Bai Yu stared at the shocked Mu Lian and decisively put down the phone.

Who said that? Bai Yu does everything himself. He is the first one to rush forward. It feels great to be on duty with him and not have to worry about anything.

What was he thinking? Why was he so decisive in putting it in front of her? What happened to his promise to do it himself? Why did he lose his composure in front of her?

Thank you, but it's really not necessary. I just ask him to maintain his hands-on image.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Mulian's shoulder, interrupting her attempt to attack Baiyu.

Mulian turned her head and her mood instantly fell to the bottom.

Chen Yu returned from the meeting and immediately gave the order, "Prescribe Estazolam for bed 7."

Mulian prescribed the medicine directly on the computer. At this moment, a seriously ill patient was sent up from the emergency room.

Lin Xi ran in, her face ecstatic, like a peacock spreading its feathers, and stood close to Bai Yu, "I have something big to tell you, it's super explosive."

It gradually attracted the attention of the entire department. Everyone looked at Lin Xi. Hospital life itself was busy and boring, and this big melon was bound to attract people's attention.

Only Bai Yu had a calm expression. He raised his slightly furrowed eyebrows slightly, his eyes were deep and unfocused, as if he was thinking.

Chen Yu came over and put his hand on Lin Xi's shoulder. "Sister Lin, what's the big news? Stop teasing everyone."

Lin Xi: "This guy who's seriously ill in the emergency room, I heard, is in his 70s and married a woman in her 40s. They even have a son. I heard the old man has two sons and a daughter at home, but they don't care about him anyway. Also, this old man has no money and no house, but the woman in her 40s has a house. I can't believe she would fall for an old man."

Chen Yu touched his chin and sighed, "He's still able to give birth to a son in his 70s. His health is better than mine when he works the night shift. This man has some skills."

Shi Zhu: "It's really hard to understand. How could he find someone so old when he's in his 40s? He doesn't even have a car or a house. Aren't women these days picky?"

After saying the last sentence, Shizhu looked at Mulian.

Mulian: "Why are you looking at me?"

Shizhu said in a rather annoying tone, "We're both women, let's see if you have the answer."

Mulian shook her head, feeling very sorry. She was so in love that she had no brains. She was so disappointed that she had to look at someone's face for nothing. If she had used this energy on work, it would have been very easy to support herself. "Auntie, are you a natural-born sharing type? Do you like to wait on people? It's all because you didn't apply to be a nurse when you were young. Being a caregiver now is not bad either. 200-300 per person a day, you can take care of four or five people a month, and your monthly income is as high as W."

Dabing's eyes lit up and he counted on his fingers very seriously. He suddenly felt that being a caregiver was not bad, with high salary and little work.

Bai Yu had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes behind the mask were calm.

When Lin Xi heard the word "nurse", her eyes were filled with dissatisfaction, and she looked like she wanted to kill Mulian with a knife. What kind of metaphor was this? It sounded as if nurses were lowly, like maids, which made people unhappy.

But with her lover right in front of her, she had to maintain her gentle, charming and generous image and hold back the swear words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Chen Yu: "No, I want to go see the man who is still vigorous."

As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, he left and the director came in. He saw a group of people discussing why a 40-year-old woman chose a 70-year-old man. It made people very curious. I only heard that young women marry old men for wealth, but I have never heard of rich women marrying poor old men.

The director's face was faintly furious, his arms crossed over his chest, and he roared, "Bai Yu, during working hours, you're not treating patients, but chatting about their private matters, acting so carefree. Is this how you act as a doctor? You're corrupting these interns and residents, and when patients see you, they'll say our department's medical ethics are not right. Why don't you just go and see the emergency patients? Why are you sitting here? The patients will get better on their own? Why do we need you?"

Normally, whoever is on duty will admit the patients. Today, Chen Yu was on duty, and Bai Yu was inexplicably criticized.

Bai Yu was suddenly bombarded by the director, and his mind became more confused. He explained, "It's not my turn today. It's ~."

Before he could finish, the director, looking as if he didn't want to hear any excuses, said, "You won't admit patients if it's not your turn, right? As a doctor, don't you care if they're not your patients? You don't care even if you see them? Is this the kind of doctor you said you wanted to be during your interview? If you couldn't do it in the first place, don't make such boasts. Why don't you go and admit patients?"

Da Bing whispered in Mulian's ear, "This old witch is really looking for trouble. She's in menopause and she's just lying in her coffin to rest."

Mulian grinned. It was just like the saying goes, "Feng Shui turns around." Originally, she was supposed to take this patient, but now the director had said that the patient's medical record should be written by Da Bing. It seemed that the director wasn't so annoying anymore.

Bai Yu immediately stood up and went to pick up the patient at a leisurely pace.

Everyone immediately dispersed quickly to avoid being angered by the director.

As soon as Chen Yu saw Mu Lian coming out, he immediately waved to her.

Mulian rolled her eyes. Is she a dog? Is she going to run over just by waving? These older doctors really don't respect people. It makes me angry.

Chen Yu: "Ah Lian, come over for a consultation."

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he walked towards the doctor's office.

Mulian was exhausted. She was about to get off the night shift, yet she was still asked to work overtime to admit patients. What kind of patients were they? "The director said, Senior Brother Baiyu will admit them."

"Oh~, then Bai Yu will take it."

Bai Yu looked at the old man thoughtfully. He had sparse hair, slightly yellow eyes, a sallow complexion, and a yellow body. He looked like a withered tree trunk, skinny and with scattered bruises all over his body. His head, face, and distal limbs were slightly swollen. The initial judgment was that this person had liver damage or bile problems, and might have combined systemic circulation disorders.

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