Chapter 116 Hua Tuo Reborn, Miraculous Healing
The sound was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
The people who had been scattered along both sides of the corridor suddenly swarmed around, their faces beaming with gratitude and eagerness, shouting all at once:
"Dr. Huang, we've been waiting for you!"
"My savior! Thank you for saving my child!"
"Dr. Huang, this is a small token of our family's appreciation..."
In an instant, seven or eight bright red banners were unfurled in front of Huang Ya—
"Hua Tuo reborn, his miraculous hands bring the dead back to life," "A descendant of Bian Que, his medical skills are superb," "Benevolent heart and skillful hands, medicine cures all diseases"...
The golden lettering shone brightly under the incandescent light.
The crowd surrounded Huang Yatuan, and words of gratitude almost overwhelmed him.
Shen Wanjun asked Song Juan in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Song Juan felt proud and said, "The Western medicine that Dr. Huang applied for cured the children's illnesses."
We had been using traditional Chinese medicine for treatment, but the results were not good, and the children's condition was getting worse.
The Western medicine was delivered, and within three days, the children's fevers subsided. By now, half of them have been discharged from the hospital.
Shen Wanjun pouted, feeling indignant on Huang Yaming's behalf: "Then the hospital suspended Huang Yaming from his job. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"
Receiving a pile of banners of appreciation, yet being suspended from duty—this whole affair seems increasingly absurd.
Although Shen Wanjun spoke softly, she was still heard by someone with sharp ears.
"What? Dr. Huang has been suspended?"
"Oh dear, no wonder I haven't seen him these past few days."
"Why was he suspended? What are the hospital leaders doing? How could such a good doctor be suspended?"
The crowd erupted in uproar, indignant on Huang Yaming's behalf, with some shouting that they would go find the dean.
Some people threatened to write a letter of complaint and appeal to the central government.
Someone held Huang Ya's hand and cried uncontrollably.
The hospital was in complete chaos, and the hospital director had to call in the security department to maintain order.
Tang Renyi rushed over and stood on the high steps to give everyone a guarantee.
"Regarding Dr. Huang Ya's suspension, our hospital will give everyone an explanation as soon as possible."
"Huang Ya, don't worry, the organization hasn't forgotten you."
Huang Ya shrugged: "I'm not in a hurry."
He's really not in a hurry; it doesn't matter whether he goes to work or not, since he doesn't have a strong desire to make money.
My salary is enough to live on, and I've even saved quite a bit.
Tang Renyi cast a sympathetic glance at him. How could he not be anxious without a job?
He was certain that Huang Ya was just making sarcastic remarks; he must be incredibly anxious inside, but he was just putting on a brave face.
Huang Ya disliked being pitied and was about to retort when Tang Renyi said directly, "Come to my office in a little while."
"Let's talk about it another day, I have something to do."
Huang Ya showed no respect and turned to leave.
Tang Renyi's face twisted with anger; this brat really deserved a beating.
Song Juan chased after him and asked, "Dr. Huang, are you... are you sick?"
The usually gentle person suddenly started cursing: "Dean Tang is looking for you, and you're not going? You think you're so great?"
Tang Renyi was clearly giving Huang Ya a way out; as long as he went, he would definitely be able to go to work normally tomorrow.
Song Juan was exasperated: "Are you going against money, or are you going against yourself?"
Why would someone give up a perfectly good job?
Huang Ya didn't care about the job that many people would kill for.
Seeing that the two were about to argue, Shen Wanjun quickly spoke up for Huang Ya: "Dr. Huang, he must really have something important to do, right?"
Huang Ya nodded, and Shen Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief.
"What could be more important than work?" Song Juan asked.
Huang Ya scratched the back of his head: "Does cooking count?"
"Cook?"
"Yes, I'm making sweet and sour pork for lunch today. I've prepared all the ingredients."
There's one more thing Huang Ya didn't mention: he secretly sought out Dang Xianghong to become her apprentice, all for the sake of dazzling everyone today.
Song Zhan asked, "Can you make sweet and sour pork?"
It wasn't that he looked down on Huang Ya, but he wouldn't dare to try even a fancy dish like sweet and sour pork.
Well, he just looked down on Huang Ya a little.
How can someone who came later surpass him in cooking skills?
Song Zhan silently expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Just you wait and see," Huang Ya said smugly.
Song Juan was at her wits' end: "Both of you shut up."
Is now the time to talk about cooking?
"Dr. Huang, there's no need to rush to cook. You can cook after get off work."
Huang Ya: "I'm so tired from work, I don't have the energy to do anything else."
Song Juan gritted her teeth, "So, are you still planning to go to work? You're not even going to do such a glorious thing as saving lives?"
Huang Ya thought for a moment and said, "I definitely have to go to work, but it's okay to be a few days late."
People can't be without work, not so much to make money, but mainly to find something to do.
Song Juan sighed deeply, "Okay, I'll go to work now."
She had no other options, so this was the best she could do for now.
At noon, Huang Ya indeed made a large bowl of sweet and sour pork.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
Song Zhan took a bite, and exclaimed, "Delicious, so delicious!"
But he wouldn't admit it, only saying, "It's just so-so."
Dang Xianghong was also invited to dinner, and she praised, "Dr. Huang, you've graduated!"
Song Zhan keenly sensed something was amiss. "Comrade Dang, what do you mean by that?"
"Oh, you don't know? Dr. Huang comes to me every day to ask me to teach him how to cook."
Song Zhan said "Oh," and thought, "Damn it, no wonder Huang Ya has improved so much recently and even surpassed me."
He thought Huang Yazhen had some talent for cooking, but it turns out the kid had secretly found outside help.
Poor Song Zhan was still researching it on his own, and he felt like he had been tricked. He was very upset.
Shen Wanjun couldn't stop eating: "Dr. Huang, you are simply a chosen one when it comes to cooking."
"No, you seem to be good at everything, you're really amazing."
Song Zhan looked as aggrieved as a wronged wife, and asked plaintively, "Wife, what about me?"
Isn't he amazing?
Shen Wanjun remained impartial, saying, "You've also made rapid progress."
She doesn't like cooking, but she's happy to see the two of them vying to cook delicious food to please her.
Song Zhan was sullen. His wife hadn't given him a direct answer about how good he was, which meant he wasn't quite up to par.
No, he needs to work harder.
After losing to Huang Ya in cooking, Song Zhan secretly planned to win back his losses in other areas.
That evening, after washing up and lying in bed, Song Zhan rolled over, wrapped his arms around Shen Wanjun, rubbed his chin against her hair, and spoke in a muffled voice with a hint of ingratiation.
"Honey, I've almost mastered the techniques for promoting lactation."
Shen Wanjun was a little sleepy. Hearing this, she couldn't help but chuckle. She raised her hand and casually touched his rugged cheek, as if coaxing a big child.
"I know, our Battalion Commander Song is the most diligent. But the baby is still in your belly. You might learn it now, but you might forget it later. What's the rush?"
"That won't work. Technical skills require a lot of practice to develop muscle memory."
Song Zhan refused, gently shaking her, his tone serious.
"Honey, lie down and let me try out the technique and get a feel for it."
"ah?"
Shen Wanjun sat up slightly in surprise and looked at him in the dim light of the night lamp.
"Now? This...this isn't the time yet, what's the point of trying?"
Her face flushed slightly; she felt the suggestion was rather absurd.
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