Li the Earl's internal thoughts were rich.
The trainees in the ward were all trembling with fear, afraid of stepping on a landmine.
Li Yan's clear black eyes flashed with a commanding and heroic aura, saying, "Barbarian!"
"Here!" Suddenly being called, the Barbarian almost jumped up.
"Married..." The Barbarian was already thirty, one of the few married ones in the class.
Li Yan nodded, fell into thought, and said, "Are there any traditions for the full month homecoming?"
The Barbarian almost fell over; the Earl actually asked this...
"The Earl is asking on a friend's behalf." A deputy class leader smoothed things over.
"Oh, I see..." The Barbarian relaxed from the shock, saying, "My hometown has a lot of traditions; there are many days to go home—on the third, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth of the month. Not many rush back for the full month homecoming, except those who married far away."
"So many days, do you have to go back home on all of them?" The deputy class leader was also surprised; he didn't expect marriage to have so many rules. The Earl hasn't left the Academy since his wedding.
"Yes, you have to go back home on all of them, and each time with loads of gifts. My mother said the more you bring back home, the more you show your in-laws value you and give face to the wife." The Barbarian mentioned his wife with an undeniable happiness on his face, saying, "But honestly, even without all these rules, you have to go back. A young lady marries into our family, we have to be responsible, can't just leave her there like a living widow..."
The Barbarian talked more and more excitedly, with no intention of stopping, but only closed his mouth under the deputy class leader's winks. Yet he was puzzled in his heart, why couldn't he keep talking...
Li Yan's expression became serious, he stood up and said, "I'm going out for a bit!"
"Yes..." The deputy class leader didn't need to guess; he knew the Earl was going to find his wife, probably because she was upset with him for the homecoming matter. But it's not the Earl's fault, they're all rough guys, how would they know so many rules.
Gu Tong stood at the door of the director's office, hearing a man and woman arguing before walking in.
She pursed her lips, knocked on the door and said, "Reporting! Director."
The office fell silent instantly, after a moment, Zhao Yuanying's voice was heard, "Come in."
Gu Tong pushed the door open, only to find Guo Zhiyuan, the director responsible for the second floor, was also there. He sat in the chair with a dark face, glaring at her with anger. Gu Tong ignored this murderous look and said, "Director, what's the matter?"
Guo Zhiyuan had quite a temper, he slapped the table forcefully, saying, "The intern doctor from the third floor actually manages the ward on the second floor, do you think there's a problem?"
It was indeed the matter of the 201 ward, but Gu Tong didn't think she was wrong, she calmly said, "Is there a problem?"
Guo Zhiyuan almost flipped the table. The whole hospital was talking about how the second-floor doctors were absentee and the third-floor doctors stepped in to help. As the second-floor director, he had no face left to show. He said, "You rashly meddle in the second floor's treatment; you think there's no problem?"
"The premise is the second floor must have doctors." Gu Tong replied as if everything was tranquil; it was a subtle blow, drawing blood without a trace.
"Pfft..." Zhao Yuanying couldn't help but laugh aloud, not expecting that there's such a sharp-tongued young girl on their third floor.
Guo Zhiyuan was left in an awkward position. He glared at Gu Tong, almost stabbing a hole through her, saying, "Whether we have doctors on the second floor, that's the second floor's business. You, a doctor from the third floor, what right do you have to manage our second-floor patients? Even if you want to steal credit, there's no reason to snatch our second floor's patients."