Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s

Chapter 61: Emergency Care for Trauma 1

Xie Wanying arrived at the outpatient department of the hospital, where only a few consultation rooms were open for the night clinic. The corridor on the second floor was dark and almost deserted, with a row of IC card phones at the end. She quickly seized the opportunity to call home while no one was around.

Sun Rongfang had returned home, and upon receiving a call from her daughter that evening, she said happily, “I was just about to call you. I talked to your maternal aunt when I got home and told her about how you helped someone on the train. She said that when the time comes, she’ll have your cousin who is studying at Zhongshan Medical University get in touch with you. I said that’s good, considering you need someone to guide you.”

Had Zhou Ruomei’s attitude changed? Had she recognized the reality and was preparing to concede?

Xie Wanying wasn’t as optimistic as her mother thought.

“Mom, get some rest at home and don’t worry about me.” What Xie Wanying most wanted to tell her mother was that last sentence; she didn’t want her mother to worry about her all day long.

“I know you’ll study hard. But, Mom wants to say what your maternal aunt mentioned isn’t wrong. You can date while at university if you have time. Otherwise, it’ll be hard to find a match after eight years because you’ll be older.”

She had known all along that it was unlikely for Zhou Ruomei to give up. It was obvious she knew how demanding medical studies are, and yet she brought up this topic right at the start of the semester.

After finishing her words, Sun Rongfang thought of another person’s advice and said, “Of course, your grandpa says that it’s most important for you to study well first, and everything else is not a problem.”

Her grandpa, who had truly been educated, was different. Xie Wanying felt touched; having such an elderly person in the family who could understand the feelings of young people was not easy.

Afterwards, Xie Wanying told her mother not to call her; she would regularly call home to report on her status. Sun Rongfang hung up the phone feeling reassured that her daughter was so sensible.

Having finished the task of calling home, Xie Wanying turned around and remembered the scene of meeting with the three teachers that evening.

She could feel it; Zhu Huicang looked at her with the same skepticism as Ren Chongda, always questioning whether she, a girl, could become a good doctor. If he knew she would choose cardiothoracic surgery, Zhu Huicang might be the first to oppose it outright.

She could only let her strength speak for itself.

On the way back to school, thinking about Zhao Zhaowei’s mention of the hospital’s special convenience store that sold medical equipment and materials, Xie Wanying hurried over to find it.

Thanks to the directions provided by Zhao Zhaowei, the store wasn’t hard to find. At night, there were hardly any customers. Xie Wanying stood alone at the counter, picking out needle holders, forceps, and other instruments. With these, she could start learning how to tie surgical knots in the dormitory. @@novelbin@@

She was so engrossed in her selection that she didn’t notice someone had been standing nearby, quietly watching her. When she looked up, she was suddenly face to face with someone who looked familiar.

The person, caught by her gaze, quickly turned away, leaving a glimpse of a handsome and somewhat frosty male profile.

“What would you like to buy?” the shop owner asked the young man.

“I’d like to buy—”

That deep voice with a sultry undertone made Xie Wanying recall the phone call from the night before. She asked, “Are you Monitor Yue?”

Zhao Zhaowei had said that the person who notified the class about the meeting last night was their temporary class leader, Yue Wentong.

Being named, Yue Wentong could only nod in acknowledgement.

Both of them looked at the items they were buying, and their choices were strikingly similar, consisting of needle holders and other instruments for learning basic surgical skills. The difference was that Yue Wentong was buying more than she was, clearly not as concerned about saving money as she was.

Another customer came in, this time a big one. A skinny little man approached. The shop owner greeted him warmly, “Doctor Zhang, hello, hello.”