Fortunately, her relative is hospitalized here, so you can ask her relative what the situation is like at home.
Just as I was thinking this, the phone rang.
Zhang Huayao, who took out his mobile phone and saw the word "mother" of the contact, said, "Oh."
Teacher Lu is afraid that his son will steal his new favorite every day, so he chases after his son with urgent phone calls.
Not wanting to answer the call, Zhang Huayao was afraid that his mother would be more suspicious, so Zhang Huayao had no choice but to quickly press the answer button and shout: "What's the matter?"
Not being fooled by the pretended urgent tone of the son opposite, Teacher Lu asked: "I heard people say that Yingying has gone home. Her phone calls in the afternoon and evening cannot be reached. Is she on your side?"
Zhang Huayao almost thought his mother was clairvoyant and denied: "No. How could I know where she is? How busy is the emergency department here."
"Tell me, did you lie?"
The person who knows her son best is his mother.
Zhang Huayao said without changing his expression: "Why should I lie? I told you that I don't have the time."
"I know you must have lied."
Similarly, the person who knows his mother best is his son. Zhang Huayao was not intimidated by his old mother and said, "I'm very busy. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it when I get home. If you want to talk to her, if you need any help from me, you can tell me."
"After saying that, this time I hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak again.
The old lady was so angry that she didn't dare to call again knowing that he was busy at work.
Zhang Huayao, who was holding his mobile phone, looked at the dark night in the yard with a flash of contemplation in his eyes again.
The interventional surgery was successfully completed and the patient was sent to the intensive care unit. Xie Wanying followed Brother Shen and left.
Dr. Li Xiaofeng took her eldest cousin's medical records and implemented the superior doctor's order to prescribe medical advice.
"There are no beds today, so your family members can only stay in the emergency room for one night, and they will be transferred to our third department of cardiology tomorrow," Shen Youhuan said to his junior sister.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Shen." Xie Wanying knew that it was extremely difficult to find a bed in Guozhi within a day or two, so Senior Brother definitely helped her a lot.
"Are you staying here tonight?" Shen Youhuan asked, sensing that she probably wouldn't leave tonight.
"Yes." My cousin and sister-in-law will inevitably be a little panicked on the first night here because they are not familiar with the place. It is best for her to stay with her and observe her cousin's condition and comfort her cousin.
"I'll ask the nurse to help you get a bed for the night. Then you can take turns to rest." Shen Youhuan helped her coordinate some issues and said.
Xie Wanying thanked her again and again.
Shin Youhuan's last few words were to comfort her: "Don't be anxious. We will discuss it after a thorough investigation."
No matter how calm the junior sister appeared, just by the way she kept looking at the medical records after she arrived, he, the senior brother, could tell that she was actually anxious.
"Call me anytime if you have anything, I'm on 24 hours a day." Before leaving, Shen Youhuan warned her again.
Without being polite to her senior brother, Xie Wanying nodded.
After the senior brother got off work, Xie Wanying walked back to the emergency department alone to find her cousin. When she went to the bedside, she saw that her cousin's vital signs were stable. It seemed that her cousin Shang Siling was asked by Dr. Li Xiaofeng to talk to her. Then she walked back to see her.
Seeing her, he asked: "Have you finished dinner, Yingying?"
"It's finished. Sister-in-law, have you eaten?" Xie Wanying turned around and spoke.
"I must have eaten. I wonder if your cousin was in a good mood tonight and ate too much." Shang Siling answered with a smile on her face, feeling hopeful after arriving in the capital.
