Entering with the diagnostic equipment in hand, he performed a series of tests on the woman lying in the hospital bed — her heart, pulse, and brainstem. But after the last test, his hands suddenly dropped powerlessly.
In less than ten days, some of her organs had already started to fail. What to do?
He dejectedly sat beside her bed, his eyes staring blankly at the motionless face on the bed connected to a ventilator.
Without a hint of color, her pale face, almost translucent, bore no difference from the dead. If it weren’t for the faint signs of breathing in the ventilator, he would truly believe she had already left this world.
In fact, he was certain that if he removed the ventilator from her pallid face, she would immediately depart this life.
But could he remove it?
He lowered his head, gazing absently at the stethoscope in his hand, his mood becoming especially heavy and anxious.
He didn’t know how long he sat there when suddenly someone came looking for him outside, "Director, are you here?"
Snapping back to reality, he stood up from beside the sickbed and, taking those things, left with heavy steps...
"Later, go to the import pharmacy and fetch a few doses of this medicine to inject into the patient inside," he said casually, writing down the name of a medication on a prescription slip and handing it to the nurse waiting outside.
The nurse took it and her eyes widened in shock...
Is the Director prescribing a double dosage at once?
The medication in question was usually enough in one-third the quantity for ordinary patients; he was insisting on a full, single injection of two doses?
The nurse was astounded, but when she looked up at the young Director, he had already left...
Ou Mucen took Xiaobao back to Blue Mountain Villa. Because the young master was coming home for a meal, the atmosphere in the villa had finally livened up a bit. All afternoon, preparations for tonight’s dinner were underway, and Bai Tingfang, in anticipation of her grandson’s arrival, personally went to Ji Chengzhi’s aunt and made a lot of pastries to bring back.
"Xiaobao, come, these are all the snacks granny had made for you, try them." As soon as they arrived at the villa, Bai Tingfang saw the pastries already laid out in Chrysanthemum Garden and immediately spoke endearingly to her grandson.
But what about Ye Xiaobao?
With just one glance at her, he wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, resting his little head on his shoulder, unwilling to look at her again.
Ou Mucen saw this and let his mother put the snacks down, then carried the child over to sit with the old master...
"Xiaobao, what would you like to eat?"
Once seated, Ou Mucen, seeing the table full of pastries, softly asked in the child’s ear.
Ye Xiaobao had not been to this place for the first time. However, his impression wasn’t good, especially with that bad woman still living there. His aversion was even stronger.
Hearing his father ask what he wanted to eat, without looking, he said indifferently, "Anything’s fine..."
He was very well-behaved, knowing not to cause trouble here and that despite not liking the woman opposite him, she was still kin, so he opted to accommodate.
Ou Mucen felt a twinge of sadness and wanted to say something, but just then, the old master sitting across from him suddenly spoke up, "Tingfang, go to the kitchen and check if the dishes prepared for the child are ready."