Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s
Chapter 1172: [1172] Hand over to the neurosurgery department

Chapter 1172: [1172] Hand over to the neurosurgery department

"What’s the situation in the ICU now?" Zhao Zhaowei probed to see if the higher-ups had arrived.

Xie Wanying shook her head.

Her reaction seemed indifferent to whether the leadership from Guo Zhi Hospital would show up or not. Zhao Zhaowei exchanged glances with the other two classmates. "Yingying probably doesn’t like the cardiothoracic surgery department."

If she did like it, she would surely be as on edge as they were about Director Liang’s possible arrival.

Xie Wanying had no idea what her classmates were thinking. After ending her phone call, she prepared to check Teacher Lu’s pupils again, assessing whether his consciousness was returning or if there were neurological changes. Every five minutes, she performed a neurological reflex check on the patient.

Senior Tao and Teacher Tan, as the chief surgeons, were exhausted from the major operation and needed to catch a quick nap. Doctor Song, after running around to fetch the pacemaker, was utterly wiped out and had slumped into a chair to rest completely.

In comparison, she was the one who still had energy to spare and could continue working.

Sitting on a stool, Song Xueling found himself being pestered by Zhang Shuping.

"Senior Brother, my uncle told me to check some medical books. What kind of book do you think would help with my grandmother’s condition?"

Are you a university student or a baby? Do you need to ask someone what medical books to read? Song Xueling’s lazy eyes glanced at the "kid" in front of him. If this person weren’t a patient’s family member who might need comforting, he would have already kicked this junior off to the Arctic Ocean to toughen up and become independent.

Outside, two people were making their way to Teacher Lu’s hospital room—Cao Yong and Huang Zhilei. With one glance, both could see the exasperated yet forcibly restrained expression on Song Xueling’s face.

Huang Zhilei adjusted his glasses at this sight, remembering how their little junior said this "Beidu Talented Scholar" had warmth to him. For once, there seemed to be some truth in it. Look at this proud and aloof fellow, treating a patient’s family member with a modicum of bedside manner without driving them away. Their little junior had sharp judgment and was as accurate as Senior Cao in reading people.

Hearing footsteps, Song Xueling turned his head. When he saw it was Cao Yong, his posture unconsciously straightened.

Cao Yong walked straight to the patient’s bedside, standing behind Xie Wanying. He extended a hand and gently massaged the back of her neck.

He was worried. Previously, he had entered the operating room twice to specifically gauge her stress levels. Reportedly, she had remained calm and performed well during the critical rescue moments. This only made him more anxious, fearing she might suddenly faint like last time.

"Senior Cao, you’re here," Xie Wanying said, turning to prepare her report on the patient’s condition.

"Go outside, take a seat, and have some lunch," Cao Yong told her. "Senior Brother Huang is here to take over."

Huang Zhilei made a gesture toward their little junior: You can leave the task of monitoring the patient’s condition to this neurosurgery expert.

When it came to neurosurgical matters, she definitely couldn’t match her two senior brothers’ expertise. Xie Wanying handed over the task willingly.

Coincidentally, her junior had finished bringing her lunch and delivered the lunchbox to her. Xie Wanying sat in the ICU doctor’s office with Song Xueling to eat lunch together.

Zhao Zhaowei and the others sneaked in, only to find that Director Liang had not arrived at the ICU yet. They sat beside her to chat for a while.

"Yingying, do you like General Surgery Department Two?" Since she seemed uninterested in Guo Zhi Hospital, Li Qi’an was convinced she would end up working with Teacher Tan in the future.

Xie Wanying blinked, thinking about how well she had concealed her feelings, yet not a single classmate realized she had always been eyeing cardiothoracic surgery.

"Isn’t that right?" The classmates tried hard to read her hidden thoughts from her face.

While eating, Song Xueling occasionally shot side glances at her expression: You like neurosurgery just like me, don’t you? I know how close you are with Senior Cao. If it weren’t neurosurgery, how could you and Senior Cao get along so well?