At two o'clock in the morning, Shizhu finished his work and went to the lounge to sleep, leaving only Mulian and Baiyu quietly typing on the computer.

Mulian has almost finished her work and can't work any more. So let it be. Any deduction of money will be made on Chen Yu's part.

Mu Lian got up and went to the nurse's station to leave her phone number. Lin Xi would call her if there was anything in the evening, and then went to the bathroom next door to wash up.

After Bai Yu finished his work, he stretched and was too sleepy to open his eyes. He went to the lounge next door in a daze. With the help of the faint moonlight, he saw that the two lower bunks next to him were occupied. Only the lower bunk near the door was left with the quilt folded neatly. He got into the quilt and fell asleep.

Mulian was halfway through washing up when she immediately received a call from Lin Xi, "Bed 52 is hurting."

After a brief sentence, he hung up immediately.

Cancer pain is most intense at night, making people feel like they are dying, especially at three or four in the morning. As long as it is past six o'clock and the sky gradually gets light, they can feel better and fall asleep.

Mulian sighed and looked at the lounge with envy. It was so cold and she wanted to sleep so much. She dragged her tired body to see bed 52.

Bed 52 is for lung cancer. Before I even walked in, I heard the patient coughing non-stop.

The patient's family was very panicked. When they saw Mulian's white coat, they felt like they had found a life-saving straw and grabbed Mulian's hand, "Doctor, doctor, come and see, he's vomiting blood."

"What should I do, doctor? Why is this happening?"

"I was fine this morning, but I don't know why I started coughing violently this evening."

"What should we do now? He can't sleep like this."

"He hasn't had a rest for several days. I'm scared. What should I do?"

Mulian was vexed. This was completely beyond her knowledge. Who knew why? She knew how to treat the symptoms, but why was this happening? She had no idea. The night doctor didn't bother explaining the condition, only dealing with emergencies. He prescribed cough suppressants for coughs, sleeping pills for insomnia, and painkillers for pain.

Mulian was vague, "Lung cancer is always like this. If he feels uncomfortable, just prescribe some medicine."

The patient's family was filled with gratitude. As they walked Mulian out of the ward, they said, "Thank you, doctor, for disturbing your rest so late. Go back and rest."

Mulian looked at the patient's family and felt very guilty.

It was easy to say, and she went back to get the medicine. With Lin Xi's personality, she didn't have to guess, she would definitely be asked to go downstairs to get the medicine. By the time she brought the medicine back, another half an hour had passed.

At 2:40, Mulian was exhausted and dragged her zombie-like body towards the lounge. Before she reached the door, the phone rang.

Mulian glanced at the caller ID and felt a sudden surge of anger in her stomach.

"Bed 12, it hurts."