My daily work as a doctor: My treatment value is increasing.

Chapter 133 The Mistress

Lu Renxin never even considered saving money for Li Aijun.

If Li Aijun's liver transplant fails later due to this small expense, he will definitely put all the blame on Lu Renxin.

It would be better to let him spend more money to stabilize his vital signs. Anyway, it's not Lu Renxin who's paying, so why save money?

In the intensive care unit, Li Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes, feeling a continuous tearing pain in his abdomen. It was not an illusion; he had really been stabbed and lost half of his liver.

He turned to look at the bed next to him; Li Aijun had also woken up and seemed to be in good spirits.

Both of them regained consciousness. After exchanging a glance, Li Aijun looked at his weak son with no remorse on his face, only muttering, "It's all right now, it's all changed. I've finally survived. I won't have to suffer from cirrhosis anymore. I can live to be at least a hundred years old."

Li Xiaofeng, who was already reluctant to donate part of his liver, felt a chill run through him: "I'm the one who donated my liver, why isn't there a single word of concern?"

He recalled how his parents had neglected him when he was a child, and the resolute look in Li Aijun's eyes when he refused. Hatred welled up in his heart: "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to suffer like this."

For the next three days, the ICU became the focus of the whole family.

Professor Wang did not return home immediately. He took Lan Yinyin to the ward twice a day, morning and evening, to check on their liver function, coagulation indicators, and the color of their drainage fluid.

Lan Yinyin also carefully recorded the data of the two of them. If any indicators fluctuated, she would inform her mentor immediately and adjust the medication plan.

The two were always surrounded by doctors from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, eager to learn from them. Any request Professor Wang made was met with strong support.

Even with such precautions, it's impossible to completely avoid unexpected situations. Liver transplantation is a major surgery, and such occurrences are quite normal.

On the second night after the surgery, a sudden emergency occurred.

Li Xiaofeng, the donor, suddenly experienced an increase in abdominal drainage fluid, which was bright red in color. His monitor was beeping, indicating that there was a high probability of active bleeding.

Li Xiaofeng looked panicked: "What's going on? Am I going to die?"

"Help! Please help me!"

The nurse who noticed the abnormality quickly notified the doctor. Li Aijun was awakened by the noise, opened his eyes, looked around, but didn't say a word.

Li Xiaofeng roared, "Are you satisfied with how I am now? If I die, it's all your fault."

Professor Wang rushed over immediately upon hearing the news. He quickly organized intervention to stop the bleeding and reassured Li Xiaofeng, "Relax, it's not a big problem, trust me."

Lan Yinyin also provided assistance, and finally the bleeding was stabilized in the early hours of the morning.

After things finally calmed down, Li Xiaofeng was still filled with lingering fear:

That's too dangerous. If I had known it would be like this, I would rather not spend my dad's money than donate my liver to him.

Although he survived, his panicked words deepened the rift between them; their beds were close, but their feelings for each other were distant.

At the same time, Li Aijun's tests showed a sharp increase in transaminase levels, indicating an early rejection reaction.

The human immune system recognizes that the transplanted organ is a foreign object and actively attacks and damages the transplanted organ; this process is called rejection.

Simply put, it means that something that wasn't originally inside the body was found, and an attempt was made to destroy it.

The only option is to increase the dosage of immunosuppressants and closely monitor the function of various organs.

After all this ordeal, Li Aijun's condition finally stabilized, and he was no longer in critical condition.

A few days later, Professor Wang looked at the results of the follow-up examination and relaxed slightly: "Li Xiaofeng's bleeding has stopped, and there is no need for a second surgery. He can be transferred to a regular ward to rest. However, Li Aijun's rejection is only initially suppressed, and his new liver has not yet begun to metabolize normally. He will have to stay in the intensive care unit for a few more days. We cannot rush him."

In comparison, Li Xiaofeng was younger, in better physical condition, and recovered better, so he was first transferred out of the ICU and into a regular ward.

Li Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that facing Li Aijun every day was very painful for him, so it was better to stay away from each other so that they could both calm down.

With a "bang," a cylindrical lunchbox filled with soup and liquid was thrown heavily onto the bedside table. Xia Xiaohong, looking disgusted, was delivering the food to Li Xiaofeng.

She doesn't need to worry about the meals in the ICU; a caregiver will take care of them every day, and she can't go in anyway.

However, Li Xiaofeng still needs someone to come and take care of him and help him.

The mother-in-law prepares a special soup for her son at regular times every day, including pork liver, hoping to help him recover quickly.

In the elderly people's minds, it has always been about what you eat to replenish what you are meant to eat. Since their livers were damaged, they should eat some animal liver to replenish them.

"Look at the state you're in now, you've lost half a liver, are you even a man anymore?"

She hadn't gotten the money, her husband had lost half a liver, and she was still expected to come and serve him. It was simply not in Xia Xiaohong's nature to not give him the cold shoulder.

"Hurry up and drink the soup your mom made for you, I need to go back and get her later."

She scolded him impatiently, watching as Li Xiaofeng struggled to get up, but because of the pain from his abdominal wound, he tried twice without success and lay back down without helping.

In the end, Li Xiaofeng could only support himself on the bed railing with one hand and, with all his might, struggle to move to his side.

He needs to gradually resume eating and getting out of bed, and have regular liver ultrasound examinations while waiting for the remaining liver tissue to regenerate.

You can be discharged after about two weeks in the hospital, but you won't be able to do heavy work for six months after the surgery.

Li Aijun, who is still in the intensive care unit, has even more to consider. He needs to take anti-rejection drugs regularly for life, monitor his blood drug concentration and liver function over the long term, and abstain from smoking, alcohol, and liver-damaging drugs.

Regular follow-up visits are also required to screen for chronic rejection and biliary complications, which require a significant investment of time and money.

Xia Xiaohong is right. Having lost half of his liver, he is indeed not the same as before. He was already ignored by his wife, and now his status has dropped even further.

This period kept Wang Lili and Xia Xiaohong extremely busy. They had to take turns going back and forth to the hospital. Of course, Wang Lili stayed for the longer period of time, while Xia Xiaohong only came over occasionally to check on things and then left soon after.

Inside the intensive care unit, Lu Renxin looked at Li Aijun, who was connected to various tubes and instruments, and asked Lan Yinyin, "What's the prognosis for him?"

"The liver has regenerative capabilities. With proper rest, it will be almost healed in about six months," Lan Yinyin explained patiently.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely do what I promised you." She gave a gentle smile.

"Do you remember we talked about making a video together? Now that I'm here, I can't miss the chance to ride on your popularity as a big internet celebrity."

Her words were both charming and playful, making Lu Renxin smile knowingly.

"No problem, just contact me after you've decided on the topic."

After delivering the food, Xia Xiaohong walked out of the hospital with her pregnant belly, but before she had taken two steps, she turned around and looked behind her.

Her eyes darted around warily, scanning the surroundings before realizing no one was paying attention to her. She then slipped away and turned the corner, deviating from her usual route home.

In a narrow alley, she hadn't taken two steps when she felt someone touching her back, and their hands were getting restless.

Circling and wandering.

"Who dares to harass me in broad daylight?"

Xia Xiaohong, her face full of impatience, prepared to slap this lecherous man back.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a familiar face.

The man was tall and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had very handsome features, with slightly upturned peach blossom eyes that seemed to sweep over people without focusing, making Xia Xiaohong's heart almost melt.

His lips naturally curve slightly upward, as if there's a hint of mockery even when he's not smiling.

With two buttons undone at the neckline, revealing a hint of collarbone, he exudes a flirtatious aura that charms women.

Aquaman, a typical Aquaman in appearance.

Xia Xiaohong absolutely adored his charm. The slap she was about to deliver was caught by him, and she held it in her hand, rubbing it back and forth: "Ouch, if this slap had hit me, I would have felt sorry for your hand when it hurt."

"And my face hurts, doesn't your heart hurt too?"

"You jerk, you're so annoying!"

Seeing it was him, Xia Xiaohong no longer had the cold and hostile attitude she had shown towards Li Xiaofeng. Instead, she playfully slapped him on the chest.

Palm.

That slap had no force at all; it was soft and boneless, purely flirting.

One slap ignited the man's anger.

"Oh, you little devil, let me give you a kiss."

As he spoke, he pouted and prepared to give him a long French kiss.

Xia Xiaohong quickly covered her mouth with her hand, scolding, "What are you doing? There are people all around. What if they see me? If my husband's family finds out, do you think I'll still have money to support you?"

"But I miss you."

His arms tightened around her, and he gradually became more and more restless, which Xia Xiaohong hurriedly pushed away.

"Wait, wait, let's go to your house. Besides, I'm pregnant with your son."

She couldn't help but stick her belly out slightly, indicating that there was someone inside her.

"It's all that kid's fault."

The man glanced at her helplessly, put his arm around Xia Xiaohong's waist, touched her belly, and said with a face full of heartache, "It's all my fault for being incompetent. My poor wife."

"I haven't had any income this month, and now I'm almost at the point where I can't even afford to eat."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiaohong quickly took out her phone and sent him a red envelope containing 1314 yuan, saying with concern, "No wonder you've lost weight recently. Take this and eat something good."

"It's not hard at all, it's not hard at all. Meeting you is the greatest blessing of my life."

The man's eyes were full of tenderness, brimming with love, but upon closer inspection, it was all a facade; hidden deep within was nothing but calmness and calculation.

The man opposite her was named Gu Feng, and he was a mahjong partner that Xia Xiaohong met after she got married.

That afternoon, her best friend Wang Lian messaged her: "Xiaohong, come quick! We're one short for mahjong, and we have a really handsome guy! Super handsome!"

At the time, she was thinking: How handsome could he be? Is he kidding me?

When they arrived, he was indeed a handsome guy.

In comparison, Li Xiaofeng's honest appearance and bland face were instantly utterly humiliated.

Although she was feeling a stirring of romantic feelings, Xia Xiaohong could only feel a pang of sadness knowing she was already married.

After a few rounds, the four of them got to know each other better.

During their conversation, she learned that Gu Feng was two years younger than her and had not yet found a job.

"I'm a bachelor, after all. I only need to eat my fill so the rest of the family isn't hungry," Gu Feng said nonchalantly.

"If I had someone who cared about my well-being, I wouldn't be so dissolute."

He was definitely a seasoned player in the dating game, sitting in the position of Xia Xiaohong's upstream partner.

As Xia Xiaohong picked up a card, the neckline of her dress, which was worn today, slipped down her shoulder due to her large movements.

Gu Feng reacted quickly, turning to the side to help her pull her slipped clothes back up, gently touching her shoulder with a natural and tender gesture.

The warmth of her fingers touching her skin made Xia Xiaohong's heart pound.

"What a thoughtful man."

She couldn't help but compare him to Li Xiaofeng.

My husband is a typical straight man; I've never received any compliments from him about my new haircut, manicure, or nice clothes.

Without any sense of humor, you wouldn't notice her changes at all, let alone such subtle details.

Telling him about your menstrual cramps will only make you drink more hot water.

Xia Xiaohong's thoughts drifted further and further away: If only I had met a man like him back then.

"No, no, I'm already married." She shook her head, trying to hold firm to her principles.

The game of cards became increasingly intense, and the players started laughing and arguing. The noise was so loud that she frowned slightly and rubbed her temples.

Seeing this, Gu Feng immediately slowed down his card playing speed and asked in a low voice, "Did you disturb your sister? If you're tired, you can rest over here for a while."

Xia Xiaohong met his gaze and was almost drowning in the deep affection in his eyes.

"You—why are you so good to me?"

"Isn't it only natural to care for your older sister?" Gu Feng smiled slightly.

Wang Lian noticed the commotion and teased, "Aren't you supposed to be gentle with girls? I haven't noticed you being gentle with me at all. You're so biased."

Gu Feng's gaze remained fixed on Xia Xiaohong, and he replied indifferently, "I can't be bothered with others, I only care about her."

"Oh dear, I'm only thinking about her—" Wang Lian repeated the last sentence like a parrot, making Xia Xiaohong blush with embarrassment.

After the game ended, the two walked back together. Wang Lian nudged Xia Xiaohong's arm with her elbow and teased, "I feel like that handsome guy today is interested in you. He only had eyes for you the whole game, handing you water and pulling your clothes. You don't see that kind of care in anyone else."

Xia Xiaohong's cheeks flushed instantly, her ears turning bright red. She whispered in defense, "Don't talk nonsense. I think he's just a nice person and only helped out casually."

"Oh, he's just a nice person."

Wang Lian turned her head to look at her and asked directly, "To be honest, I know you too well. Don't you have any feelings for him at all? Seriously, Li Xiaofeng is not good enough for you."

"When you married him, countless people were shocked."

She stopped and earnestly grabbed her wrist, advising, "I'm your best friend. To be honest, if you like him and get together with him, I promise I won't say a word to anyone."