1412: The Intent To Hate

The Intent To Hate

Nuannuan and Bai Liyue agreed that they would take turns to accompany Feng Shengxuan on alternating days. Originally, it would have been best for Nuannuan to take care of Feng Shengxuan on the first night, but she needed to apply acupuncture on Second Uncle for the next two days. That was why Nuannuan had to go back.1

Feng Shengxuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, immediately snapped his eyes open when he heard Nuannuan say she was leaving. He glanced at her and then, at Bai Liyue.

Bai Liyue's eyes narrowed. After a moment of silence, she said, "Nuannuan, why don't you go back with them first? I should stay here."

After hearing Bai Liyue's words, the dissatisfaction in Feng Shengxuan's eyes instantly disappeared.

He had never had any control over Nuannuan, this heartless girl. However, Bai Liyue should at least stay and take care of him, right?

When Bai Liyue was injured, he was the one who took care of her the entire time.

Nuannuan looked at Feng Shengxuan, then at Bai Liyue, and nodded. "Alright, be careful of your own wounds."

"Okay, don't worry."

Not only were there many resident doctors in the normal ward area, but the place was also dirty.

Bian Yin could not accept the fact that patients would fill even the aisles and the area surrounding the toilets.

Even though she graduated from the Emperor District Military Medical University, she had never suffered many hardships. After she graduated, she went to the military hospital for an internship and became Director Yu's subordinate. Other than observing Director Yu operating on patients as the chief surgeon, she usually took care of the distinguished patients in the VIP ward area.

Therefore, Bian Yin was on the verge of snapping when she saw patients everywhere on the walkways. Some of them even had smelly feet.

"Bian Yin, you're here. These are the patients you're in charge of. Take a look at their medical records and consult them one by one. I'll leave them to you."

A doctor walked over and placed a large stack of medical cases in Bian Yin's hands before leaving in a hurry.

Bian Yin's expression was as dark as ink as she was brought to her new desk by the admin working for the Human Resources Department.

This was a common desk—utterly different from the single room she was delegated in the VIP area.

There was not even a cubicle around the office desk, meaning there would be no secrets between doctors.

Not only that, many patients crowded around the doctors in the office, and the air was extremely unfresh.

Bian Yin hurriedly took out her facemask from her bag.

The moment she put it on, a patient ran over and showered Bian Yin with questions.

"Doctor, how's my husband doing? Will he suffer from another relapse? Before the surgery, I was told that the recovery rate would be high, so why has his illness relapsed after less than half a year?"

Bian Yin looked irritated and disdainful as she retorted, "How would I know? Go ask his attending doctor!"

"Aren't you Dr. Bian?" The patient pointed at Bian Yin's tag and asked.

Bian Yin, "…"

"I've already asked for his attending doctor earlier, and the nurse said that you're my husband's attending doctor. Who else am I supposed to ask? Is this the attitude a medical worker should have? Do you believe me when I say that I'll lodge a complaint against you?"

Bian Yin, "…"

This was the first time she had been scolded since she started working, and it was by the family members of the patients from a powerless family.

Bian Yin wanted to throw a tantrum, but seeing how the patient's family member was willing to drag her to the depths of hell, she had no choice but to suppress her anger and sift through the medical records she just received.

"Who is Dr. Bian?"

Bian Yin looked up at the person who had just arrived and the person immediately walked in. "Dr. Bian? Hello, I'm here to ask about my mother's condition. My mother…"

In just one afternoon, Bian Yin felt that she had worked an entire year's worth of work in the VIP ward. She hated Nangong Nuannuan, the reason she was here, to the core.

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