Crunch, that half a cookie almost choked him, his always quiet brown eyes suddenly showed a big panic: What happened? Why is someone here?
He saw that Cao Yongâs office door was closed and thought no one was inside, because at this time Cao Yong and his team should be in the operating room.
"Doctor Song." Hearing him cough a few times, Xie Wanying quickly stood up to help him pour a glass of water.
Song Xueling, still in shock, gasping for air, almost dropped the box of cookies he was holding, his gaze continuing to focus on her back: Did Dr. Xie see his desperate and starving appearance?
"Here you go." Xie Wanying handed the cup of water to him.
After taking the cup of water, Song Xueling quickly turned away, took a few sips to calm himself, needing to soothe his state of mind.
So embarrassing, he felt ugly to the point where he didnât know what to say.
While deep in thought, Song Xueling glanced again, spotting Doctor Hu sitting at the far end of the sofa. With one look, he understood: "Her eyesight is gone."
Doctor Hu recognized it was Talented Scholar Song from their medical school coming in, feeling emotional: Compared to Cao Yong, who could be hard to talk to, Song Xueling seemed to truly have communication difficulties.
"Teacher Hu is here seeking treatment from Senior Cao. Senior Cao just went to the operating room. Doctor Song, can you help Teacher Hu get admitted and arrange the examinations?" Xie Wanying said.
Hearing it was Cao Yongâs consent, Song Xueling cautiously asked the patient again: "Are you ready for hospitalization today?"
Some patients canât be admitted to the hospital immediately just because the doctor says so; they need to handle some personal matters first.
Mr. Liu returned from outside, rushed to answer for his wife: "Yes, sheâll be admitted today, Doctor, please help her with the admission paperwork."
Song Xueling searched for his phone to call Cao Yong, probably left it in the bed since he just got up, couldnât find it right away.
Xie Wanying noticed and handed her phone to him.
Song Xueling hesitated, not wanting to embarrass himself further, afraid of being teased by his senior, walked to Cao Yongâs desk and picked up the phone receiver to call the hospitalâs operating room.
Connected with Cao Yong who was performing surgery, Song Xueling reported the situation.
"Has the patient agreed?" Huang Zhilei helped Cao Yong confirm, knowing this patient is a colleague and easy to persuade, "Did you convince her? Of course, sheâs your teacher from over there, she probably trusts you."
"No." Song Xueling denied, "She agreed when I arrived. Only Dr. Xie was here."
He wouldnât dare to take credit for Dr. Xieâs efforts.
Huang Zhilei clicked his tongue at his words, half teasing, half praising the young junior: "So, itâs all Yingyingâs work. What were you doing? Sleeping until now, youâre just a pig."
"If I am a pig, then the senior is also a pig." Song Xueling instantly countered. When it comes to sleeping, young doctors are the busiest, everyone takes the chance to snore and snooze.
"Ask the patient." Cao Yong interrupted, putting a halt to this meaningless bickering from two immature juniors, "Does the patient have any other concerns?"
Upon hearing Senior Caoâs inquiry, Xie Wanying said: "Teacher Hu understands your treatment plan, there shouldnât be any major issues."
What he was talking about, it seemed like he said something yet didnât say anything. Cao Yong wondered a bit.
"Iâve used the diagram drawn by the senior to explain to Teacher Hu and their team about each blood vessel pathway, seeking breakthroughs at these vascular points." Xie Wanying repeated her explanation that she provided to Teacher Hu and their team.