He was fine before I left in the morning, but when I came back he had a sour face, as if he were some kind of filthy thing.
Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, suddenly losing her appetite: "Where did you go just now?"
Song Hengjue said, "I went to buy food. Why are you asking this?"
"It's nothing. Someone just said they saw you in the OB-GYN department," Yang Qingheng said with a smile. "They must have been mistaken."
"You must have misjudged. What kind of eyesight does your friend have?" Song Hengjue stuffed the last few bites of food into his mouth, his expression showing no sign of guilt.
at night.
Yao Ying kept glancing towards the door.
Yang Qingheng opened the soft sleeper compartment: "You have surgery tomorrow, so go to sleep early tonight."
"Where did Hengjue go?" Yao Ying didn't lie down as instructed, her eyes probing.
Where? In the arms of a woman, of course.
Yang Qingheng was annoyed. Xu Lan had just become pregnant, and the two were currently at the height of their affection, inseparable for even a moment.
She avoided Yao Ying's gaze and bent down to tuck the blanket around her: "We only managed to borrow a soft sleeper, and he has nowhere to sleep here, so I told him to go back first."
"It's kind of you to still care about him." Yao Ying sighed, then obediently lay down so as not to cause her any more trouble.
Since Yao Ying needed brain surgery and was already quite old, her family naturally couldn't let her go. The next morning, Song Hengjue's cousin and his wife brought their elderly father to the hospital.
Upon seeing her younger brother, Yao Ying's face flushed slightly, and she pulled her close, asking after her with concern.
Yang Qingheng looked at the harmonious scene inside and silently closed the door.
She hadn't seen Dr. Chang come over by noon, and her heart sank lower and lower.
After all, it was an important exchange meeting. Dr. Xu said that the participants were all top medical talents in the country. Dr. Chang must have been looking forward to it for a long time. There was no need to waste time on a stranger like her. Yang Qingheng was mentally prepared, but she still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Seeing Yang Qingheng leave, Yao Cheng grabbed his sister's hand, his face dark: "Was it that Yang Qingheng who made you angry? I told you back then that we shouldn't have married such a restless woman, but you wouldn't listen!"
His sister had always been in good health, so it was hard for him not to suspect that wicked woman, Yang Qingheng, when she suddenly fell ill.
Yao Ying glanced at the doorway instinctively and scolded him, "Qing Heng is much better now, she does everything so well, don't make wild guesses about her!"
How heartbroken Qingheng would be if she heard this.
Yao Cheng looked at his son and daughter-in-law with a strange expression.
Li Qiqi nodded: "My cousin's wife has changed for the better a long time ago. Look at my aunt's face. If Yang Qingheng had mistreated her, would she have eaten like this?"
When Yao Cheng looked at her, he saw that although his older sister was sick, she looked to be in good shape and had gained a lot of weight.
I can finally relax.
Yao Ying glared at Li Qiqi with a smile: "You just love teasing me."
At 3 p.m., the time for the surgery was drawing ever closer. Yang Qingheng paced anxiously in the corridor, her limbs feeling weak and her whole body covered in cold sweat.
Unfortunately, Song Hengjue couldn't find anyone at this crucial moment!
How is Mom?
A soft call came from behind, and Yang Qingheng turned around, her teeth clenched in anger: "What could be more important than your own mother's surgery? Song Hengjue, are you out of your mind?!"
Song Hengjue's face darkened, but he didn't argue with her. Soon, a young doctor followed behind him.
"The patient hasn't eaten today, has he?" The doctor, wearing a white coat and silver-rimmed glasses, looked like a cultured man.
But the moment Yang Qingheng saw his face clearly, her face turned deathly pale: "You... are you surnamed Liang?"
Liang Zhibai poked his glasses with his finger: "You know me?"
Of course I know him, how could I not?
He was the one who performed the surgery on her in her past life. Later, she had repeated inflammation and was left with sequelae!
Yang Qingheng's vision blurred, and she almost fainted. She tightly gripped Song Hengjue's hand: "We can't let him perform the surgery on Mom!"
Song Hengjue said strangely, "Yang Qingheng, stop messing around. Dr. Liang is the only doctor we can find who can perform this surgery for us."
"No, Song Hengjue, listen to me..." Yang Qingheng stamped her feet anxiously, but she couldn't come up with a reason.
Could she really say she's lived a whole life? Song Hengjue would probably think she's crazy.
Gritting her teeth, she could only say, "I asked someone to find an old neurologist. Let's wait and see what's going on when he comes."
Song Hengjue pursed his lips, neither agreeing nor immediately refuting.
Liang Zhibai's face darkened instantly: "Since you've already arranged for someone to have the surgery, why are you contacting me? If you don't even have this much trust, then there's no need to do the surgery."
"Dr. Liang, my wife said something unpleasant, please don't be angry." After saying that, she handed him a red envelope.
Dr. Liang's complexion improved slightly, but it was still not good.
The nurse behind him sneered, "Our Dr. Liang is from Beijing, a top student from Beijing Medical University, and a prized student of Professor Mo Bai. Others would love to get an appointment with him. How can your so-called barefoot doctor compare to him?"
She'd seen plenty of these country bumpkins; they knew nothing but loved to point fingers at the hospital, readily believing whatever others said, while ignoring the advice of professionals like herself.
"Fine, since you trust that doctor, let him perform the surgery on your family. A patient came in yesterday, so I'll schedule the time for him." Liang Zhibai waved his hand and left without a second thought.
Song Hengjue was in a dilemma.
Yao Cheng was startled and rushed over to grab Liang Zhibai's arm: "Dr. Liang, don't be angry. Women are just being unreasonable. Please forgive her."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Liang, you look very respectable and must be well-educated. Please don't make a fuss over such a small matter. I apologize on her behalf," Li Qiqi said kindly.
Liang Zhibai's expression softened slightly. He looked coldly at Yang Qingheng and threatened Song Hengjue, "This is the only time I have today. The operating room has been requested. Arrange for the patient to go into the operating room immediately."
"Yes, yes, we'll do whatever Dr. Liang says." Yao Cheng nodded immediately.
Seeing that everyone seemed to believe Liang Zhibai, Yang Qingheng grabbed Song Hengjue's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh without her noticing.
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