Chapter 70: Document No. 70: Commendation 1

Stopping the bleeding timely was more important than anything else.

The old man didn’t understand medical jargon, but he knew what it meant to have a close call with death. As he was being lifted onto the stretcher, he looked around at the people nearby and asked, “Who saved me?”

The common people don’t care about the specifics, as long as they remember who their lifesaver was.

At this point, Doctor Zhang lowered his head and slipped away while Ren Chongda and the others were distracted.

“Old man, let’s get to the hospital first,” the emergency department doctor soothed the old man before walking over to check on the man who had collapsed. He asked Cao Yong, “A head injury, will you be performing the surgery on him?”

“I’m not on duty in neurosurgery today,” Cao Yong answered.

Handsome Cao would never take work from someone else’s shift. The injured were all taken away by the emergency department. Cao Yong took the mineral water handed to him by a colleague, opened the cap, and rinsed Xie Wanying’s bloodstained hands, so as not to frighten people on the way.

As a surgeon, Handsome Cao’s fingers were delicate and tender, gently pouring water over someone’s hands now.

In the hazy night, this image of Handsome Cao was mesmerizing.

Zhang Xiaohui and two other female students watched, their hearts racing.

“Thank you, Teacher,” Xie Wanying sincerely expressed her gratitude.

Cao Yong threw away the empty bottle and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to her, “Wipe your face.”

Was there blood on her face too? Xie Wanying took his handkerchief and wiped her face.

“Also, call me ‘senior brother,’” Cao Yong told her.

Zhang Xiaohui and the two other girls felt a twinge in their hearts—the three of them had eagerly wanted to call him ‘senior brother’ but were rejected—

“So boring!” one of the girls stamped her foot and cursed.

Zhang Xiaohui’s face darkened, and she turned to walk away. Seeing this, the other two girls followed, occasionally glancing back to imprint Xie Wanying’s face firmly in their minds.

Wasn’t it the same whether she called him ‘Teacher’ or ‘senior brother’? Xie Wanying didn’t ponder this question too much but remembered distinctly that she had to wash and return the handkerchief lent to her for wiping her face.

Having regained some strength, Xie Wanying stood up with her backpack and followed the three teachers to the restaurant first, where she used their washbasin to wash her hands and face, and also borrowed soap to scrub someone’s handkerchief clean.

Cao Yong and the other two went back to sit down at the dining table.

The dishes and rice had cooled, so they asked the waiter to reheat them.

Ren Chongda glanced at Yue Wentong standing beside him and instructed, “Escort her back to the girls’ dormitory later.”

“Yes, Teacher Ren,” Yue Wentong replied, his voice a bit weak. He didn’t know what to say next, considering his poor performance that night had embarrassed the counselor.

Noticing the class leader’s mood, Ren Chongda said, “The path of medicine is long.”

Medicine isn’t about scoring ninety or a hundred points at the start and then definitely being able to do something. The path of medicine is long and arduous; every day is a new test, without end, without a definitive ‘best’.

“Be a doctor, and as long as you can save one patient each time, you win,” Zhu Huicang continued his old classmate’s thought.

Yue Wentong felt even more awkward upon hearing the underlying message from the two teachers, in that he was actually comparing himself with Xie Wanying in terms of winning and losing.

As a doctor, having a calm mind is more important than anything.

“Senior brother,” Xie Wanying came out after washing the handkerchief, offering the wrung-out handkerchief back, “It’s clean now, but I didn’t manage to dry it in time for you. How about I take it back to the dormitory balcony to air dry?”

“Alright, take it back to dry,” Cao Yong said.

Xie Wanying was taken aback—Ah, wasn’t Handsome Cao in a hurry to get his handkerchief back?