Upon hearing the familyâs request, everyoneâs eyes involuntarily fell on Xie Wanying.
Nie Jiamin and Fu Xinheng both thought that instead of asking Cao Yong directly, it would be better for her to talk to Cao Yong and get approval.
The teachersâ eyes turned to her, and Xie Wanying thought that making phone calls was a small task that didnât require the teachersâ involvement; it was something the students should do. It was too late tonight, so she decided to record Mr. Liuâs phone number and help the family contact Senior Cao tomorrow.
After finishing supper, Chang Jiawei considered taking the opportunity to chat more with Student Xie, but the department suddenly received a phone call, so he had to give up. As he walked away, he glanced back to see her heading toward the ward.
Before returning to school, Xie Wanying kept it in her mind to check on the condition of the child after the rescue; otherwise, she wouldnât be able to feel at ease.
The childâs complexion gradually turned rosy, and their hands and feet were no longer as cold as ice. Such obvious improvement was due to Teacher Nieâs efforts, Teacher Huâs utmost dedication, and the great maternal love and sacrifice injected into the childâs life by the babyâs mother. This scene could truly comfort everyone.
The cold wave had not weakened. Winter in the North is long, unlike in The South, where the cold lasts only for a month.
Snow fell again in the morning, and itâs said the closer it gets to spring, the colder the weather will become.
Afraid of waking up Senior Cao too early, Xie Wanying sent him a text message while washing her face and brushing her teeth, waiting for him to reply after waking up.
Unexpectedly, Senior Cao woke up earlier than her and was already out.
Beep beep. Cao Yong quickly typed a reply to her, saying: Iâm at the hospital staff dormitory, you donât need to buy breakfast to come over. I bought breakfast for senior fellow student Li and the others, and thereâs some left over; letâs eat together.
Just in time to visit senior fellow student Li, whoâs about to give birth, Xie Wanying got dressed and left the school dormitory.
Inside the room, Li Xiaobing and Zhu Huicang surrounded the small dining table, eating meat buns and drinking soy milk.
Cao Yong, who bought their breakfast, didnât eat and walked to the window with his phone.
"Did you receive any notice?" Zhu Huicang straightened up and asked him, "Is anyone coming?"
"You question who heâs waiting to see," Li Xiaobing remarked that her husbandâs excessive humor makes him appear insensitive, saying, "He can only be waiting to see one person in this state."
With the coupleâs teasing, Cao Yong remained expressionless, thinking it was insane to buy breakfast for these two guys.
Truth be told, he rushed over here early in the morning because this couple hadnât fully woken up yet. They phoned him claiming to smell gas and warned of a possible leak in the house, causing him to drive hurriedly from his distant home. Upon arrival, he found the kitchenâs foul odor wasnât gas, but the smell coming from their uncleared trash bin.
Not every doctor is a clean freak, something surprisingly counterintuitive to outsiders. Some doctors are laid-back at home, leaning towards laziness. The hospital is stressful, and without relaxing at home, theyâll be crushed by the pressure.
"If we keep teasing him, he wonât be happy," Li Xiaobing winked at her husband; itâs best if we know when to stop.
Zhu Huicang couldnât hold his tongue and exclaimed, talking about the time he pursued his wife: "Did we say anything wrong? While chasing you back then, I never fought a guerrilla war. I was always upfront about my feelings; why act all coy upstairs in front of others, pretending to be shy like a little girl."