Chapter 129: Director's House 1

Chapter 129: Director’s House 1

Suddenly, Yue Wentong said to the teachers, “There is a patient of Professor Li outside that I was tasked to pick up. I’m quite familiar with this patient’s condition and it’s not very serious, so perhaps we can let him sleep in the corridor of our department for tonight and move him to a bed tomorrow.”

It made sense!

The senior clinicians exchanged quick glances. Zhu Huicang immediately made a phone call to communicate with Professor Li from his own department.

When Professor Li heard over the phone that a seven-year-old little girl was about to lose her father, he agreed to go talk to his patient about giving up their bed.

“You take him to the operating room first,” Zhu Huicang said after finishing the call, directing Yue Wentong.

Following the clinicians’ instructions, Yue Wentong and the nurses took Father Liu out of the emergency room, preparing to head for the operating room. As for the original patient, once the paperwork was done, the nurses could take him to the cardiothoracic surgery department since his condition wasn’t urgent and didn’t require emergency treatment.

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The doctors and nurses pushed Father Liu out of the emergency room together.

Among the crowd, a seven-year-old girl ran over with a thud, calling out to the stretcher, “Daddy, how are you?”

At this moment, Father Liu was still in mortal danger, with the Death God tugging at him. Hearing his daughter’s voice, he exerted strength to open his eyes and said to his daughter, “Zhenzhen, be good, listen to the doctor—”

The little girl’s name turned out to be Zhenzhen.

Seeing this scene, the group of doctors and nurses truly felt their hearts ache.

Because of this, Doctor Lin felt like scolding someone again, picking up the phone to call that person, but that person took forever to answer.

Xie Wanying, who should have stayed in the emergency room with her senior brother, saw this and said to Huang Zhilei, “Senior brother, may I go and keep her company?”

“Okay,” Huang Zhilei agreed, considering it would be better for a little girl to be accompanied by a female doctor. Besides, the nurses had said they would take the little girl to the nurse station, but they would be too busy to watch her anyway.

Xie Wanying walked over and took the little girl’s hand on her own initiative.

Zhenzhen lifted her little head to look up at her. Her small mouth curled into a smile, her worried little face brightened with a glimpse of joy like the sun peeking out from behind clouds, and she said, “With a doctor sister here, my dad and I are at ease. I’m sure my dad will be fine.”

One could only say that the child was smart, knowing and seeing that she had rushed into the emergency room to save her father.

Xie Wanying felt a heavy responsibility on her shoulders and held the child’s hand tightly.

Meanwhile, Zhu Huicang had helped Doctor Lin transfer the patient and walked out of the emergency room shoulder to shoulder with his old classmate Ren Chongda. The three of them had agreed to go to President Wu’s house for a New Year’s visit and to eat dumplings, but they were now late and both men hastened their steps.

The night had fallen dark, and it was nearly seven o’clock.

Upon arriving at President Wu’s house, they rang the doorbell, ding-dong.

The door was opened by President Wu’s wife, Comrade Chiang Ying.

“You’re here,” Chiang Ying beckoned them warmly, “Come in quickly. The dumplings are wrapped, and we are just waiting for everyone to arrive so we can start cooking them.”

It was unknown how many people were expected at President Wu’s house for dumplings that evening.

Zhu Huicang and Ren Chongda entered the house and only saw Cao Yong sitting alone in the living room, busy helping Chiang Ying wrap some more dumplings.

Hearing their footsteps, Cao Yong rolled up his sleeves, took a break, and urged them, “Quickly come help, don’t dawdle.”

Zhu Huicang and Ren Chongda put down the fruits and candies, washed their hands, and sat down with Cao Yong to wrap dumplings together.

At this time, the doorbell rang again, ding-dong, ding-dong.

Unsure who else had come, Chiang Ying murmured, “There are really a lot of guests tonight. Could it be that everyone got the message, knowing that my Old Wu isn’t home during the day and only comes back in the evening?”