Chapter 51: Xin Chanxi, Uncle, What Is Your Surname?

Her hair was half-tied in a high ponytail; she was tall with straight, long legs.

"What's wrong again?" After Wang Chuan spoke, his gaze began to roam over Pei Nanli.

The reason for his failure in his past life lay with Pei Nanli; naturally, after this rebirth, Wang Chuan wanted to know the answer.

After all, during the four years at Medical School, he had never seen Pei Nanli being overly intimate with other boys.

He had initially thought it was Pei Nanli's parents' opposition, but it turned out not to be.

"What did my mother tell you?" Pei Nanli raised her eyes and said.

Wang Chuan walked over and, in the first-floor corridor, suddenly pinned Pei Nanli against the wall. This book's first release is at Tiantian Kan Xiaoshuo, super considerate, ttk. tw awaits your reading, providing you with error-free chapters and non-misordered chapter reading experiences.

"Pei Nanli, your mother told us to make our romantic relationship public. Yes, I said the day before yesterday that we weren't suitable. But your mother said we are suitable. I think we can give it a try."

As Wang Chuan spoke, he stared unblinkingly, trying to read the reason from the changes on Pei Nanli's face and in her beautiful eyes.

Pei Nanli was first surprised, and finally showed a trace of panic.

She was surprised that her mother, to stop her from contacting Fang Yuan, had actually agreed to let her date Wang Chuan; she panicked because Wang Chuan said they should give it a try.

"Pei Nanli, what do you think? You shouldn't have a boyfriend yet, right?"

Pei Nanli saw Wang Chuan's lips curling up, revealing a smile.

She felt his gaze envelop her whole body and felt a bit uncomfortable. "Move aside, I can't breathe."

Pei Nanli felt a bit guilty at this moment; she only said it with her mouth, while her hands protected her chest.

Wang Chuan, looking down, had his nose tip pressed against one side of her cheek.

She felt the hormonal scent of a young summer boy rush into her nostrils like a desert heatwave, causing a flutter in her heart.

Wang Chuan was also because he was too close to Pei Nanli.

Her pure white neck, cherry-red lips, and the small beauty mark at the outer corner of her right eye.

A few strands of black hair fell from her shoulders, brushing against his face, itchy.

Although his reborn mind told him to control himself, his young heart was beating powerfully, thump-thump.

He also heard Pei Nanli's rapid heartbeat.

He saw Pei Nanli's hills rising and falling ceaselessly.

He felt Pei Nanli's deep breathing.

Wang Chuan felt he had returned to his youthful days in his past life; he extended both hands, hugged Pei Nanli's slender waist tightly, and was about to kiss her.

"What are you guys doing!"

Wang Chuan turned his head to look; it was Wu Qinghua.

"Wang Chuan, move aside for me."

Pei Nanli's cheeks flushed red; she pried Wang Chuan's hands apart and dashed into the safety stairwell, not waiting for the elevator.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qinghua immediately understood what was happening, scratched his head, and said: "Wang Chuan, sorry to ruin your good thing. Twenty years old, full of blood and vigor, I understand; I've been there."

He added: "Attending Physician Zhang sent me over to check; you haven't been back for so long, I thought you and Attending Physician Sun Ke were arguing again."

Wang Chuan looked disappointed; he figured he would ask for that answer next time.

On the way, Wu Qinghua curiously asked again: "Wang Chuan, is that girl the one you saved yesterday?"

"Yes!"

"Then doesn't that mean she is Director Pei's daughter, such a beautiful daughter? Wang Chuan, in the future, you can go to any hospital in Mingzhou, any department you like."

Wu Qinghua was greatly surprised.

Wang Chuan knew what Wu Qinghua was about to say next and deliberately spoke up first: "Don't worry, after I make it big, I won't forget Emergency Department Doctor Wu."

"Wang Chuan, good brother, loyal."

In Wu Qinghua's eyes, Wang Chuan was no longer an Intern, but the future Dean of Mingzhou First Hospital.

After finishing the last surgery, Zhang Yang and Wang Chuan let out a long sigh of relief; Wu Qinghua had already gone to the Doctor's Rest Room to sleep deeply.

Attending Physician Zhang Yang sighed and said: "Wang Chuan, are you watching the European Cup Opening Match on June 12? I'll talk to Director Gao and arrange our day shift, find a place to drink and watch the match, how about that?"

"Teacher Zhang, a friend of mine has a Bar that just opened the other day; we can go there and get a discount."

Zhang Yang's tired eyes stared at Wang Chuan for a while. "Classmate Chuan, you're something else; only been here a few days and already have friends in Mingzhou."

"It's a friend from Jiangcheng, coming to Mingzhou to open a chain of Bars."

"Oh, ask if you can get a 50% Discount; Bar spending isn't cheap."

The next morning, after finishing the shift handover at eight o'clock, Wang Chuan calculated that during his Night Shift, he had performed operations five times in total.

Ding-dong, 【Virtual Operation Training】, the fourth time has been activated; the fifth activation condition: 2/6.

【Peak Medical Skill Experience】 first activation progress, obtained patient gratitude, cumulative 23/100.

Wang Chuan returned to the Dormitory, opened the 【Puncture】 at 'Beginner Level'. He pulled down the submenu of fifteen items, from Femoral Vein Puncture, Femoral Artery Puncture, Cricothyroid Membrane Puncture, Intracardiac Injection...

Using the opportunity of the fourth Virtual Operation Training, he spent six hours in the Virtual Space.

He upgraded six of the punctures to Intermediate Level; adding the already Intermediate Cricothyroid Membrane Puncture, only eight puncture techniques remained at Beginner Level.

At noon time, he hurriedly ran to the bookstore to buy back Microsurgery; the book price was 169 Yuan, making his heart ache.

In the afternoon, upon arriving at the Orthopedics Department special ward, Doctor Sun Ke was explaining post-operative knowledge to Wang Chuan in the husband's ward for Microsurgical Limb Replantation.

That husband, Xu Feng, knowing it was Sun Ke and Wang Chuan who had reattached his wife's fingers, kept thanking them without end.

Tears flowed from his eyes. "I was too impulsive! Too impulsive. Thank you."

Sun Ke returned to the corridor, grabbed Wang Chuan, and said: "Go back and digest it. However, that female patient must thank you; go see her again."

That female patient saw Wang Chuan. "Thank you, Doctor Wang; my name is Zhang Qian."

Wang Chuan saw 【Peak Medical Skill Experience】 first activation progress appear before his eyes, obtained patient gratitude, cumulative 23/100.

Hearing Zhang Qian's Sichuan-Chongqing accent, she had married so far away; her husband Xu Feng was a local of Mingzhou.

"Doctors save the dying and heal the wounded." Wang Chuan said indifferently.

Sun Ke also smiled and said, "However, the surgical fee for Replantation of Severed Finger is quite expensive. For the two of you, at least thirty thousand is unavoidable. You husband and wife must not secretly run away."

"Rest assured, that blockhead of mine has money; he is a Base Spirit distributor."

Upon hearing there was money, Sun Ke felt much more relieved, for if a patient fled owing medical fees, the Hospital would bear half and the department would bear half.

The performance wages of the department members would be shared equally, with the attending Doctor bearing a larger share.

Later, when Sun Ke heard "Base Spirit" again, he felt a bit puzzled.

Wang Chuan explained, "Base Spirit refers to the spirits used to mix cocktails in a Bar, including Vodka, Brandy, Rum, Gin, Whisky, and Tequila."

"Doctor Wang, I didn't expect you to know these things too; do you often go to a Bar for fun?" Zhang Qian asked.

"No. A friend of mine runs a Bar."

Wang Chuan then asked Zhang Qian for her contact information, preparing to add a supply source for Lin Weiwei's Bar, although normally goods were supplied by Hong Kong traders.

After walking out of the Orthopedics Department, seeing it was still early in the Afternoon, Wang Chuan gritted his teeth and took a taxi to Nanshui Driving School.

After paying the fees, the Driving School asked Wang Chuan when he planned to start learning, and Wang Chuan said the sooner the better.

"No problem; let me check. It just so happens that one instructor has become available."

Wang Chuan walked to the Driving School training ground and was just about to get into the instructor's car.

"Wait! We will learn together."

Wang Chuan turned around and saw a young girl wearing a black face mask, her apricot-shaped eyes exposed and very beautiful.

She walked over, extended her hand to Wang Chuan, and said, "My name is Xin Chanxi; may I ask your honorable surname, Uncle?"