It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Nurse Xiaoyue pushed open the half-open door. "Dr. Zhu, the patient's family is looking for you."

Zhu Xi frowned slightly, unsure whether it was true or false.

Director Hao granted her a pardon, waving his hand dismissively, "I'll take care of things here, you go and get busy."

Zhu Xi nodded and turned to leave.

Xiaoyue's hand was still on the doorknob as she peered inside several times.

Seeing this, Director Hao asked, "Is there anything else?"

Xiaoyue smiled faintly, "It's getting late. If none of you family members have anything urgent to attend to, just one person can stay with you at the bedside."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Families have already complained. Neurosurgery often involves craniotomy, which means patients don't get enough rest, and we nurses have to take the blame."

Xiaoyue's words were still roundabout and tactful, without directly offending the people in the room who were of high status and position.

Director Hao was also helpless. "I know, go ahead and get busy."

The ward door closed again, and Director Hao first comforted Mr. Wen, who had just been discharged from the ICU.

He continued, "Zhu Xi is the best resident in our department. Although she has a somewhat cold personality, she is also my beloved student whom I personally trained."

He turned his gaze to the Wen sisters who had just been cursing. "Without their persistent presence, the old man would still be in the ICU."

The wealthy family couldn't afford to lose face. Director Hao, a shrewd old fox in the workplace, subtly and shrewdly avenged Zhu Xi without firing a shot.

"If the family members don't like my apprentice, they can transfer him to another hospital."

Wen Ming gave a forced smile; his father was not yet out of danger and could not do without Hao Zhengming, the expert in psychiatry.

Even if you gathered all the top neurosurgeons in the country together, Hao Zhengming would still rank in the top three.

Zhu Xi's statement that he was a spirit was not an exaggeration at all.

Hao Zhengming, who has become a spirit, is very powerful and does not easily accept students.

Once acquired, it must be an exceptionally outstanding individual.

Coincidentally, Hao Zhengming's appreciation for Zhu Xi had always been public knowledge.

"My beloved student just got married," Hao Zhengming smiled.

"Don't worry, Director Hao, I will definitely pay attention." Wen Ming's sinister eyes glanced at the two sisters who were sitting on the sofa with their legs crossed, his silence speaking volumes.

"That would be best," Director Hao said, stopping there. "I will instruct Zhu Xi to pay even closer attention."

On the other side of the corridor, there is a doctor's office.

Zhu Xi took the film brought by Zhou Lingyi, a family member, and placed it on the light panel. "Introduced by an acquaintance?"

Zhou Lingyi chuckled awkwardly, "Mm."

Zhu Xi shifted her gaze from the film to Zhou Lingyi's somewhat unnatural expression. "Who introduced her?"

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Your name is Guan Shanyue?"

Zhou Lingyi took out her ID card and placed it next to Zhu Xi, secretly pleased that her formal name was Guan Shanyue and her nickname was Zhou Lingyi.

"Sister, this is my ID card."

"Sister, I heard you got married?"

Zhu Xi glanced at it only once and thought the name Guan Shanyue sounded quite nice.

Zhou Lingyi was still smiling, but she didn't answer Zhu Xi's question.

She couldn't answer which acquaintance introduced her to him.

Hospitals are places where interpersonal relationships are most important. Over the years, Zhu Xi has gradually come to accept the ways of the world, even though she didn't like it much.

Zhou Lingyi accurately stated that she was married, which made Zhu Xi no longer need to ask which acquaintance introduced them.

After watching the film for a while, she asked Zhou Lingyi, "What symptoms does the patient have?"

Zhou Lingyi made it up off the cuff, "She looks like a person, but she's practically paralyzed. She has a bad memory, no tact, and occasionally spouts nonsensical things. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she can't take care of herself."

She rattled off all the annoying things about Lan Qi, "Seeing him annoys you; he vomited a meter away, and you just want to spit him into the toilet."

Sister, what's more important is that I haven't even complained of feeling nauseous yet, and he's already saying he's dizzy, nauseous, can't move, and his hands and feet are numb..."

As Zhu Xi examined the location of the tumor on the X-ray and Zhou Lingyi's described symptoms, her expression grew increasingly grave.

She sniffed. "We still need to be more patient with patients. Look, this is a glioma. Has the patient come in with memory problems, difficulty understanding language, vomiting, numbness, twitching, or tremors?"

Absolutely! The blue flag is really annoying; even a second glance is irritating.

"Sigh," Zhu Xi sighed, and said no more.

Zhou Lingyi, observant and perceptive, slowly fell silent, her dislike for Lan Qi still churning within her. "Sister, is this illness difficult to cure?"

Zhu Xi remained silent for a while, then took out a pen from the pocket of her white coat. "Who is the owner of this film to you?"

Zhou Lingyi: "This is me..."

I bought it with money.

Zhou Lingyi thought to herself, "But my relationship with Lan Qi is that of a human and a dog."

Zhu Xi didn't insist on finding out the answer. "Let me be frank, glioma is difficult to treat."

Zhou Lingyi: "Huh?"

Zhu Xi turned to look at the film again, paused, and said, "Let's give up on treatment; it's pointless."

"what?"

Zhu Xi looked at Zhou Lingyi again, realizing that her tone was inappropriate, and immediately softened her voice, "She is elderly, and once she goes on the operating table, she may not be able to get off."

"However, Ms. Guan can discuss it with her family. If she insists on having the surgery, then she can come back to me."

Zhou Lingyi put the film away and suddenly wanted to find some comfort from her sister-in-law.

"Sister, a 30-year-old man is like a dog. Should we just force-feed him a bottle of pesticide and kill him?"

Zhu Xi's lips twitched, and she pinched the metal strip of her mask with her fingertips. "Hmm?"

"He's already so annoying, let's just send him to his death."

Zhu Xi was stunned by the obviously mentally unstable girl in front of her. "He's just sick, he shouldn't be dying, right?"

Zhou Lingyi said fiercely, "Sister, you are such a kind-hearted doctor. But you must remember, a 30-year-old dog doesn't bark."

Now it was Zhu Xi's turn: "Huh?"

Zhou Lingyi, carrying the documents, hugged Zhu Xi under her bewildered gaze. "Sister, I'm leaving now. Thank you for today."

Zhu Xi: "Oh."

Zhou Lingyi met with Sheng Xiali in the hospital parking lot.

In the sweltering summer: "Grandma, you've gone too far!"

Zhou Lingyi's dark eyes were bright and innocent. "What's wrong?"

"Your brother landed in Libei at dawn."

"what?"

"Let me pick you up from the airport!"