Shang Siling appeared slightly surprised and hurriedly stood up. In this grand procession of doctors, aside from Doctor Yao, she and her husband had never seen any of the other doctors.
"This is Director Zhang from our ergency departnt," Doctor Yao introduced Zhang Huayao to the patient’s family.
It turned out that hospital leaders were making ward inspections, hence Mo Guai was followed by a large group. Shang Siling looked at Zhang Huayao, who was being treated with great reverence, and respectfully said, "Hello, Director Zhang."
"Did the patient sleep well last night?" Zhang Huayao asked about the patient’s condition. Last night, he understood clearly that Student Xie did not want him to give her family special treatnt, so he had to personally check on her patient. After all, this patient was temporarily under his responsibility in the ergency departnt.
"He was able to sleep last night," Shang Siling answered cautiously, sensing that each doctor from the Capital was more formidable and authoritative than the last.
"The dical records," Zhang Huayao reached out his hand toward the doctors behind him.
This ti, Doctor Yao, having learned from last night, had already made an additional copy of the patient’s dical records as a precaution for other authorities who might want to review it. As soon as Zhang Huayao asked, the dical record folder was promptly handed over.
The folder, comprising two sheets from the provincial hospital’s discharge summary and one sheet of ergency departnt’s temporary orders, was weighed in Zhang Huayao’s hands.
The surroundings were utterly silent.
Holding the records in one hand, with the other tucked into the pocket of his white coat, Zhang Huayao’s deanor was like that of an immortal, exuding the authority of an expert.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Shang Siling asked the doctor for advice, "Director Zhang, regarding my husband’s condition—"
Catching the family mber’s emotion, Zhang Huayao looked up from the dical records and shot a sharp glance at the patient on the bed.
Subjected to the doctor’s gaze, Xiao Shugang, like his wife, had to swallow nervously.
Being a bedridden patient, the family was equally tense. Zhang Huayao nodded to them, smiled, his expression becoming very gentle, speaking in a warm and relaxed tone to the patient and family, "Dr. Shim ntioned it’s ti to transfer to the internal dicine departnt. You don’t need to worry anymore. Let’s proceed with this morning’s examination first."
Seeing the doctor smile indicated the problem wasn’t too serious, both the patient and family breathed a collective sigh of relief.
The young doctors following Zhang Huayao at this mont believed in the senior’s words; their ergency departnt’s Director Zhang was indeed a kind person and knew well how to comfort patients.
Holding the dical records, Zhang Huayao turned his head, searching the room for soone, "Where is Xie Wanying?"
He wanted to discuss the case with Student Xie this morning, but now Student Xie was nowhere to be found near the patient.
"Yingying went to—" Shang Siling started to reply to the doctor’s question, then suddenly faltered.
The others’ eyes quickly fell on her sowhat odd expression.
Shang Siling’s heart pounded, feeling guilty. Xie Wanying went to donate blood at the blood station alone, worried that the volu might not be sufficient. She ntioned she had a way to resolve it, but Shang Siling wasn’t sure what that thod was. If this thod was improper and involved covert actions, disclosing it to the doctors might affect her husband’s surgery and Xie Wanying’s reputation as a future doctor.
Thinking of this, Shang Siling, even with a thousand mouths, dared not speak casually.
Everyone could clearly see her hesitating to speak, indicating she had a secret she couldn’t share.
"Is there sothing you can’t say?" Zhang Huayao scrutinized her face with a sharp gaze.
"Yingying has her personal matters to attend to," Shang Siling finally found an excuse, saying, "I don’t know what she’s doing; she didn’t say."
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