CHAPTER 548: 485 IS A DOCTOR, BUT CAN’T OPERATE ON AN OPERATING TABLE

Princess Chinian wanted to retain a sense of mystery. Zhongli Wuzhi glanced at her again, seeing her coyly avoiding his gaze. The corner of his lips gently curved, and he said no more.

After a few songs had played, Princess Chinian had finished her drink, and only then did Zhongli Wuzhi drive away.

The red Ferrari really stood out, and even though it entered a normal neighborhood and wasn’t speeding over a hundred yards, its roaring engine on the main road still drew second glances from passersby.

With the hood down, the wind tangled Princess Chinian’s yellow hair.

Zhongli Wuzhi’s hand rested on the steering wheel, his leather jacket already removed, his shirt collar slightly open, flapping in the wind.

In the young eyes of Princess Chinian, it formed an image that made her blush and feel shy.

At that moment, did they resemble figures chasing the sunset?

Princess Chinian thought so to herself.

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At the entrance of Anlin Hospital, Lu Xiaoer had already changed out of her white coat and was dressed in simple casual attire; her light cardigan was disheveled by the gusty winds stirred by the passing red Ferrari.

She looked up, catching only a fleeting glimpse of the person inside the sports car, but she recognized the license plate.

It was... Zhongli.

Who was the renowned lady sitting beside him?

Lu Xiaoer’s gaze darkened; she couldn’t even muster a scornful smile.

She was very tired.

She was really overthinking things.

He could continue being the carefree Young Master Zhongli of Anlin.

"Dr. Lu, why haven’t you left yet?"

A young intern doctor riding a bicycle came out, stopping upon seeing Lu Xiaoer still standing at the hospital entrance to greet her.

Lu Xiaoer had been standing outside for quite a while, intending to hail a cab, but her thoughts had been distracted by the fleeting red Ferrari.

Lu Xiaoer hurriedly regained her composure,

"Dr. Gui, I’m just leaving, waiting for a cab."

Gui Wuling was Lu Xiaoer’s junior by two grades, having just completed his undergraduate degree and about to continue with graduate studies.

He smiled, revealing two small dimples, which made a deep impression on people.

With his cute dimples, Gui Wuling was equally charming, and despite his young age and short time at the hospital, he had already become the joy of everyone.

"Well, Dr. Lu, I’ll stay and wait with you for a bit."

"Ah? No need... I..."

"Since I have nothing to do, I might as well stay here and keep you company."

Gui Wuling had already alighted from his bicycle, standing beside Lu Xiaoer with it, keeping her company as she waited.

Lu Xiaoer smiled and didn’t say no again.

She used her phone to call a taxi and then waited for it to arrive, casually asking Gui Wuling,

"During your internship, have you found anything uncomfortable or problematic?"

"Dr. Lu, to be honest, you won’t tell my supervisor, will you?"

Lu Xiaoer laughed, "That depends on how truthful you are."

"Umm... actually, there’s no sense of comfort at all during the internship, and there are really too many troubles. Especially... the supervising doctor, is he always so strict?"

"Only recently, I suppose..."

Lu Xiaoer said lightly.

"By the way, Dr. Lu, how did Director Song hurt his hand? It’s been the topic of conversation these past few days..."

Lu Xiaoer swallowed uncomfortably,

"If you’ve just started your internship, I suggest you gossip less about these matters, lest Director Song takes his anger out on you."

"But others are saying that Director Song injured his hand, and this might jeopardize his position as the chief of surgery..."

"Is that what you hope for?"

Lu Xiaoer asked Gui Wuling.

Gui Wuling quickly shook his head, "Why would I hope he loses his job? He is my supervising doctor, and if he were to be transferred now, what would happen to my internship report..."

Lu Xiaoer chuckled and patted his shoulder,

"Then let’s pray that Director Song’s hand isn’t seriously harmed."

"Yes, exactly, I’ll offer incense for Director Song when I get home tonight."

"..."

Lu Xiaoer was about to correct his statement when he caught sight of Director Song’s figure in the corner of his eye...

He was almost standing right behind them.

"Offer incense for me? Am I dead?"

Song Jing approached Gui Wuling, and Gui Wuling immediately jumped back,

"Director Song! When did you come out?"

"Don’t worry about when I came out. All I know is that someone is standing at the hospital entrance cursing me to die!"

"Director Song, that’s a bit harsh, really!"

Gui Wuling hurriedly explained,

"What I meant was, when I go home, I plan to burn incense and pray to Buddha for your hand to heal, ensuring it doesn’t affect your medical career. After all, doctors like you, who can perform medical miracles, are becoming rarer."

"..."

Director Song stared at him intently.

Gui Wuling quickly pulled Lu Xiaoer into it,

"Dr. Lu, you can vouch for me, right?"

Lu Xiaoer smiled wryly, intentionally making Gui Wuling anxious.

Gui Wuling sighed,

"Even Dr. Lu is being mean..."

"You’re calling Dr. Lu mean?"

Director Song narrowed his eyes again. Even a simpleton like Gui Wuling could sense, from their daily interactions, that Song Jing had a special care for Lu Xiaoer and their relationship was definitely not simple.

"Fine, fine, I’m the mean one, am I happy now, Director Song!"

Director Song gave a slight hum, "That sounds about right."

The three of them laughed, and Gui Wuling glanced at Director Song’s hand, "Teacher, your hand... it’s okay, right?"

At that moment, his concern was genuine, and it was also what Lu Xiaoer wanted to ask.

Song Jing looked at Lu Xiaoer, her face full of worry and guilt.

"The hand can recover, but whether I can ever return to the operating table will depend on how well it heals."

Hearing this, Gui Wuling was stunned,

"Teacher, is it that serious!"

Song Jing’s expression turned steely when he saw Lu Xiaoer’s face.

Since the incident, Song Jing had not shared the specifics of his injury with Lu Xiaoer.

But Lu Xiaoer was a doctor herself, and for a surgeon, these hands were more precious than life. She understood that an injury to the hands was practically a curse for a doctor.

"Shh..."

Song Jing gestured for Gui Wuling to be quieter.

After all, they were at the hospital entrance, a place with frequent foot traffic.

"Let’s not talk about this right now. I’ll report the specifics to the hospital authorities, and we can discuss the future later on."

"..."

Lu Xiaoer’s chest tightened, the suppression almost making it impossible to breathe.

A chief surgeon, a general who always triumphed in the operating room, could see his entire career destroyed because of Zhongli Wuzhi’s impulsive act.

A general who couldn’t take to the battlefield.

A doctor who couldn’t step into an operating theater...

Lu Xiaoer fell completely silent, truly at a loss for words.