But so people felt that this person was indeed Dr. Nyx. Although it was just a distant photo, that feeling was indescribable, as if Dr. Nyx was supposed to be like this.
There were all sorts of discussions online, tracing back the original tweet to a doctor from Pingyuan Central Hospital, and the dia from Pingyuan rushed in, carrying caras to the hospital. Whether true or false, such a hotspot would be foolish to miss.
Doctor Gao didn’t expect it to cause such a big stir. He underestimated the influence of Weibo, and feeling a bit scared, he quickly deleted the tweet. Although netizens had already taken screenshots, deleting it didn’t really help.
The hospital had never been this lively, with reporters and dia swarming in.
The dean was leisurely drinking tea, completely relaxed, when the assistant walked in briskly, provoking a roll of the eyes from the dean for not knocking and increasingly breaking rules.
The assistant didn’t think much, placed the phone in front of him: "Dean, you should look at this quickly, sothing big has happened."
The dean’s hand shook as he held the cup, glaring at her fiercely: "In such a rush, are you trying to reincarnate?"
After speaking, he leisurely put down the cup and casually glanced at the phone. That one look almost made him jump out of his seat.
"Good heavens, what has happened in just under twenty minutes?"
The assistant whispered, "Dean, is Dr. Nyx really in our hospital? Could it be...?" She suddenly rembered the surgery room the dean had asked to prepare urgently. Could it be that Dr. Nyx was really operating in their hospital?
The dean grabbed the phone and quickly skimd through it, growing more and more alard, suddenly plopping back into his chair: "Damn it, which imbecile let this out? Are they trying to curse to death?"
Assistant:... Isn’t this a good thing? Seize the opportunity to increase the hospital’s fa. Why does the dean look so despondent?
The dean gritted his teeth, gripping the phone: "Send all security to hold back the reporters, don’t let them near the surgery room at all costs."
The assistant was puzzled, looking at him in confusion: "Dean... you..."
The dean glared at her fiercely: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!"
The assistant paused for a mont, then scurried off quickly.
The dean didn’t realize he had done another foolish thing, this so-called empty posturing was basically telling the dia that Dr. Nyx was indeed in their hospital.
Sure enough, seeing the hospital dispatch a large number of security guards, reporters were convinced that Dr. Nyx was at this hospital. Otherwise, the hospital could have just clarified it, why go to the trouble of organizing security?
As the security ran towards the surgery room, a group of reporters followed the caran, running after them, their minds racing, eyes glinting with excitent, as if seeing Dr. Nyx waving at them.
Dr. Nyx was finally about to unveil his mysterious identity.
Yan Song, seeing a crowd rushing towards this side like a swarm of bees, quickly stood up and hid behind the door in the corridor, coldly observing the crazy dia outside.
Mingyue was a bit nonplussed: "What’s going on?"
Yan Song thought of sothing, frowning: "This isn’t good."
This surgery was actually quite simple, the key point was speed, it was a race against death. Fortunately, Yun Ya’s skills were strong, otherwise a mont later, the child would have been reporting to the Underworld.
One hour, the surgery was completed.
Yun Ya shook his head, finishing the final stitches. The nurse clipped the thread. He suddenly swayed, but the nurse quickly supported him: "Are you okay?"
Yun Ya raised a hand to rub his brow, feeling a dull ache forming in his lower abdon, but showed no expression: "Take the patient to the ward, I’m fine."
The nurse looked at him, those eyes were truly beautiful. She didn’t expect that although this doctor looked young, his surgical skills were unmatched. Even the most seasoned Doctor Gao in the hospital had to concede, proving that skill indeed knows no age.
Yun Ya glanced at the boy lying on the hospital bed with tubes connected to his body. Beneath the mask, a slight smile spread at the corners of his mouth, his eyes warm and bright.
Saving a life really could make one’s mood better.
Thinking of sothing, he lowered his eyes and self-deprecatingly chuckled, stepping out...
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