"If she were at the surgery table, she might drink some milk to stave off hunger."
Eating a meal during surgery is impossible; however, drinking some liquid to boost energy is feasible. Most of the time, if the surgery is urgent and doesnât allow breaks, the surgeon can only bear hunger until the procedure ends.
This is the sacrifice needed in this profession.
Doctors understand more than others how important it is to eat a meal. Therefore, a group of seniors often teaches juniors to eat well and not be picky, and maintain good physical fitness daily. Being a surgeon is akin to special forces training; one must always have ample energy to endure challenges.
While everyone knows being a surgeon is tough, they can also empathize with Sun Rongfangâs concern for her daughter. A bunch of people reassured Student Xieâs mom, "Auntie, donât worry, Yingying will have food."
As for Cao Yong, he went to the side to call Guo Zhi Hospital to inquire about the situation. Approaching seven oâclock, he also hoped she would get off work and join her mother for dinner.
The phone signal was connecting.
In the operating room, a cardiac surgery was underway, temporarily not involving the cardiology doctors. On standby, Shim Youhuan and the team doctors were eating in the office. Upon seeing Junior Caoâs call, he casually answered, "Are you asking me out for dinner, Junior Cao?"
"Youâre eating? Has the surgery ended?" Cao Yong asked, hearing the sound of eating from the other side.
"Are you asking Yingying out for dinner?" Shim Youhuan laughed, noting this junior never drafts what he says, skipping any formal talk and directly inviting the girl for dinner.
"She hasnât come out of the operating room?"
"Yes." Shim Youhuan nodded. Junior Xie was impressive, though from the gynecology team, sheâd been brought by the anesthetist to help monitor the patientâs condition and couldnât leave.
"How long do you estimate the surgery will take?" Cao Yong asked. If the surgery ends soon, he plans to wait for her for dinner.
"The cardiac surgery began around four or five in the afternoon and will take seven or eight hours, ending around midnight." Being at Guo Zhi with the cardiac surgeons regularly, Shim Youhuan understood the typical duration of this procedure, holding no optimistic view. He asked, "Are you adamant about dining with her tonight, planning to confess and propose?"
After cracking a joke and waiting for a moment without hearing Junior Caoâs immediate denial, Shim Youhuan looked surprised: "Youâve finally decided to start? Why tonight, is there something special about tonight? Is it her birthday?"
What ran through Cao Yongâs mind was: a bunch of people always boast about being great matchmakers, but their skills are those of a Little Fool.
Obviously impossible. If one plans a formal confession, theyâd at least ensure the other person is genuinely free.
Cao Yong could ascertain she hadnât informed anyone about her momâs visit today. Since she chose not to share, he wouldnât inadvertently reveal it.
"Call me when sheâs done," Cao Yong said.
"You want to confess late at night, no problem, Iâll let you know," Shim Youhuan responded with his fanciful idea.
Cao Yong didnât waste time with nonsense, hanging up abruptly.
After finishing the call with the junior, and eating dinner, Shim Youhuan returned to the operating room to check the situation. Upon entering, he saw Junior Xie Wanying standing motionless at the head of the surgical table, raising his eyebrows: Her focus is impeccable; sheâd never guess who just called.