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The next day, at 7:20 in the morning.

The lights are already on in the gastroenterologist's office.

Compared to the volatile pace of the emergency room, the mornings at the gastrointestinal surgery department seem remarkably regular.

Handing over shifts, reviewing lab results, organizing medical records, and preparing for ward rounds.

Everyone was busy with their own things, heads down.

When Gu arrived, Song Zhe was already sitting at his workstation with his computer.

When he saw Gu Lin come in, he looked up at him.

"You're here so early?"

Gu Lin put down his backpack.

"I'm used to it."

When I was rotating through the emergency room, I sometimes had to get up at six o'clock, but now it's a little after seven, which is actually quite easy.

Song Zhe smiled.

"Then you'll soon find out that the scariest thing in gastroenterology surgery isn't the night shift, it's ward rounds."

Gu Lin raised an eyebrow.

Why?

Just as Song Zhe was about to speak, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Hanchuan walked in.

The previously somewhat relaxed office instantly fell silent.

"Room check at 7:50."

With just one simple sentence, the entire office immediately sprang into action.

Printing medical records, getting the ward round vehicle, and organizing test results—their movements were so practiced they were almost reflexive.

At 7:50, the ward rounds officially began, with a large group of more than a dozen people walking from the office to the ward area.

The first ward is for post-operative patients who just underwent radical surgery for colon cancer yesterday.

Lin Hanchuan gestured for the person behind him to draw the bed curtains, then lifted the blanket to check the abdominal drainage tube.

"Is there any exhaust?"

The patient shook his head.

"not yet."

"Get out of bed and move around; we must go today."

The patient immediately looked distressed.

"Doctor, it hurts so much."

Lin Hanchuan remained expressionless.

"Leave even if it hurts; lying here will only make it hurt more."

A burst of laughter erupted in the ward, and even the patient himself couldn't help but laugh.

Gu Lin stood at the back of the crowd, quietly watching the scene, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Truly good doctors don't constantly emphasize how amazing they are.

They simply used the simplest language to get patients to cooperate with the treatment.

Soon, the ward rounds continued.

The second ward, the third ward, the fourth ward...

Various diseases are intertwined.

He has intestinal obstruction, gastric perforation, post-colon cancer surgery, and Crohn's disease.

When Lin Hanchuan reached room number seven, he turned a page of the medical record and suddenly stopped.

"Twenty beds."

The ward door was pushed open, and Gu Lin followed him inside.

The man in the hospital bed was drawing with his daughter when he saw a group of doctors come in. He immediately smiled and hid the drawing paper behind his back, like a primary school student caught red-handed.

"Good morning, Director."

Lin Hanchuan opened the medical record.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"Good."

The man responded with a smile.

"It's just that the hospital's air conditioning is too cold."

His wife, standing nearby, couldn't help but expose him.

"You were the one who stole the blanket."

Gu Lin glanced down at the medical record.

Zhou Mingyuan, 35 years old, has gastric antral cancer and is scheduled to undergo laparoscopic-assisted distal gastrectomy.

Surgery scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

Although he was about to have surgery, he looked to be in good spirits, and even had a smile in his eyes when he spoke, not at all like a cancer patient.

Lin Hanchuan finished his simple physical examination and was about to leave when Zhou Mingyuan suddenly spoke up.

"director."

Lin Hanchuan turned around.

"Um?"

The man scratched his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Will I be fine after the surgery?"

The man's wife subconsciously looked at Lin Hanchuan, her eyes filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

The little girl was still lying on the edge of the bed drawing, completely unaware of anything.

Lin Hanchuan was silent for two seconds, then closed the medical record.

"Let's get the surgery done first, and then we'll take it one step at a time."

Zhou Mingyuan immediately smiled and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I'll do as the director says."

After saying that, he lowered his head and rubbed his daughter's head.

"My little darling, when Daddy gets out of the hospital, I'll take you to the amusement park."

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately.

"real?"

"Of course it's true, would Daddy lie to you?"

Laughter rang out again in the ward.

The ward round team continued forward, with Gu Lin at the back of the crowd, subconsciously glancing back.

In the ward, Zhou Mingyuan was talking to his daughter while holding a drawing paper, and his wife was sitting next to him peeling an apple.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the family of three—a simple scene, yet exceptionally heartwarming.

After the ward rounds were over, the group returned to the doctor's office. They had barely sat down when the phone at the nurses' station rang.

"Dr. Song, the family of patient in bed number 18 is looking for you."

Song Zhe had just turned on his computer when he silently stood up again.

"They're here."

Gu Lin looked at this scene and suddenly felt like laughing.

One of the biggest differences between gastrointestinal surgery and emergency care is that patients are not as anxious, but there are more family members, who sometimes talk more in a day than those in the emergency room.

In the office, everyone had already started working on the morning's tasks.

Gu Lin also turned on his computer and began organizing the information of several patients he had contacted yesterday.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and soon a young nurse poked her head in.

"Doctor, the family of patient number 20 is here. They want to ask about the surgery."

Lin Hanchuan looked up.

"Let them in."

A few minutes later, the office door opened again, and Zhou Mingyuan and his wife entered.

The two were visibly nervous, especially the wife, who was holding a thick stack of medical reports, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Lin Hanchuan gestured for the two to sit down.

This is a very familiar scene in surgery: the preoperative consultation.

Lin Hanchuan opened the medical record, his voice steady.

"The surgical plan has been explained before: laparoscopic-assisted distal gastrectomy for gastric cancer."

"Risks include bleeding, infection, anastomotic leakage, pulmonary complications, etc."

Almost every surgeon can memorize this information, but the real challenge is never explaining it, but making it understandable to patients and their families.

Zhou Mingyuan listened attentively, nodding from time to time.

The wife next to her became increasingly nervous as she listened, her fingers clenching tighter and tighter. Finally, she couldn't help but ask.

"Director, what's the success rate?"

Lin Hanchuan was silent for two seconds before speaking.

"Based on the current examination, the conditions for surgery are good, but no surgery is 100% successful."

His wife nodded gently and didn't say anything more, but Zhou Mingyuan grinned.

"Director, you can just do it directly. I trust you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his wife.

"Don't be nervous, it's not like you're going to the execution ground."

His wife's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she glared at him fiercely.

"Shut up."

Gu Lin sat in the back, quietly watching this scene.

He had seen this scene far too many times in his past life.

Some people broke down in tears, some tried to remain calm, and some didn't even dare to sign their names. Zhou Mingyuan, however, belonged to a different group.

He was clearly in the most danger, yet he also had the most optimistic outcome.

As the conversation ended and the couple prepared to leave, Zhou Mingyuan suddenly scratched his head and asked somewhat embarrassedly.

"Director, my daughter asked me to ask about... that."

Lin Hanchuan looked up.

"What?"

Zhou Mingyuan pointed to Gu Lin, who was not far away.

"Is that handsome doctor going to have surgery the day after tomorrow?"