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

Even if someone falls from a high-rise building, there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

Surgery will be unavoidable.

"I'll go in a minute!" Director Hao glanced at her indifferently. "Are you getting more and more regressive?"

Zhu Xi: "What's wrong with me now?"

Unwilling to give up, she pressed on, "Old man, I've noticed you just can't stand the sight of me. Is it because you have a new favorite student that you're going to kick out this old one who's been working herself to the bone all night?"

Director Hao scoffed, "My new protégé won't bully people just because of his power!"

Zhu Xi gave a wry smile, speechless.

Is she abusing her power?

Stop it.

If Zhu Xi were capable of abusing her power, she wouldn't be living a miserable life as a slave in the hospital.

"You've worked hard overtime, go home and rest." Zhu Xi felt increasingly uneasy about Director Hao's tone.

This clearly conveys a sense of frustration and disappointment at the perceived lack of progress.

Zhu Xi frowned.

Director Hao snorted again, "There's an incredibly resourceful old woman who called me before I even got back from my business trip a thousand miles away."

"His words were all about asking me to take care of a junior member of a newly wealthy family."

Zhu Xi was at her wit's end. She wanted to argue, but when she caught a glimpse of the nurse trying to suppress her laughter, she had no choice but to hold back and not make a scene.

"Then I won't go," she said sullenly. "Director, you should go down now; the ambulance will be here soon."

Director Hao left without saying anything.

Zhu Xi revised the medical orders for several patients at the nurses' station and gave them a few more instructions.

"Add an eighth bed. That son seems filial, but he actually hates trouble. Keep an eye on him tonight and try to check on him as many times as possible."

The nurse smiled and nodded.

"Also, add bed 16. Take another CT scan tomorrow. If there's no bruising, he can be discharged. That old man's been craving alcohol lately, so be careful at night. Don't let him give in and pull out a bottle of Erguotou from some corner."

The nurse wrote everything down, her smile never fading.

Zhu Xi's vision went black for a moment, and after taking a deep breath, she finished explaining the situation to the remaining patients in one go.

Press the tip of the pen, and with a click, the rounded silver nose tip retracts.

She raised an eyebrow and tucked it into her breast pocket.

The first attempt failed. I glanced down and squeezed out a space next to the red pen.

The name tag swayed slightly, and the words "Neurosurgery" made her eyes well up with tears for no apparent reason.

Her dream.

A dream that took root in my heart when I was a teenager.

Zhu Xi looked up at the red time display hanging not far from me, the two numbers on the far right changing second by second.

With each change, life draws one second closer to its end.

The electronic clock was silent, yet its ticking continued to resonate in Zhu Xi's heart.

She lowered her eyes again, staring at the perforated shoe surface.

The dean's path is right beneath his feet, and no one can shake it.

"President Zhu," the nurse called to her.

Zhu Xi snapped out of her daze, her eyes clear and bright again, brimming with confidence and self-assurance. "Hmm?"

"Director Hao recently..."

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow and smiled, "If a child is raised but not taught, it is the father's fault. If the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness."

After saying that, he turned around gracefully and headed straight for the emergency room.

There are two elevators; one takes forever to go up and never goes down, while the other takes forever to go down.

Zhu Xi puffed out her cheeks, shrugged her shoulders, opened the fire escape door, and began rushing down.

Her ponytail trembled slightly as she walked, and the sound of drums echoed in her ears.

She rushed to the emergency room and saw the patient being brought in by ambulance, covered in blood and with his clothes soaked through.

Zhu Xi tightened the metal strip on her nose mask and ran over to take over the work of the doctor who had been rescuing patients all the way.

"I'll take care of it, you rest."

Emergency room.

She and Director Hao stood on opposite sides.

With just a glance from Director Hao, Zhu Xi knew what he wanted to do.

Before the old man could even say anything, she had already taken the initiative and done everything she was supposed to do.

The 999 consultation involved doctors from almost every department.

Neurosurgery, Cardiac surgery, Thoracic surgery, General surgery.

Even the proctology department is there.

Amid the tense atmosphere, the deputy director of the administration office suddenly smiled.

Zhu Xi remained unaffected, her expression focused. "Director, I'm afraid we'll have to call for a bedside CT scan."

Director Hao nodded and gave a soft "Mmm," and said, "Call Dr. Huang and tell him to prepare for surgery."

"Okay." Zhu Xi took a half step back and threw the blood-soaked gloves into the trash can.

Holding her phone, she walked out of the emergency room under the watchful eyes of a group of doctors in white coats.

The deputy director of the administration office waited until she left before speaking, "Old Hao, your apprentice has graduated!"

"Not at all!"

That's what she said, but Director Hao couldn't hide the pride and smugness in her eyes. "When I was her age..."

Before he could finish praising himself, someone interrupted him in dissatisfaction.

She's a cardiac surgeon with the same qualifications and experience as Director Hao. "When you were her age, you were still revising medical records repeatedly."

Director Hao: "..."

-

The patient was personally brought into the operating room by Zhu Xi, and then taken over by Lao Huang.

She didn't leave; she stayed in the operating room for a while.

During the rounds, a circulating nurse came out once, and I briefly explained the situation to her.

"Is there a good chance?" Zhu Xi asked tentatively, but then felt it was a bit redundant.

He lost too much blood and lost consciousness.

His vital signs continued to deteriorate, his pupils dilated, and his life was almost over.

If Zhu Xi could truly survive, it would be nothing short of a miracle.

The circulating nurse was an older woman, ten years her senior, and had a very nice personality.

"Don't wait any longer. Hospitalization is always tiring. Take every opportunity to rest." My sister smiled. "If your health collapses, how will you be able to perform major surgeries in the future?"

After saying that, he patted Zhu Xi on the shoulder, "This surgery will definitely go on until late at night, let's go back. Buy a small cake and order a milk tea!"

"Be good, listen to me."

Zhu Xi forced a smile, took her hand out of her pocket, and said, "Okay."

My sister is gone.

Zhu Xi glanced at the end of the corridor, then walked away.

She didn't go to the cafeteria or check her phone; she went straight back to her dorm.

The door was ajar.

The light from the two places intertwined and reflected each other.

Zhu Xi stopped, staring at the half-finished warm light and shadow, and smelled the aroma of food again.

Zhou Yinghuai has arrived.

It must be him.

Zhu Xi pursed her lips, her gaze still fixed on the twenty-centimeter-wide slit of light.

She wanted to push open the door and go in, as she always had, with enthusiasm.

She threw herself into Zhou Yinghuai's arms, clung to him, and cupped his face in her hands.

Even without physical intimacy, they can simply feel each other's breath and confirm each other's presence.

Even if it's just a kiss in their eyes.

That's enough.

But at that moment, Zhu Xi felt as if her feet were made of lead, nailed to the floor by the door.

It can't be moved even by the slightest difference.

The fists hidden inside the white coat clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

Dreams are etched into our bones, and love is fused into our flesh.

In Zhu Xi's bewildered and helpless state, that warm light was magnified.

Black leather shoes, clean and shiny, trousers neatly fitted.

"You're back?" Zhou Yinghuai put the trash bag on the floor beside him, stepped forward, and hugged her. "Why don't you go inside?"

Zhu Xi frowned, the words of Director Hao echoing in her mind.

An old woman, a very powerful old woman.

Seeing her silence, Zhou Yinghuai assumed she was still angry about what happened in the middle of summer that afternoon.

The two stood at the dormitory entrance, neither of them moving.

Zhou Yinghuai softened first, "Sister Xi, I swear, I will always hate Shengxiali."

He stared at her, his gaze both gentle and intense. "Even if you lock me, Sheng Xiali, and the Japanese in a room together, you still give me two bullets."

Zhu Xi looked up, but didn't speak; her eyes were moist.

"I would execute him twice!" Zhou Yinghuai said, then laughed.

Zhu Xi maintained the same expression.

Zhou Yinghuai smiled, his eyes deep in thought. "Let's talk about something happy. Mom called."