About five minutes later.
He opened the car door and got in. Su Ruanruan was just about to ask.
When Bao Jingyan placed a little box onto the center console.
He leaned in for a kiss.
She didn’t resist, only hugged his neck and trembled slightly: "Let’s go to your place..."
Su Ruanruan lay on her side.
Buried in the snowy white pillows, her delicate profile and soft long hair were exposed.
The cellphone rang on the nightstand.
Bao Jingyan came out of the bathroom.
He saw that it was a call from Qin Chao.
He casually answered: "This is Bao Jingyan. Ruanruan is still sleeping."
Qin Chao stuttered upon hearing his voice.
He immediately said: "I have something to discuss with Miss Su."
Coincidentally, Su Ruanruan woke up.
Bao Jingyan handed her the phone.
He went downstairs to make breakfast.
Once the bedroom door closed, Su Ruanruan asked softly: "Is there a situation?"
He said: "Last night, Lu Nansheng made a visit! She inspected the ward and even reviewed the patient records of Room 502."
Su Ruanruan clutched the duvet.
She laughed coldly: "That must be because her training isn’t going well!"
So, she’s turned her attention to the patient in Room 502 again.
What does she want to do?
Nothing more than harming someone again and then playing the savior.
Su Ruanruan’s dislike for her had reached its limit.
Su Ruanruan was right in her thinking.
Lu Nansheng indeed faced a bottleneck.
She couldn’t solve the postoperative issues.
Meaning, if surgery on Elder He was forced at this time.
The surgery would definitely fail!
Lu Nansheng was somewhat impatient.
If she couldn’t operate on Elder He, her position in the hospital would be unstable.
How much disappointment it would bring to Yin Zhao.
After a busy night, his face showed some signs of fatigue.
He lit a cigarette and said to Lu Nansheng: "Go rest first."
Lu Nansheng was reluctant.
Stubbornly she said: "Let’s try one more time."
Yin Zhao flicked his cigarette, urging her to call it a day.
Lu Nansheng had no choice but to change out of her surgical scrubs and leave.
Director Feng pushed the door and entered.
Judging by Yin Zhao’s expression, he guessed the outcome.
Director Feng suggested: "How about sending Elder He abroad for treatment? Maybe we can find a surgeon who is capable."
Irritated, he stubbed out the cigarette: "If so, that’s nearly half the prestige of United Hospital gone."
But he couldn’t ignore Elder He’s life or death.
He lit another cigarette: "Let’s wait and see."
Director Feng sighed softly.
He said: "If it wasn’t for that accident a few years ago, you would have been fully capable of performing the surgery."
Yin Zhao zoned out for a moment.
That accident a few years ago...
He happened to encounter Su Ruanruan in Jiangcheng.
In his hurry chasing after her, he got his hand caught in a car door.
No injury, but for a surgeon, it was lethal.
Yin Zhao felt there was no need to discuss this; it was his own business.
And it was irrelevant to others.
He was talking with Director Feng when the assistant came in.
She carried a large stack of morning newspapers and magazines.
Dumping them onto Yin Zhao’s desk.
Yin Zhao was displeased.
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A postcard slipped from between the newspapers...
The assistant hadn’t seen it clearly and quickly said: "It probably belongs to Doctor Su, got mixed with my things by accident."
She wanted to take it.
But Yin Zhao gripped it tightly.
His expression changed.
Director Feng also felt something was off and asked: "Is there a problem?"
Yin Zhao, suppressing his emotions.
In a gentle tone, he said: "It’s from Professor Reid to his student SU."
Director Feng’s bewildered gaze widened.
He asked: "Then why was it sent to our hospital?"
Yin Zhao looked down at the postcard.
He spoke with unusual tenderness: "Because SU is right here at our hospital."