"Is it really him, though?"
I didn’t have time to think about all that nonsense, as an emergency surgery patient soon required attention.
"Doctor Lu, another emergency surgery, operating room No. 2."
"Okay, got it, I’ll be right there."
From entering the operating room to leaving it, a whole five hours passed.
It was now eight o’clock at night, and it had long since turned dark outside.
Inside the operating room, with the high level of tension, you didn’t even feel hungry.
But once I stepped out, I felt like my stomach was about to cave in from hunger.
The cafeteria was definitely closed by now, and I didn’t want to eat out.
Forget it, I’ll just go home and cook some noodles, make do for now.
"Doctor Lu, join me?"
We left the hospital together and then went our separate ways.
The fire station was just across the way, so Lu Jing had nothing to worry about.
If anything were to happen, the sentry would notice right away, okay?
Still, my footsteps quickened considerably.
By the time I got to the gate of the fire station, indeed, nothing had happened.
Lu Jing silently breathed a sigh of relief, greeted the sentry staying behind, and then went inside.
It turned out to be Old Qin’s son, who was playing around here.
"Why haven’t you gone home? It’s already dark."
"It’s okay, there are streetlights!" The little chubby hand even pointed at the streetlight above.
"Hasn’t your mom gotten off work yet?"
"Yeah, I’m just waiting for Mom here."
As a fellow medical worker, Lu Jing could very well understand Mrs. Qin’s situation.
Now, even when I saw Old Qin’s son, it was with a bit of sympathy.
"Do you want to come and play at my place for a while?"
It was one thing for a child to be outside at this time, and though there wasn’t any danger in the fire station, the child was young with a lower immunity and thereby more susceptible to catching a cold from the wind.
Fortunately, the little guy didn’t refuse:
After that, Lu Jing took Old Qin’s son back home.
After entering the house, I was too lazy to change shoes:
"There are snacks and fruits on the table, just take whatever you want, okay?"
"Mmm-hmm, Aunt Lu, can I watch TV?"
"Of course, do you need me to change the channel for you?"
"Ah, no need, I know how."
Kids these days are so savvy, often better than adults at using electronic gadgets.
Lu Jing didn’t say much more:
"Then I’m going to cook noodles, are you hungry, do you want some?"
The little chubby kid shook his head repeatedly:
"No need, I’m not hungry."
What’s so tasty about noodles?
Snacks were much better.
Pfft, kids will be kids!
Lu Jing went to the kitchen, washed my hands first, then took the pot, filled it with water, and started boiling.
Noodles, after all, were fast and convenient.
Lu Jing even found a napa cabbage in the fridge, broke off a few leaves to throw into the pot with the noodles.
Noodles with cabbage leaves were certainly tastier.
While I was washing them, Old Qin’s son came to the kitchen door, toddling along:
"Aunt Lu, your phone."
The child shook his head:
"I don’t know, it’s a string of unknown numbers. Could it be Uncle Jiang?
When my dad is out, he often uses a stranger’s phone to call my mom."
"Alright, pass it here and I’ll answer."
After taking the phone, Lu Jing answered:
A man’s voice came through the phone:
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So, Old Qin’s son was right, wasn’t he?
"Is it really Uncle Jiang?"
Jiang Ye, of course, recognized the voice of Old Qin’s son:
"Wife, why are you with that child?" he asked.