The surgery is complete. After saving the child’s life, the leader of the oral surgery departnt finally sits down with the parents for a proper talk. As long as the patient is alive, the conversation should be much easier than at the beginning.
A group of surgeons can now rest and have lunch.
"Here, your big drumstick and braised egg." Teacher Lu rewarded his son by adding extra food to his bowl.
Zhang Huayao asked his mother, "Are you full?"
"Yes, I am."
"Can you be full with a toothache?" Zhang Huayao was worried that his mother was lying and warned her.
"You’re underestimating . This little toothache is nothing. If you want to care about , it’s better to care about Xiaobing."
"Why should I care about her? Her husband and the attending doctor are here." Zhang Huayao shrugged, indicating that it was not his place to care for the pregnant woman.
Fu Xinheng was eager to go and have a word with that couple.
Professor Shen examined Li Xiaobing’s teeth and said there was a problem with the left molar, a cavity that needed several treatnts. The wisdom tooth affecting the molar should have been removed earlier, but now it has to wait until after childbirth.
The toothache was affecting eating. Zhu Huicang fed his wife with a spoon, saying, "You should have told earlier, I would have accompanied you for a check-up."
"I wanted to figure out what was wrong before telling you, so you wouldn’t get unnecessarily worried." Li Xiaobing said this, realizing that her husband was more anxious than she was.
Afterwards, Cao Yong found his old friend to have a private chat.
Xie Wanying washed the handkerchief she gave to Senior Cao in the bathroom and was preparing to return it to him. As she walked, she considered whether to buy him a new one.
Halfway there, she saw Senior Cao and Teacher Fu talking to Senior Zhu and stopped, standing aside.
"Is there sothing you should have told first?" Fu Xinheng interrogated the patient’s husband.
"What could I have?" Zhu Huicang looked up and replied.
"I an, if you feel sothing’s wrong with her, shouldn’t you tell ?"
"I didn’t feel anything’s wrong with her."
"Are you sure?"
Zhu Huicang scratched his head with both hands.
"Can’t think of anything, can you?" Cao Yong chid in, asking him, "Why not talk about whether you’ve had nightmares?"
Ah, this classmate who studies the human brain guessed he’d been having nightmares. Zhu Huicang wanted to roll his eyes at Cao Yong and sighed deeply.
"What nightmares are you having?" Seeing that Cao Yong guessed correctly, Fu Xinheng asked him again.
"It’s nothing. Didn’t she have a miscarriage before?"
"You dreamt that she miscarried again and it scared you into a cold sweat, didn’t it? Scared you into avoiding the issue, right?"
"What am I avoiding?"
"Unless you felt sothing, why would you have such a nightmare?"
Not just Cao Yong, even soone in cardiothoracic surgery like him knows that what you think about during the day affects your dreams at night.
Zhu Huicang felt cornered by both of them, wanting to bang his head against the wall, "What’s the point of asking what I feel? Why not ask her obstetrician for sothing concrete?"
"The prenatal checkups have intervals. Can the obstetrician see inside her womb? You’re with her every day; you know her physical condition best." Fu Xinheng, as the attending physician, wasn’t afraid to make things clear for him.
The responsibility is yours as her husband. If you want to escape, where do you think you can hide?
"Where am I hiding?" Zhu Huicang was genuinely upset, jumping up to fiercely argue with the other person, "Since you keep saying my feeling is right, how do you explain it? You want to speculate wildly? I’ve never heard her obstetrician say she might miscarry."
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