Chapter 819: Extra 8

"Doctor Liu, what a huge bouquet of roses outside!" a nurse said with a smile, her face full of gossip.

It's just that...

Liu Er Ya frowned, her mood not very good; she didn't know if this person had a problem, sending flowers every day, even though she had clearly refused him several times already.

"You should go, don't come again." Liu Er Ya looked at the person in front of her; he was her patient, treated for three months, and after he recovered, he transformed into a flower-sending monster, coming over every day to deliver flowers, stirring up everyone to watch the spectacle.

That man was a bit shy, his face turning slightly red, "Doctor Liu, do you not like these flowers? What kind of flowers do you like? I will send you whatever flowers you like."

Liu Er Ya finished writing the medical record before looking up at him, "Is it possible that I don't like you as a person?"

"But..." the man looked a bit shy, lowered his head, then leaned into Liu Er Ya's ear and whispered, "But you have already seen me all over, Doctor Liu, you have to be responsible for me."

That's right, this man came to see the andrology department, born with erectile dysfunction, had seen many hospitals, felt nothing for women, the big brother down there wasn't up to the task, and hearing that the Military District Hospital had a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor who had treated many difficult and miscellaneous diseases, he came here for treatment.

He hadn't expected this Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor to not be an old man with a white beard and a face full of life's hardships.

Instead, it was a beautiful girl over twenty years old.

Three months, acupuncture every day, medicine applied every month, checking the situation every day, he had been seen all over by her, how could she not be responsible for him?

Liu Er Ya frowned, looked at him, and said coldly, "If seeing someone all over means I have to be responsible, then I would have to be responsible for eight or ten people every day. Go line up."

"Doctor Liu..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, a nurse separated him because an emergency surgery required Doctor Liu's assistance.

He walked to the side, feeling a bit dejected, tore off the flower wrapping, trimmed the stems, inserted them into a vase, and placed it in her office.

After finishing everything, he left.

When Liu Er Ya finished the surgery, rubbed her tired wrists, and returned to the office, seeing the vase that had been changed, she just frowned and said nothing.

"Doctor Liu, the International Traditional and Western Medicine Competition is open for registration, and the hospital plans to recommend you. What are your thoughts?" Dean Han looked at Liu Er Ya, the more he looked, the more satisfied he was; although An Yinan had fulfilled her promise, their hospital's reputation remained bright precisely because of Doctor Liu's presence.

Her medical skills had received the true teachings of Elder Feng and An Yinan, her techniques were becoming increasingly steady, and her medical skills were getting even better.

This time for the International Traditional and Western Medicine Competition, their hospital had two spots, one given to the Department of Cardiac Surgery and one to Liu Er Ya.

"Me? My experience is insufficient; shouldn't I settle down for a few more years?" Liu Er Ya was a bit surprised; Traditional Chinese Medicine was broad and profound, and there was too much she still needed.

For so many years, she had never given up on learning; no matter how tired she was every day, she insisted on reading, insisted on studying cases and treatment plans, made careful records every time, and when she met Nan Nan, she would conduct feasibility inferences and voice her own thoughts and confusion.

Every step she took was one she had walked out herself, footprint by footprint; of course, she always had the help of friends by her side.

"Your spot is not my arbitrary decision, but elected by the vote of the department heads."

"Doctor Liu, everyone thinks highly of you!"

Dean Han left, leaving behind a somewhat dazed Liu Er Ya.

The International Traditional and Western Medicine Competition held domestic trials first, then selected five people to participate in the international competition; this competition was not one that started suddenly.

It was held every three years, and the first place each time could win three extra spots for their country in the next competition, second place could win one spot, and third place had no spots but could greatly promote the country's heritage.

As the competition proceeded match by match, Liu Er Ya was both excited and exhausted each time; she could learn a lot of new knowledge and see new cases, and every special symptom made her excited.

But it was indeed tiring; trains, planes, she was either at the competition or on the road.

"Doctor Liu, congratulations."

"Doctor Liu, you have brought glory to the Military Region General Hospital."

"Doctor Liu, you are too amazing."

After three busy months, Liu Er Ya obtained the spot to compete abroad, while the person from the Department of Cardiac Surgery was eliminated.

One reason was that Traditional Chinese Medicine was a niche field, and another was that Liu Er Ya's medical skills had reached a new level; the people around her were all too excellent, allowing her to go further and see more than many others.

"Thank you."

She walked along the way, nodding and thanking people, and when she pushed open the office door, she saw that on the windowsill, in that vase, there were still fresh flowers inserted.

She looked at the vase for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking herself, or even if she was thinking of anything at all.

"If..."

"If you form a habit for something, is it very scary?" She sat with her sisters, on the grass, under the starry sky, with a few night lights emitting a dim yellow glow.

An Yinan raised an eyebrow; this didn't sound like a question Liu Er Ya would ask, unless this matter had already affected something for her.

"Is it forming a habit for a thing, or forming a habit for a person?" She picked up the fruit wine in her hand and swayed it in front of Liu Er Ya.

Jiang Yunduo clinked glasses with her, "You have to think, has your heart been moved?"

"I think, after thinking about it, if you lost this person, would you be sad?"

Zhou Ruo Ran just smiled gently, "Are you willing to fight for him and have a home?"

Liu Er Ya listened to her friends' questions; she threw out one question, and they returned four—did they have to be so ruthless?

"Heart moved, it doesn't seem like it, but I have indeed gotten used to it."

She was never lonely; the once-insecure her had long since walked away, and now she had the ability to choose and the confidence to lose.

No matter what she lost, these friends would always be by her side.

She was someone who walked out of the mountains; she bought a house, brought her parents to Beijing, supported her younger siblings' schooling, and her younger siblings gritted their teeth and worked hard; they had seen the prosperity and didn't want to return to the mountains, but they wanted to use their own abilities to stay in this place.

She was very happy, with no troublesome matters, only needing to work hard.

But...

Suddenly, a person broke into her life.

She resisted, she was unaccustomed to it.

"Er Ya, a moved heart cannot be resisted; the more you resist, the faster it beats."

"If you are not afraid to accept, why would you be afraid to lose?"

Zhou Ruo Ran comforted her gently; love, even when she was in a mess, when she went to Beijing University alone, even when her child was crying and she had to support everything on her own, she never regretted meeting Tiedan's father, meeting the man who gave her a lifetime of gentleness.

Love might only be a brief companionship, but it could make her remember it forever, warming her for a lifetime.

"How beautiful love is," Zhang Jia sighed, as if she had remembered something.

"Wait, Comrade Zhang Jia, you have a problem." An Yinan looked at Zhang Jia, at that happy expression, then stretched out her hands and began the tickle technique, "What is it that hasn't been reported? Are you going to say it or not?"

Zhang Jia laughed until tears came, shouting, "I'll say it, I'll say it, I'll say it."

The sisters laughed together in a heap.

"Doctor Liu, you... have returned?"

When Liu Er Ya went to work, she pushed open the door and saw a man there fiddling with flower arrangements; the previously unsightly arrangements were now ordered by height, looking much more pleasing to the eye.

"Mm."

Liu Er Ya nodded, neither driving him away nor saying anything.

Not resisting, but...

Let everything be left to time.

The international competition for Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western medicine began; she rushed to a foreign land, surrounded by people from medical families and international surgical experts, yet her Silver Needle still made its international debut.

In the international competition, there was no distinction between Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western medicine; as long as one could cure the illness, that was all that mattered.

It was a battlefield without smoke, and she fought on behalf of Huaxia.

"Doctor Liu, good luck." One by one, the doctors who had already been eliminated cheered her on at this moment.

Yun Zhi looked at her, "You can do it. In you, I can always see the shadow of Nan Nan. Doctor Liu, good luck."

Liu Er Ya nodded and looked around; after two months of competition, only two people from Huaxia remained: one was her, and the other was Yun Zhi.

Yun Zhi's Surgical Knife skills were superb, and his treatment plans always made the judges' panel gasp in secret.

However...

She was not bad either; she was a disciple of Elder Feng, she was a student of An Yinan, how could she be bad?

"Thank you." She nodded and then walked out; that face with a constant smile and that set of Silver Needle Technique, in the eyes of the foreigners, seemed like nothing more than dried grass, yet they created miracle after miracle.

"Congratulations." On the podium, Yun Zhi nodded affirmatively to Liu Er Ya.

And in the position of the bronze medal stood an Eastern girl; from beginning to end, she had a faint smile on her face, as if nothing could make her anxious.

"Thank you." She remained the same, standing on the international podium, representing Huaxia's Traditional Chinese Medicine, having reached an unprecedented step.

In the medical world, many people remembered this girl from Huaxia, Liu Er Ya.

"Congratulations." When she got off the plane, the man had fresh flowers in his hands, but they were different.

Instead, he was holding a vase with flowers he had arranged inside.

"Thank you."

This time, she did not ignore him, nor did she walk straight past, but took the vase with both hands, "Compared to something flashy, I prefer the practicality of a vase."

Compared to a bouquet, she preferred a vase.

"I have remembered it." The man was somewhat pleasantly surprised, with even more smiles.

He remembered...

"I have family to support, I have younger siblings to provide for; they are not my burden, but are one with me."

"I don't need you to support me, nor do I need you to provide for me, but do not stop me."

She was a person who liked to be frank; everything had to be said upfront.

"Okay."

The man nodded, looking at the girl sitting beside him, smiling gently as he nodded.

"You know my work, I love my work, and no matter what time it is, I will never give up my work."

Having said this, she raised her head, "I have said it before, the bodies I see are not just yours, but will be thousands more in the future; if you mind that, then leave now."

"Regarding medical skills, I will never compromise."

The man was silent for a moment; Liu Er Ya did not urge him, only curled the corners of her lips. She had long expected him to refuse, and when this moment arrived, there were still some ripples in her heart.

"How many you have seen, I do not know."

A long time later, the man spoke, "But I know, I have only let you see me, you must take responsibility..."

She had cured him.

And he had long since fallen in love with her.

Responsibility was just an excuse, for he wanted to accompany her, miss her, take care of her, wanted to...