After another ten minutes, the patient's condition gradually stabilized and he was sent to the ICU for care.
Lao He did not follow. After all, he was not in his own hospital. It was enough to stay at the operating table. The anesthesiologist could do the work of sending the patient back.
"Boss Zheng, it's been hard on you. Let's have a meal together." Director Lin was in a good mood.
As long as he did not think that Lin Yuan's isolation suit was as wet as if he had been fished out of the water, he would be very happy.
After all, the surgery was successful. That damned PICC catheter was successfully removed.
"No, Director Lin." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I still have something to do. I still have something to do. Please forgive me."
Su Yun was a little surprised.
Although his boss did not like to eat, he would not strongly reject some important meals.
Was it not normal for the cancer hospital to treat him to a meal after the rescue was successful? Everyone would think so if they stayed for a meal to communicate and connect with each other.
What was wrong with him today?
Director Lin invited him to a meal, but he rejected it so readily as if he did not think about it.
"That's good too. Today's surgery is too hard. Another day, Boss Zheng must come," Director Lin said politely instead of being angry.
What was there to be angry about? Seeing that his girl's hands were shaking from exhaustion, Boss Zheng was probably not much better.
This was burning the small universe.
It seemed that it was not easy for Boss Zheng to perform this surgery, Director Lin thought to himself.
It turned out that he also had his limits. Thinking of this, Director Lin was stunned for a moment before looking at Professor Zhong.
Thousands of emotions turned into a bitter smile.
He sent Boss Zheng's medical team downstairs and said a lot of polite words. Director Lin saw that his girl was about to get into the car. He was stunned for a moment before he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going home yet?"
"Dad, come over for the surgery. I have a lot of medical records that I haven't written," Lin Yuan said with a smile.
Her hands were still shaking, but she did not care much. After all, she was young and could recover quickly.
"…"
"You go back first. I'll go home after I finish writing the medical records." After Lin Yuan said that, she got into the car with her ponytail swaying.
Dean Lin watched as the two cars disappeared into the distance with mixed feelings.
Everyone knew that clinicians were busy. However, seeing others busy and being busy themselves were two different concepts. Seeing other people's children write medical records without eating after surgery was completely different from seeing their own children write medical records on an empty stomach.
But what could Dean Lin say?
The size of his trauma was almost the size of his own office.
Not to mention shrouding a person, even finding a place to sleep would not be a problem.
He glanced at the postoperative patient. His condition was stable, but he was still connected to the machine. In the end, Boss Zheng reminded them that the ICU doctor had to confirm it before they could remove the tube and go offline.
Dean Lin drove home directly after the important matter was settled.
When he entered the house, the aroma of food wafted through the air. Director Lin's heart warmed. When he was watching the surgery just now, the large amount of adrenaline and dopamine that his body secreted disappeared without a trace.
After changing his shoes and clothes, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater, so he smiled and sat in front of the dining table. "Let me see what delicious food you've made."
"Put it down. Do you want to eat first before the girl comes back?" Dean Lin's wife glanced at him and said coldly.
"…"
The warmth and feeling of being touched by his family vanished into thin air.
Director Lin rubbed his stomach and said in distress, "Can't I just have a bowl of porridge?"
"No." Director Lin's wife said, "Look at the time. The two of them are out having fun, and neither of them knows to go home! Look at the girl, you've spoiled her! "
"Isn't there an emergency?" Director Lin was hesitating whether to tell his wife about Lin Yuan going to the Imperial Capital for a tumor.
He could say it, but he could not say the details. If she knew that the isolation suit was drenched in sweat, she would cry for three days.
"I just called the girl. She said that she just went to your place for emergency surgery, and now she's back to the 912 to write the medical record."
"Yes," Director Lin said absent-mindedly.
"Tell me, what are you guys so busy doing every day?" Director Lin's wife said with some heartache, "You don't know how to pay attention at such a young age. What will you do if you have stomach problems after you're thirty?"
"It's nothing. Just take some stomach medicine," Director Lin said casually.
In the next second, a ball of wool was thrown at him.
"You old bastard, isn't she your biological daughter?" Director Lin's wife said angrily.
"Sigh, it's not like you don't know the girl's temper." Director Lin saw that there was no possibility of eating first, so he could only pick up his phone and send a message to Lin Yuan. Then, he sat on the sofa and turned on the television.
"What surgery is it today? Why are you still looking for people from the 912?" Director Lin's wife asked as she knitted her sweater.
"A foreign patient. The PICC pipe fell off and fell into the heart."
"The girl is undergoing surgery?" Director Lin's wife asked.
"Yes."
"The girl has really grown up. Old Lin, if your unit can't perform the surgery, you have to look for the girl," Director Lin's wife said with a smile.
"I'm looking for Boss Zheng," Director Lin corrected.
"Isn't that girl also undergoing surgery?"
Director Lin knew that nothing he said now would be useful. His wife had already made the first impression. In her mind, her daughter was the most powerful one.
In fact, Director Lin was also very proud, but when he thought of the girl's chest and back covered in sweat in the isolation suit, his heart felt stifled.
"Old Lin, why don't I see that you're happy?" Director Lin's wife asked in confusion. "The girl isn't in your hospital, so she's not your biological daughter?"
"Sigh, today's surgery was too tiring. The girl's hand is …" Director Lin was absent-minded. As he spoke, he let his mouth slip.
He realized that he had said the wrong thing and stopped.
However, his wife's sharp gaze was staring at him like a knife.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Director Lin's wife asked.
"I'm so tired that I'm trembling a little," Director Lin said helplessly.
"You …" Director Lin's wife suddenly stood up and glared at him fiercely. She put down her sweater and walked to the kitchen.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
"I'm bringing food to the girl!" Director Lin's wife said. "You old thing, you won't starve to death. You saw that the girl's hands were shaking from exhaustion, but you didn't drag her back to eat. Is your hospital so inhumane?! "
"That's the 912 …" Director Lin retorted in a low voice. He did not even dare to let his wife hear him.
Lunch boxes and thermos. Director Lin's wife packed up the food and left in a hurry.
Director Lin looked at the cold home and his stomach let out a growl.
He felt that he had suffered a huge blow. Boss Zheng looked gentle, but in fact, his domineering and ferocious smile descended from the sky. The huge psychological shadow filled the three rooms and one living room.
How much work did the girl have? How many surgeries did Boss Zheng have to perform in a day? Director Lin was also a little curious.
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