"Let’s go, Ziwei."
The two of them ca alone.
They didn’t even bring assistants.
Mainly because the two of them could keep each other company.
Moreover, bringing assistants would be a bit troubleso, especially since celebrities with assistants are easily snapped by paparazzi.
Their target is too big.
Coming alone is a little better.
"Uh-huh."
Lan Ziwei nodded.
So, the two of them walked into the Provincial People’s Hospital.
One went to the ENT departnt, the other went to check the rheumatology and immunology departnt.
Early this morning.
"Doo doo doo—"
Zhang Lingchuan’s phone rang.
[Yin Xiaoxiao calling...]
It was marked as a call from Yin Xiaoxiao.
"Hey, Xiaoxiao... What’s up??"
He quickly answered the call, curious as to why Xiaoxiao would call during work hours on a Friday; it’s unusual.
"Dr. Xiaochuan, do you rember that chubby guy who choked on rice and you saved him?"
Yin Xiaoxiao inquired from the other end.
"Uh... I rember, what’s up?"
That big guy seed to be nad ng Dahong.
"Well, they got chopped again... and knowing how well you stitched last ti, his guys refuse to let other doctors stitch them up, even the director can’t, only want you to stitch..."
Yin Xiaoxiao explained.
"Uh... they’re not letting the wound be stitched? Waiting for ? What if I can’t co?"
Zhang Lingchuan felt exasperated upon hearing this.
Where could the wound be opened?
There clearly are doctors to stitch it up, yet they refuse?
Are they so good at enduring pain?
"If you can’t co, they’ll just lie here... waiting for you. So Dr. Xiaochuan, can you spare so ti today to co over? They’ve occupied quite a few beds."
Yin Xiaoxiao was quite troubled too.
These people simply didn’t listen.
They even said upfront, "We want Dr. Xiaochuan, we’re covered in injuries, either call the police to move us away."
"What about ng Dahong? Can you ask him to give a call?"
Zhang Lingchuan rembered ng Dahong as being relatively reasonable.
If possible, he’d prefer to talk with him, to persuade effectively.
"He’s unconscious, just finished surgery and hasn’t woken up yet..."
Yin Xiaoxiao helplessly stated.
"Uh..."
Why does Zhang Lingchuan feel that this fatty always gets into trouble?
Previously got choked by beef on rice roll, then got slashed in the chest, this ti unconscious, just finished surgery and hasn’t woken.
Really tough.
"Alright, I’ll go over and check it out; there’s nothing major going on today anyway."
Speaking of which, it’s been over a week since he’s been to the hospital.
Since he’s done with variety show tasks, might as well drop by.
After all, as a doctor, even though he’s a veterinarian, people sought him out specifically, if it were during program recording or other tasks, it’d be hard to make it, but now having the ti to drop by isn’t an issue.
"Alrighty, Dr. Xiaochuan, I’ll treat you tonight!!"
Yin Xiaoxiao had a bright smile upon hearing Zhang Lingchuan agree to co over.
Ergency departnt ward.
Currently, a dozen youths were lying here.
"Director Wu Qi, it’s not that we don’t want to be stitched; it’s mainly because your doctors don’t cut it. Look at my brother’s tattoo after stitching; it ended up like this, an eagle turned into a hen, and this dragon tattoo looks like a snake. What can we do? After all, we have to show up to see brotherhood in the future!"
"Exactly exactly! Every ti get painted, stitched by these unskilled doctors, it’s a lifeti joke."
A blonder and a white-haired guy chid in.
One had a gash on his shoulder; the other on his arm.
They looked pretty deep.
"Vice Wu, we just called Dr. Xiaochuan, he said he’d co over."
At this mont, Yin Xiaoxiao chid in.
"Phew—, alright then, since Xiaochuan’s willing to co settle this, that would be best, these guys are really..."
Director Wu Qi rubbed his forehead upon hearing the words.
Really single-minded, wouldn’t listen to a word, insisted that Dr. Xiaochuan co for stitching.
If not, just haul them away to the police station.
Otherwise, agree to nd the tattoo well, extra pay available.
But the latter was based on the condition of Dr. Xiaochuan not coming.
After all, if Dr. Xiaochuan really doesn’t co, they might as well let the wounds gape open here.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Lingchuan arrived at the hospital.
"Dr. Xiaochuan!"
"Dr. Xiaochuan, you’re finally here!!"
...
Seeing Zhang Lingchuan, they all lifted their heads.
Greeted him eagerly.
"Um... Who you decide to stitch won’t change the stitching, yet you insist on waiting for . If I weren’t here, you wouldn’t stitch?"
Zhang Lingchuan asked with a hint of annoyance.
While knowing they wanted soone to stitch well enough on tattoos, it’s quite capricious.
"Dr. Xiaochuan, if you aren’t coming, we’ll have costic stitching. It’s a bit pricier but at least won’t be laughed at."
Once you’ve tasted fine bran, you don’t crave coarse grains.
Having seen Dr. Xiaochuan’s stitches, they really didn’t want it ending like a centipede again.
"..."
Zhang Lingchuan was speechless.
This morning, Dr. Xiaochuan got busy again.
One, two, three... fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!!
Master-level stitching isn’t a joke.
Each took only a few minutes, stitched both quickly and well.
Eight-thirty.
By nine-thirty to ten, Zhang Lingchuan finally finished stitching these dozen patients.
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