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Lin Hanchuan was stunned for a moment.

"Um?"

Zhou Mingyuan laughed even more embarrassedly.

"My daughter said he's handsome, and she thinks a handsome doctor must be skilled."

The office fell silent instantly, and Song Zhe almost spat out his water.

"No way, what kind of logic is that!"

Gu Lin: "..."

Lin Hanchuan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"meeting."

Zhou Mingyuan chuckled twice, then returned to his ward satisfied.

The gastrointestinal surgery department is very busy, but unlike the chaotic scene in the emergency room, the busyness here is a well-organized kind of busy.

Gu Lin had just gone to the restroom when he returned to find a stack of medical records on the table.

"Bed 23's treatment progress."

"Preoperative record for bed 27"

"And the patient information for tomorrow's surgery."

Gu Lin glanced down at it; it was a thick stack.

Song Zhe smiled very kindly.

"This is only part of it."

Several resident trainees nearby burst into laughter, and one of them whispered a sarcastic remark.

"Teacher Song said that he went through the same thing before."

Gu Lin smiled but didn't say anything, and immediately started working.

The office gradually quieted down, with only the sound of keyboards clicking and the occasional sound of a nurse making a phone call.

Time passed slowly, and as noon approached, Gu Lin finally finished organizing the last preoperative medical record.

Just as he was about to stretch his neck, Song Zhe suddenly walked over and handed him a medical examination report.

"have a look."

Gu Lin took it; it was a preoperative enhanced CT scan of a stomach cancer patient.

"Twenty beds?"

"Um."

Song Zhe pulled up a chair and sat down.

"The director said there will be a pre-operative discussion tomorrow, and you will participate."

He had gotten used to the director's special treatment of Gu Lin, and he wasn't jealous.

In his view, being given special attention by the director was not necessarily a good thing.

Gu Lin nodded and began to watch the video carefully.

A mass was found in the antrum of the stomach, with local thickening of the gastric wall and mild enlargement of the surrounding lymph nodes, but no obvious signs of distant metastasis. This is a standard preoperative imaging finding for gastric cancer.

A few minutes later, Gu Lin put down the film.

"It appears to be resectable."

Song Zhe nodded.

"The same as the director's assessment."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled.

"Gastrointestinal surgery is actually quite interesting. Many times, a successful surgery is just the beginning."

Gu Lin looked up, and Song Zhe pointed to the ward in the distance.

Whether a patient can truly recover sometimes depends on luck.

After saying that, he got up to answer the phone.

Gu Lin looked at the CT scan on the table, lost in thought.

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a young nurse poked her head in, looking somewhat anxious.

"The patient in bed 21 is bleeding from their wound."

Song Zhe's expression immediately turned serious as soon as he finished the phone call.

Is it serious?

"There aren't many yet, but the families are a bit panicked."

Song Zhe frowned and turned to look at Gu Lin.

"Let's go take a look."

The two walked quickly toward the ward, and as soon as they got close to the corridor, they could hear the anxious voices of the family members.

"Why is there bleeding? Wasn't the surgery supposed to go smoothly?"

Several people were gathered at the entrance of the ward, and the nurses were patiently calming them down.

The patient in the bed had undergone radical gastrectomy for gastric cancer less than a day ago, and a small patch of dark red blood was seeping from the edge of the abdominal incision.

The amount wasn't actually that large, but it was frightening enough for the family members.

Song Zhe stepped forward to check the wound and then glanced at the drainage bag.

"It's not a big problem. Postoperative bleeding is common. Just reapply pressure bandage and observe the amount of bleeding."

The family members visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Gu Lin stood beside them and helped the nurse re-secure the dressing.

The whole process is not complicated, but it requires a lot of patience.

For doctors, this is just a common post-operative situation, but for patients and their families, every drop of blood feels like a major incident.

After treating the wound, the two walked back to the office. As they passed bed number 20, Gu Lin glanced casually at the table.

Then his gaze paused slightly.

There was a diary on the table, filled with dense writing, with the top few large characters standing out.

—Postoperative Recovery Plan.

Article 1: Take my daughter to the amusement park after she is discharged from the hospital.

Article 2: Quit smoking.

Article 3: Find a new job.

Article 4: Pay off the mortgage.

Article 5: Take your wife and daughter on a trip once.

The handwriting wasn't exactly neat, and some parts even had been erased, as if it had been carefully written after much deliberation.

Gu Lin stared at the page, momentarily at a loss for words.

The ward was quiet. Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the edges of the pages, bringing a simple yet indescribable warmth.

Zhou Mingyuan closed the notebook and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

My wife says I dream all the time.

"But everyone needs to have some goals, right?"

He said this with a slightly embarrassed tone.

Gu Lin was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice.

"fine."

Zhou Mingyuan was immediately delighted.

"Right? I think so too."

He looked down and lightly tapped the line for "finding a new job".

"Last year, the company laid off employees, and I happened to be one of them."

"I originally planned to rest for two months before looking again, but my stomach kept feeling uncomfortable, so I kept putting it off until I ended up in the hospital."

After he finished speaking, he turned the page again.

Later, she even meticulously wrote down her daily post-operative walking time, diet plan, and smoking cessation check-in.

At the very bottom, there was a sentence written crookedly.

—Trying to live as long as possible.

Zhou Mingyuan lowered his voice.

"Dr. Gu, I have a question for you, just between us."

"Um?"

"Is my illness... actually quite serious?"

Not far away, his wife was helping their daughter draw. The little girl was lying on the edge of the bed, holding a colored pencil and laughing happily.

Zhou Mingyuan looked at the mother and daughter, his smile fading slightly, but he still tried his best to appear relaxed.

"Actually, I can tell. My wife has been secretly crying in the middle of the night for the past few days. As soon as I wake up, she says that something got into her eye."

As he said this, he laughed first, but the laugh looked somewhat forced.

Gu Lin looked at him, and after a few seconds, he spoke calmly.

"Focus on performing the surgery well first; don't scare yourself about what will happen later."

Zhou Mingyuan remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Too."

He looked down again at the book, "Post-operative Recovery Plan".

He drew a thick horizontal line after the fourth item with a black pen.

Pay off the mortgage.

A small note was added next to it: "Don't let your wife shoulder the burden alone."

Then he picked up his pen and, very seriously, drew a small checkmark next to "accompanying his daughter to the amusement park"...