic, we, Ke'er, will be the ones who suffer."
"She dares."
Lin Zhenghui glared at He Yining, and although he was unwilling to do so, he still left.
When the young nurses saw He Yining put on the mask again and walked into the operating room, they all admired him. In this hospital, the only one who dares to defy power and uphold justice is their Dr. He.
"What are you looking at? Get ready for surgery." He Yining said seriously.
"Yes, Doctor He."
Lying on the operating bed was a girl wearing a hospital gown. She had long black hair, a beautiful oval face, and a pair of big, pitiful eyes under her thin eyebrows.
This was He Yining's first meeting with a patient. She had been under the responsibility of the surgical director before, but the director suddenly fell ill and the task fell on her.
Although it was her first meeting, this name and this person were not unfamiliar to her.
She sneered in her heart, it turns out that Gu Nianxi likes this kind of person. Has he not fully transitioned into puberty? The girl still looks like a student.
"Anesthesiologist, prepare for anesthesia." He Yining put on sterilizing gloves, her beautiful eyes calm and clear.
Lin Yike suddenly blinked his eyes mysteriously, "Why Yi Ning."
He Yining was stunned for a moment.
Does she know herself?
Seemingly satisfied with her reaction, Lin Yike said to her with his lips: "Why don't you give me your husband?"
What is this, provoking the doctor on the operating table?
Is she not afraid that she will drop the surgical forceps in her belly and give birth to a small forceps? Or give her an injection of anesthesia so that she cannot wake up for three days and three nights?
He Yining ignored her and whispered to the nurse beside him to prepare surgical tools.
Lin Yike didn't see the expected expression on that overly beautiful face. When she mentioned Gu Nianxi, she didn't even react at all, her eyes were calm.
So, she added with lip language, "I love him."
She spoke very slowly, and even the dullest person could distinguish what she said.
He Yining really wants to say, just love her if you love her, but whether you confessed to the wrong person or not, I can't convey it to you.
She calmly ordered the anesthesiologist who was preparing the anesthesia, "Start anesthesia."
Lin Yike frowned, why, this woman couldn't understand such a simple lip language, or was she pretending to be calm.
The cold needle went in, and Lin Yike groaned in pain, but still said with lips: "He loves me too."
Facing her provocation, He Yining still looked indifferent. It wasn't until the anesthetic began to take effect and Lin Yike's eyes gradually blurred when he looked at her that she seemed to react and suddenly said, "What did you just say?"
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Lin Yike closed his eyes and cursed in his heart, damn it.
Then he lost consciousness.
It was just a minimally invasive surgery, not very difficult, and was very easy for He Yining.
After the operation, the assistant asked the family to take a look at the tumor cut into pieces, and then took it for biopsy.
He Yining cleaned herself and put on her white coat again. After standing for so long, her knees were already in unbearable pain. She applied a few plasters and slowly massaged them with her fingers.
Outside the window, the rain was still falling, and pedestrians holding umbrellas walked by from time to time. A magnolia tree stood upright against the rain, and the budding flowers on the branches trembled delicately, as if they were vulnerable.
He Yining stared at the rain for a while and suddenly remembered the umbrella he had left on Gu Nianxi's car.
The umbrella has been with her for many years. Although she cannot speak, she has feelings for her. She is nostalgic. The pen on the table has been used for ten years. It has been used since she was in middle school. Except for some wear and tear, it is extremely handy.
She took out her phone and sent a text message to Gu Nianxi.