All Novel Full Chapter 997
Chapter 997: Chapter 981: The Doctor with a Black Heart Chapter 997: Chapter 981: The Doctor with a Black Heart So tired.
She let out a heavy sigh, summoning her spirits to keep going.
Just finish this battle, and all would be well.
But for now, they were still on the battlefield, where there was no room for shrinking back, much less taking a mid-battle rest.
She entered another patient’s room, examining each patient one by one.
Since most of them were children, sometimes it required extra care and attention.
Children’s ability to express themselves is limited.
They often couldn’t answer her questions, forcing her to guess.
Fortunately, Tang Yuxin had two sons.
Having spent a lot of time with children, she was better at understanding their thoughts, making communication a bit easier.
Of course, this also made it easier to detect any problems.
Tang Yuxin had walked countless steps.
She might have grown accustomed to the high-intensity standing work.
Sometimes she performed surgeries back to back for over ten hours, so walking with occasional stops was nothing.
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Yet, the interns trailing behind her were dragging their feet, exhausted.
Perhaps many of them were regretting their choice to become doctors.
Being a doctor is indeed grueling.
Otherwise, where would good medical skills come from?
Experience is critical for doctors, gained through standing until one couldn’t feel their legs, pushing physical limits over and over, and sometimes risking their own lives.
When passing by the room of Zhou Xiaomeng and Xiaobai, Tang Yuxin didn’t enter but stood at the doorway looking in.
The family had already applied medicine to the children, who lay obediently, watching cartoons on the TV.
If they weren’t patients, Tang Yuxin would never let them watch cartoons for so long.
The children’s little cheeks showed no traces of waterpox.
Fresh ones were diligently treated by their family, which made them comfortable and healed rather quickly.
Some were already crusting over.
Most importantly, the areas where waterpox had healed on their bodies truly had no scars at all.
“Dr.
Tang, aren’t you going to check on them?” asked Zhou Xiaomeng.
She knew these were Tang Yuxin’s children, both of them.
After coming this far, was she really not going to step in to see them?
“No, let’s go,” replied Tang Yuxin, who had been standing outside the room but never went in.
She turned and walked away, with Zhou Xiaomeng following her footsteps.
It seemed so pitiful to be a doctor, unable to take care of one’s own children but looking after others’ instead.
After they left, a hurried parent burst into the room, clearly mistaking it for another.
Upon entering, he noticed Tang Zhinian applying medicine to Zhou Xiaomeng and Xiaobai.
Their skin appeared smooth, with their pox marks fading quickly; they had no fever, no discomfort, and were even sitting up, playing with the adults.
At the sound of the door, Tang Zhinian thought his family had come.
Surprised, he saw someone unfamiliar.
“Can I help you?” he asked, frowning, wondering what this person was doing there.
“Ah, sorry, I’m in the wrong room.”
The person hastily left and closed the door but couldn’t help looking through the glass once more.
He saw Tang Zhinian applying medicine with a cotton swab and noticed the small bowl in his hand and the black medicinal liquid within.
What medicine is that?
Why didn’t they have it?
Could it be the hospital had not provided it to them?
Although he still didn’t know what the medicine was, the two children didn’t cry at all, unlike his own child who was constantly crying out in pain due to the itchiness and discomfort.
Every child cries, every child makes a fuss, and right now every child is covered with chickenpox that no one dares touch.
However, these two children had far fewer pox marks on their bodies than other kids.
No, it wasn’t just fewer, they were almost healed.
He suppressed the urge to go in and ask for an explanation, and instead hurriedly went to check on his own child.
Upon seeing his child covered with easily burstable blisters and crying incessantly, he felt extremely troubled.
A nurse came by, having just changed the medication for the children.
Just as she was about to leave, the parent stood up and tried to ask her a question.
“Excuse me, who are the children staying in Ward No.
3?
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Why is the medicine they’re using different from what our child is getting?” he asked, referring to a medication they were applying to the children, clearly better than what his child was receiving.
No matter the cost, they were willing to pay; no matter the cost, they would accept it.
But not even a word was said about it.
What did this mean?
“Ward No.
3?” The nurse paused and thought for a moment.
There were so many children, and each nurse was responsible for a different area.
It was hard for her to recall immediately.
Number 3, which Number 3?
This number seemed so familiar; she had delivered medicine to Ward No.
3 before and it seemed to be for children she knew well.
“That’s right,” she remembered,
A light bulb went off in the nurse’s head, and she finally remembered who was in there.
“The ones in Ward No.
3 are a pair of twins, those are Doctor Tang’s children.”
The child’s parent knew of Doctor Tang as well.
The doctor who came to see her children every day.
Yet, why had she never mentioned that medicine?
She used it for her own children, but not for theirs.
Didn’t she want their children to recover, or was she just trying to make more money off them?
The child’s parent grew more furious the more he thought about it; his expression twisted with anger.
No, he couldn’t let this go.
How could the hospital harbor such irresponsible doctors, such cold-hearted individuals?
These were all children, too.
If it was a matter of money, they would pay.
He refused to believe that the medicine could be that expensive, whether it cost hundreds or thousands; they would buy it for their child.
Meanwhile, his child started to cry again, and he quickly went over to see.
Unfortunately, the child accidentally scratched open another pox wound and cried out in pain…
He felt like crying too.
He genuinely didn’t understand why his child had to suffer like this, while the hospital’s doctors could give their own children the best medicine.
It wasn’t fair, not fair at all.