Chapter 2078: with translation of chapter title

Another ten Minute passed, the patient's condition gradually stabilized, and was sent to the ICU for care.

Lao He didn't go along, after all it's not his own Hospital, just guarding the Operating table is enough; sending the patient back is something the anesthesiologist can do.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you've worked hard, let's grab a meal together." Lin Yuanzhang was in a good mood.

As long as he didn't think of Lin Yuan's Isolation Gown wet as if fished out of water, he felt very happy.

After all, the Shou Bing succeeded, and that damned PICC Catheter was successfully and smoothly removed.

"No, Lin Yuanzhang." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I still have things to do, I still have things to do, please excuse me."

Su Yun felt a bit surprised.

Although our Boss especially dislikes eating meals, he won't strongly refuse some important ones.

The surgery succeeded, the Tumor Hospital is treating to a meal— isn't that normal? Staying for a meal to communicate and bond, everyone would think that.

What's wrong today?

Lin Yuanzhang invited him to eat, but he refused so readily, as if without thinking.

"That's fine too; today's Shou Bing was too tough, another day— Zheng Lao Ban, you definitely must honor us." Lin Yuanzhang wasn't annoyed, but said it politely.

What's there to be angry about? Just look at our girl's hand shaking from exhaustion— Zheng Lao Ban probably isn't any better.

This is burning up the small universe.

It seems Zheng Lao Ban performing this Shou Bing was also quite not easy, Lin Yuanzhang thought.

It turned out he also had his limits; thinking this, Lin Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Professor Zhong.

Myriad emotions turned into a bitter smile.

Sent Zheng Lao Ban's Medical Team downstairs, exchanging many polite words. Lin Yuanzhang saw his girl preparing to get in the car, he was stunned for a moment, went over and whispered, "Aren't you going home?"

"Dad, come do the Shou Bing, I haven't written many medical records over there." Lin Yuan said with a laugh.

Her hand was still shaking, but she didn't mind much. After all, she's young; she'll recover soon.

"……"

"You go back first; I'll go home after I finish the medical records." Lin Yuan said, flicked her ponytail and got in the car.

Lin Yuanzhang watched the two cars kick up dust and leave, filled with mixed feelings.

Everyone knows clinical doctors are busy. But seeing others busy and being busy yourself are two concepts. Watching someone else's child undergo Shou Bing, not getting to eat, still having to write records, versus one's own child hungry and writing records— the feeling is completely different.

But what could Lin Yuanzhang say?

His psychological shadow area has already caught up to the size of his office.

Not to mention covering a person, even finding a place to sleep is no problem.

A glance at the post-Shou Bing patient showed the condition stable but not yet offline. Finally Zheng Lao Ban instructed that a professional ICU doctor must confirm before the tube can be removed and the patient go offline.

A major matter settled, Lin Yuanzhang drove straight home.

Upon entering the house, the aroma of food wafted. Lin Yuanzhang's heart warmed; the large amounts of adrenaline and dopamine secreted while watching the Shou Bing earlier had all vanished.

Changing shoes and clothes, he saw his beloved sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater, so he smiled and sat at the dining table, saying, "Let me see what tasty thing to make."

"Put it down, the girl hasn't come back and you want to eat first?" Lin Yuanzhang's beloved glanced at him coldly and said.

"……"

Just now that warmth and feeling of home all vanished like smoke.

Lin Yuanzhang rubbed his stomach, troubled, saying, "Just a bowl of porridge isn't enough?"

"No." Lin Yuanzhang's beloved said, "What time is it? The two of you are out fooling around, not one knows to come home! Look at how you've spoiled the girl!"

"Isn't there an emergency?" Lin Yuanzhang hesitated whether to tell his beloved about Lin Yuan going to Di Du Tumor Hospital.

One could say it, but better not go into details. If she learned that the Isolation Gown was soaked with sweat, she could cry for three days.

"I just called the girl; she said she just went to your place for emergency Shou Bing, and now she's back at 912 writing medical records."

"Mm." Lin Yuanzhang said absentmindedly.

"You guys, what are you aiming for by being busy to death every day?" Lin Yuanzhang's beloved said somewhat sympathetically: "You're young and don't pay attention; after thirty you'll get stomach trouble— what then?"

"Nothing, just take some stomach medicine." Lin Yuanzhang said offhand.

The next second, a ball of yarn came flying.

"You old bastard, isn't she your own daughter?" Lin Yuanzhang's beloved shouted angrily.

"Sigh, you know the girl's temper too." Lin Yuanzhang saw that the chance to eat first didn't exist, so he grabbed his phone, sent a message to Lin Yuan, then sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

"What Shou Bing today, why are you still calling people from 912?" Lin Yuanzhang's beloved asked while knitting.

"An out-of-town patient, the PICC tube dislodged and fell into the heart."

"Did the girl go on Shou Bing?" Lin Yuanzhang's beloved asked.

"Mm."

"The girl has really grown up, Old Lin; any surgery your unit can't handle, you have to call the girl." Lin Yuanzhang's beloved said with a laugh.

"It's Zheng Lao Ban we called." Lin Yuanzhang corrected.

"Then the girl also went on Shou Bing, right?"

Lin Yuanzhang knows that whatever he says now is useless; his wife has already made up her mind. In her mind, their girl is the most formidable.

Actually Lin Yuanzhang is also proud, but thinking of the girl's Isolation Gown soaked with sweat front and back makes his chest feel tight.

"Old Lin, why don't you look happy?" Lin Yuanzhang's beloved asked doubtfully, "If the girl isn't at your Hospital, then she's not your biological child?"

"Sigh, today's Shou Bing was so exhausting, the girl's hand…" Lin Yuanzhang absentmindedly, kept talking and let slip.

He realized he'd misspoken and stopped abruptly.

But his wife's sharp gaze fixed on him like a knife.

"Hand, what's wrong?" Lin Yuanzhang's beloved asked.

"Tired, a bit shaky." Lin Yuanzhang said helplessly.

"You..." Lin Yuanzhang's lover sprang to her feet, glared at him fiercely, put down her sweater, and went to the kitchen.

"Er, what are you doing?"

"Bring food to the girl!" Lin Yuanzhang's lover said, "You old thing won't starve to death; seeing the girl's hands shaking from exhaustion, you still don't call her back to eat a bite. Your hospital is just so inhumane!"

"That's 912..." Lin Yuanzhang muttered a rebuttal, not daring to let his old partner hear.

Lunch box, insulated container, Lin Yuanzhang's lover gathered up the food, packed it full, and hurried away.

Lin Yuanzhang looked at the desolate home, and his stomach let out a mournful gurgle.

He felt he had suffered great harm; Zheng Lao Ban looked gentle, but actually wore an overbearing, ferocious smile that descended from the heavens, and a huge psychological shadow filled the three-bedroom living room completely.

How much work does the girl have on her end, and how many Shou Bing does Zheng Lao Ban have to do in a day? Lin Yuanzhang is also curious.