Two monkeys sitting on the bench beside their mom. Two pairs of little eyes turning in circles.
Little Mingli, usually a cheerful optimist, had his little eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t know who the fourth uncle was, since he had never t Zhu Minxuan and wasn’t familiar with him. But he knew that Uncle Ou Yanan had gone inside to rescue people, and it was said to be dangerous.
Lingxin, calm like a centenarian, had a small face serious and motionless. Occasionally turning his little eyes, he worriedly looked at mom and his brother.
If sothing happened to Uncle, he could imagine, what would mom do? What would his brother do? His brother really liked this uncle. And what about Big Bai?
Big Bai walked away.
Back ho, when Tang Sili received the call from his boss, he happened to run into Zhao ngjin bringing Mrs. Zhao to his hospital for a follow-up visit.
Speaking of Mrs. Zhao since returning to the country, she usually lived with Grandma Xiao. Grandma Xiao was also elderly, her body functions gradually deteriorating with age, needing soone to assist with care for daily life. Seeing soone in a similar situation, Mrs. Zhao’s self-esteem was compensated. Once this psychological balance was achieved, her condition naturally improved.
Undoubtedly, Big Bai’s suggestion for Mrs. Zhao to return ho and live with Grandma Xiao was correct. After all, Grandma Xiao, like Mrs. Zhao back then, was quite a formidable person in their circle. Nowadays, their circumstances are quite similar.
Occasionally, perhaps Mrs. Zhao would reminisce about those days, feeling sad, but seeing Grandma Xiao living so cheerfully, her self-pity seed clownish, bringing much sha.
Illness often relates to mood, even Tang Sili had to admire his boss’s foresight on this point.
After completing Mrs. Zhao’s examination and preparing to prescribe dication, due to receiving a help call from student Ou Yanan, Tang Sili had to pause all work here, guiding the student remotely via video on performing a special surgery for a specific patient abroad.
Zhao ngjin served Mrs. Zhao her dication, helping her lie on the bed in the clinic. Mrs. Zhao, drowsy from the dication, soon fell asleep. Zhao ngjin walked away, behind a half-open white curtain in the clinic, able to hear Tang Sili speaking inside.
His voice always unhurried, as if never needing to be anxious or worried. People said it was a skill of being a doctor, but in Zhao ngjin’s view, it was rather his natural disposition.
Not everyone is suitable for being a doctor, especially those soft-hearted ones. Zhao ngjin distinctly rembered, during her studies, a student in her high school class who wholeheartedly wanted to beco a doctor and help others. Yet when he entered dical college and began clinical practice, he soon gave up the path of studying dicine. According to him, reality was too far from his dreams.
In hospitals, there’s often intrigue, with doctors facing dual risks of morality and technique in performing operations. dicine could be angelic or demonic; no one could say for sure.
Zhao ngjin didn’t understand why she stood there unmoving, behind the curtain, watching the man.
Tang Sili seed totally unaware of her presence there, simultaneously holding a pen while guiding a student via computer, finishing writing Mrs. Zhao’s dical records and contemplating prescriptions.
Because of multitasking, his writing was slow this ti, yet as attentive as ever.
"Professor Tang," Zhao ngjin took a step forward.
"What is it?" Tang Sili didn’t turn around, pen deliberating between several prescriptions.
Zhao ngjin gently pulled aside the white curtain and walked in, seeing his profile up close. He was undeniably a handso man who loved cleanliness, often keeping his face comfortable and neat, enhancing his mature masculine charm.
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