After a while, classmate Xie's voice rang out and said: "Patients in bed twenty-two are going to have surgery. Dr. Lu said he would do it under general anesthesia. I would like to ask your opinion."
To others, her tone seemed unchanged.
Cao Yong didn't know whether he should feel relieved or not, and replied: "Okay, listen to Dr. Lu."
After receiving the answer, Lu Tianchi ran out as if running for his life, not wanting to get involved in the incident.
Seeing Senior Brother Lu leaving, Xie Wanying also said: "I'll go to the operating room first."
Cao Yong had no choice but to nod.
Several classmates saw her leaving and hurriedly followed her. They were full of words and didn't know what to say. The most angry was that Song Mao had dragged them into the situation.
The anesthesiologist agreed to perform the operation. Song Xuelin went outside and urged the little idiot to come to the hospital.
At the same time, Lin Jiayin calmed down and said to her doctor classmate: "I gave him a performance ticket, and he will sit in the front row to watch my performance. This may be my last stage performance, and I have to ensure that he can
visible."
Before the operation, no doctor dared to say that he could definitely remove the tumor and ensure that there would be no postoperative complications. Cao Yong could only say to the patient: "He is a doctor who only cares about the patient's survival and doesn't care about anything else."
"That won't work. Everyone just wants to show their best side to the person they like the most, aren't you the same, Cao Yong?"
"You don't need to worry about my affairs." Cao Yong refused others to interfere with his usual attitude.
"I'm not meddling with your business. I just want to say that love is not something that you think doesn't matter to the other person. Many times we will deceive ourselves and others unconsciously, which is not good. For example, I never knew that a well-matched couple was so important before.
." Lin Jiayin's tone became more and more meaningful.
Well-matched? In what era are we now still paying attention to being well-matched?
Lin Jiayin seemed to be able to hear the inner laughter of the classmates next to her, and explained seriously with disapproval: "Like him and me, I am the one on the stage, and he is a doctor. If he is with me, he will inevitably bear all kinds of social pressure, including
I can imagine the pressure from the patients’ doubts.” For this reason, and after the disease, she did not dare to say anything to the other party at all.
Maybe love will really increase each other's unnecessary worries.
"If you have ideas, it's better to communicate with him properly instead of making random thoughts on your own." Cao Yong, as a doctor, advised her not to think too much.
Lin Jiayin glanced at him and said unconvinced: "I seem to have seen her expression just now. Why don't you go and have a frank communication with her."
"She is not the kind of person you think." Cao Yong said.
"You're wrong. I can bet you that she cares."
*
After the others followed classmate Xie out, they felt uneasy because they didn't know what to say, so they might as well hide from classmate Xie.
Xie Wanying discovered that she seemed to be the only one who entered the operating room with her child first.
Brother Lu gave the patient general anesthesia.
Not long after, Senior Brother Huang rushed back to the hospital.
"That's strange, where is that cat?" I remember that I received a call from Song Mao informing him of his return. When Huang Zhilei entered the operating room, he found that Song Mao was nowhere to be seen and only his junior sister was the only one.
"I was doing anesthesia and it wasn't time, so Dr. Song and the others didn't arrive." Xie Wanying answered Senior Brother Huang.
The junior sister was so stubborn that she didn't realize that Song Mao and those people liked to hang out with her. Huang Zhilei smelled if there was any strange smell in the air.
Senior Brother Huang is here, and Xie Wanying and Senior Brother Huang are discussing the surgical approach for the upcoming surgery.
