Chapter 640
Chapter 640: Chapter 632: Share Half with You Chapter 640: Chapter 632: Share Half with You After all, the main hospital was so busy, and the chief physician, being the top authority there, had all the work go through his hands.
If he left, wouldn’t the hospital be like a dragon without a head?
Honestly, if something else happened, she truly wouldn’t be able to bear the burden.
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They set off early in the morning to avoid Chengcheng, the little one who had been playing crazily with his sister these past few days.
Indeed, his love for his sister, and brother, was the strongest, and even when it came to sleeping, he had to sleep with his sister.
After all, he was still just a child, too young; if he knew about his sister’s departure, he would probably cry again.
Having a brother nearly nineteen years younger was just like that.
Gu Ning still bought a soft sleeper train ticket; they would return the same way they came.
Gu Ning walked in to see Tang Yuxin hunched over the desk, scribbling and doodling away at something.
“Have some water.”
Gu Ning placed the cup in front of Tang Yuxin,
Tang Yuxin grabbed the cup and gulped down several mouthfuls before burying her head and continuing her writing.
Gu Ning sat to one side, picked up a book, and started flipping through it, careful not to disturb her.
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“Done,” Tang Yuxin dropped her pen and stretched, finally finishing her writing.
It was a real challenge, quite a challenge indeed.
Her fingers were numb from writing.
“Here you go,” Tang Yuxin placed the note she had written in front of Gu Ning.
Gu Ning picked it up.
It was filled with names of medicinal herbs and some other items.
“You want these?”
Gu Ning asked Tang Yuxin.
Of course, Tang Yuxin was tired of sitting and promptly laid her head on the desk, resting her chin on her arm.
“Buy these herbs for me, and those bottles and jars.
Find me a place too.
Once the medicinal wine is made, I’ll give you half.”
“Deal,” Gu Ning pocketed the list and planned to prepare everything once back.
He was well aware of the effect of the medicinal wine made by Tang Yuxin.
There was just a very limited supply because she made it for her personal use.
He had used it a few times and found it truly different from ordinary medicinal wine.
It was especially suitable for soldiers like them who usually carried hidden injuries.
Regular use could greatly benefit their health.
Now that Tang Yuxin was offering him half, he was naturally willing.
It would be even better to make more so that everyone could use it regularly.
As for the cost of the ingredients, he could pay himself, and if the results were truly good, he would then apply to his superiors.
The train journey lasted another day and night.
Tang Yuxin didn’t know how anxious Chief Physician Zhu was waiting for her.
Her trip was the same as before, eating and drinking well; she had a pretty good time.
It was only upon her return to the hospital that Chief Physician Zhu caught her right away.
“Yuxin, you’re finally back,” Chief Physician Zhu patted his chest, feeling like he was running out of breath, “It’s good that you’re back.
Look, look,” he pointed at his hair, “My hair has gone even whiter, if you didn’t come back, I would’ve turned completely white while waiting.”
Tang Yuxin found a chair for herself and sat down.
“The hospital has other doctors, even if there’s an emergency, I couldn’t possibly fly over.”
Director Zhu poured himself a large glass of water and had just set it down when he thought of something, then poured another for Tang Yuxin and placed it in front of her.
Receiving the glass, Yuxin felt unexpectedly flattered by the gesture.
Director Zhu very seldom poured water for someone else.
How serious could this matter be?
She held the cup in both hands, the warmth of the glass gradually spreading to her fingertips, her fingers lightly tapping against it as her gaze remained calm and steady.
“I have a patient here who needs your help to save,” Zhu announced after downing his own glass of water and setting it firmly on the desk.
He was not joking—this situation allowed no room for levity.
“A VIP?” Yuxin asked, already prepared for this.
The urgency of calling her back from home, canceling her few days of holiday—it all pointed to the significance of this patient to Director Zhu.
“Yes,” Director Zhu responded solemnly, then picked up a pen and wrote a name on a piece of paper, placing it in front of Tang Yuxin.
Taking the paper, Yuxin’s expression subtly changed.
She set the cup aside, tore the paper in half, and methodically shredded the pieces before dropping them into the trash chute.
“What’s wrong with this person?” she inquired, sitting up straight.
The individual was a true VIP, the kind who could shake the nation with a single gesture.
She had only seen them on television before.
What could have possibly happened to such a person?
Perhaps something had occurred in the half-year she’d been away.
“They’re critically ill,” Zhu explained, his grip on the pen tightening involuntarily, the tip poking painfully into his palm.
The body’s various functions were in significant decline.
“That is quite normal,” said Tang Yuxin, lightly tapping her chin with a finger.
After all, the individual in question was quite old already.
Organ decline is a natural law of human life and death.
It would be strange if they stayed forever young.
“But he cannot die yet,” Director Zhu added, aware of these facts but also conscious that the individual was too important to lose.
A crisis would ensue if something happened; at the least, they had to ensure a few more years, or even just one more year would suffice.
“Come with me to see the patient tomorrow.
You’re the only one I can count on now.”
Oh, Tang Yuxin nodded.
She would naturally go to see the patient.
Whether they could be treated or saved was not something she could say now.
She needed to see the person in the flesh to determine if they could be saved and how confident she was in their chances.
“As for whether they can be saved, that’s really up to fate,” she concluded, putting down her cup and preparing to rest, as there was nothing further to discuss at the moment.
She had just gotten off the train, and though she had rested during the journey, it hadn’t been a proper sleep.
There was a tough battle ahead, and she needed to be fully energized for tomorrow.
That’s when she turned back to Director Zhu, who had visibly relaxed, and asked a crucial question:
“Where had they been treated before?”
From Director Zhu’s implication, it seemed the patient was not far away, for in such a grave condition, it would not make sense to delay until tomorrow.
‘Going there’ meant the patient was nearby, but where exactly?
Were they in a hospital?
That seemed unlikely; if so, this hospital would surely have had extra security, and not just a few guards.
Yet the hospital appeared no different from usual, implying that the important individual was definitely not here.