Mulian blinked her eyes and looked at the patient in her teacher's care. She and Chen Paopi were each doing their own thing. She didn't know what the patient's condition was. She had even rarely visited the ward. Often, she only saw the patient once from admission to discharge. She saw him once on the day of asking for medical history and admission. She simply said something that made everyone laugh.

Mulian said to the old lady, "Grandma, the director wants you to explain your illness."

Immediately, a group of people in white coats started laughing secretly. Shizhu, standing next to Mulian, secretly gave a thumbs-up and said to Mulian in a low voice mixed with laughter: "Awesome."

Mu Lian raised her head and glanced out of the corner of her eye, inadvertently seeing the fine lines at the corners of Bai Yu's dead face, and a soft light in his eyes. Even with a mask on, one could tell that this person was smiling.

Laughing? This person actually laughed during such a serious matter as ward rounds? The person who was criticized and silent just a second ago actually laughed?

Mulian was shocked. Although Baiyu was gentle and coaxing to patients, he wore a mask every day in the hospital. His expression remained unchanged, only his brows were furrowed. Furthermore, he stayed in the hospital from morning till night, his skin was so pale that it looked like a dead person. It was hard to get a good impression of him.

The director seemed to have his authority violated. His face was blacker than coal. He stared at Mulian intently, sarcastically saying, "You idiot, what kind of doctor are you? You can't even report a patient's history. What's the point?"

The old lady looked at the smiling eyes of the group of people, the director's cold tone, and was very nervous. He spoke stutteringly and incoherently.

"I, I, I, uh, one day, um, I noticed that my milk turned very yellow~."

Bai Yu gently held the old woman's hand and interrupted her, "Grandma, let me tell you, okay?"

The old lady seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. She held Bai Yu's hands tightly with both hands, her eyes full of gratitude, but she didn't know how to express it.

Bai Yu patted the back of the old lady's hand twice to comfort her and tell her not to be nervous. Then he stood up, his eyes firm, and spoke slowly, "The patient had breast ca. A year ago, she was diagnosed with orange peel-like changes in her breasts and came to our hospital for treatment. She received eight cycles of chemotherapy at another hospital. During the treatment, the primary lesion gradually shrank, but the supraclavicular lymph nodes did not shrink significantly. After the chemotherapy cycle, she received one course of radiotherapy to the lymph nodes and right chest..."

Everyone was attracted by Bai Yu's words and marveled at Bai Yu's superb memory. He knew the condition of every patient clearly, which was really not easy.

Only Mulian was drawn to Bai Yu's grip on the old woman's hands. Wasn't he telling her to protect herself? Didn't hand sanitizer simply mean that the patient was covered in germs? Why did she still hold them? The risk of infection was high. If the paper accidentally scratched a wound and caused bleeding, and then stained it with the patient's sweat and fluids, infectious diseases could be transmitted.

The director looked even more unhappy and kept a close eye on Bai Yu's movements.

Mulian's second reaction was a bit of surprise. How could Teacher Baiyu know more about her teacher's patients than she did? It was true to what the interns and trainees had said about Teacher Baiyu: he was hands-on and extremely responsible towards his patients.

But he was out of place in this oncology department. The director regarded him as a thorn in his side and always assigned him some seriously ill patients. He also deliberately assigned him a lot of miscellaneous and thankless work, such as various statistics, arranging duty rosters, etc.

The director squeezed the flesh on her face, but there was not a single wrinkle around her eyes. The 51-year-old woman, who had undergone numerous cosmetic surgeries, was as delicate and kind as she could be, but she accused Bai Yu of meddling in her affairs. "Have you finished the medical records for tomorrow's discharge?"

Bai Yu subconsciously frowned, looking distressed, and shook his head, no longer having the confident and talkative look he had just had.

The director looked at Bai Yu, who was instantly dejected, and immediately became complacent like a peacock. He criticized Bai Yu in front of everyone, "You don't do your job. What are you busy with all day? Just take care of your own patients."

Bai Yu lowered his head and remained silent.

The atmosphere in the air was a bit solemn, and the sound of each other's breathing was very clear. Everyone wished they were an ostrich at this moment.

The director walked directly to the old lady and reached out to lift up her shirt. The old lady didn't understand what was going on, her eyes were full of panic and she stared at the director blankly.

The director said seriously, "Everyone, come and take a look. It's like an orange peel. Once you see it, you'll understand why it's called orange peel. It will be something you'll never forget."

I didn't say a word to the old lady. It seemed that at this moment, I was no longer a human being, but just an insignificant object. A sick person has lost his dignity.

The old lady lay helplessly on the bed, her eyes wandering. When she met the gazes of the men in white coats, she became even more panicked. She was uncomfortable in the lying position, but she didn't dare to move for fear of hurting the director's hand.

Bai Yu glanced at the director, lowered his head, looked at the old lady with a firm and sincere look, and said to her gently, "Grandma, we need your cooperation now. Give us a lesson on cellulite changes. I hope you can cooperate, okay?"

The old lady nodded helplessly, not quite understanding. It turned out that her clothes were lifted up like this so that the child could learn.

The director's forehead was bulging with veins, and her face flushed red, as if Bai Yu was the good guy and she was the bad guy. She pointed at Bai Yu and said in a loud voice that shook the earth. "This is a teaching hospital. Is there anything wrong with her cooperating with the teaching? Why are you so nosy? Do you know how much time you've wasted on everyone? Because of your meddling, everyone will finish their rounds later and start their own work later, and who knows how much overtime they will have to work..."

After Bai Yu finished speaking to the old lady in a gentle and coaxing tone, he spoke in a hurried tone, fearing that the director would misunderstand him, so he interrupted the director and explained, "Director, that's not what I meant. I..."

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