SCT-Novel Chapter 997
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.
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.
3?
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...