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"How about a cigarette?"

"Okay!"

Neither of them had much energy left; after all, the surgery that morning had almost completely drained them.

One problem after another arose, and then they had to fix them. Although they only had four hours, the two of them almost broke down.

Regardless of their age or appearance, the two sat down on the large chairs outside the operating room and started smoking, the faint smell of smoke drifting down the corridor.

Although smoking is not allowed here, all the nurses here understand that this surgery might have failed if it weren't for Zhang Tianhao.

Most importantly, the two underwent a high-intensity four-hour surgery, which was much more intense than they had originally imagined.

"Dr. Wang, you are absolutely an expert in cardiology, no exaggeration, really."

"Besides, your medical skills in all aspects are top-notch. I really didn't misjudge you. It's our hospital that has wronged you by letting you come to our hospital."

"You're welcome. If you feel I've been wronged, just give me two more days off, and this matter will be over."

"Haha, no problem. I'll give you two days off this Saturday and Sunday, and I won't schedule any shifts for you. What do you think?"

"Okay, if this intensity continues, I think I'll be exhausted."

"Right!"

The two of them laughed heartily, and then took another deep drag of their cigarettes.

At the same time, someone brought up their lunchboxes. Watching the two of them eat heartily, the nurse on the side took a deep breath.

As for the family members on the side, they looked over with grateful eyes, clearly understanding why the two men were so tired. It was because the surgery was less than half the difficulty level, yet they had succeeded.

The two rested for a full half hour before they had to re-enter the operating room to continue the surgery they hadn't finished that morning.

The surgery took longer than he had imagined, from 1:30 p.m. to 7:30 p.m., a total of six hours, with no time to rest.

He was also exhausted, but Zhang Tianhao still felt quite satisfied.

After all, who would have thought that he would experience both pain and joy while treating patients?

When the last patient was wheeled out of the operating room, he saw the couple standing at the door, looking at Zhang Tianhao with embarrassed expressions.

"You are here!"

"Mr. Song, your wife is going to have surgery. To protect her privacy, I haven't even called the nurses in. Can you wait outside?"

"Of course, if you're worried, I can let you in, but..."

"No need, really no need!"

Mr. Song was taken aback when he heard Zhang Tianhao's words, but he immediately smiled and explained, "I'm sorry, I was overthinking it. Please go ahead."

"Alright, you can wait outside. It should take about an hour and a half."

"Such a long time?"

"Yes, that's how long it takes. This is the surgery I performed. If someone else were to perform the surgery, it might take even longer."

"By the way, could you please prepare two dinners for us in an hour and a half? I can pay you for it!"

"No need, thank you for performing the surgery on my wife. Consider this my treat, as you're doing overtime for us."

"That!"

Zhang Tianhao glanced at the time and smiled wryly. After all, it was already 7:30, and it would be 9:00 in another hour and a half.

This was the first time he had ever come home this late.

...In the operating room.

Zhang Tianhao looked at the woman in front of him, smiled, and sat down in a chair opposite her. He pointed to the bed and said with a smile, "Mrs. Song, I have examined your body, and there is indeed a problem."

"Excuse me, what is the problem?"

"Alas, Madam Song, it seems you've gone astray when you're making love with your husband, and besides, you're still a virgin, do you even know that?"

"How is that possible? My husband and I have been living together for five years. How could I still be a virgin? Dr. Wang, you must be joking, right?"

"Mrs. Song, please don't get agitated. I know you may be anxious, but that's not the reason for you to be anxious."

"There are three reasons why you haven't gotten pregnant. First, your sexual activity with your husband might be incorrect, which is the biggest reason. Second, you've been taking medication frequently, which has reduced your fertility. This can be corrected with about a month of recuperation, and you don't need to take those folk remedies anymore."

"Third, the quality of your life with your husband is not good. To be more precise, your husband has a small and weak penis. I think you understand what I'm saying, right?"

"This, this..."

Upon hearing this, Madam Song immediately felt it was somewhat absurd, as no one would accept such a statement.

"No, Dr. Wang, are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm a doctor, so I'm telling you the truth. As for your husband, I can't even bring it up. It's true, and I don't want to lie to you. After all, it seems like you and your husband have a good relationship, but your family isn't very happy."

How did you figure that out?

“Your physical condition can give a general indication of your family situation, and your husband’s clothing can also give a general idea.”

"I don't have any other men, so it's hard to compare. I don't quite understand what you're saying."

"So, I told you the truth because there's no one else here. As for how to solve it, you'll have to figure it out yourself. Anyway, we have an hour and a half to chat."

"Are we just chatting?"

"Yes, I'm so tired. I had nothing to do at home, so I thought I'd chat with you. Is there a problem?"

"no!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Song was immediately amused, never expecting that Dr. Wang would be so interesting.

Madam Song never expected Zhang Tianhao to do this, and could only manage a bitter smile.

"However, some minor surgeries still need to be done. After all, you still need to go through the motions of surgery."

"This is no problem!"

When it was nine o'clock in the evening, Madam Song glared at Zhang Tianhao, and then, with Zhang Tianhao's help, walked out of the operating room.

No one knows the details of the surgery, but Mr. Song looked delighted when he saw Mrs. Song come out.

"Dr. Wang, thank you so much."

"No need to thank me, it's what I should do. I'm tired too, you can take your lady back."

"it is good!"

Mr. Song didn't think much of it and helped Mrs. Song prepare to go home, while Zhang Tianhao returned to the operating room and began cleaning the room.

He usually doesn't have to do it himself, but since he was the last one to leave, he was the only one left to do it.

After tidying up the operating room and opening the doors and windows for ventilation, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the prepared food to eat.

The faint aroma of food lingered in the room until he finished eating. Only then did he tidy up the operating room, close the doors and windows, and prepare to go home. (End of Chapter)