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After the internal report concluded, Zhou Mingyuan's follow-up materials were gradually compiled.

Supplementary pathology reports, imaging re-examination reports, and treatment discussion records are all archived into the system.

Song Zhe carried the last stack of documents into the office and put them on the table.

"congratulations."

"Um?"

Song Zhe glanced down at the stack of neatly organized medical records, a smile playing on his lips.

"The phase of treatment for Zhou Mingyuan's case has come to an end."

Gu Lin glanced at the documents.

"Continue chemotherapy and follow-up."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Song Zhe waved his hand, as if he had expected him to say that.

"I know that in the eyes of you conscientious doctors, there is never a true end to a case."

Lin Hanchuan, who was standing next to him, flipped through the medical records and spoke calmly.

"If you know, then go and finish writing your medical history."

Song Zhe glanced at the unfinished medical record on his desk, his expression freezing for a second.

Very well, happiness disappeared very suddenly.

The next day, Zhou Mingyuan was successfully discharged from the hospital.

In the ward, he had changed into his own clothes. Although he had lost a lot of weight, his spirits were noticeably better than when he was first admitted to the hospital.

Lin Hanchuan and Gu Lin completed their discharge consultation together.

The schedule for follow-up examinations, subsequent chemotherapy arrangements, and dietary precautions were all clearly explained.

Zhou Mingyuan and his wife listened very attentively.

After everything was said, Zhou Mingyuan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Director Lin, Dr. Gu."

Thank you.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"I know I'll need to continue treatment, but at least for now, I can go home."

Gu Lin looked at them and said softly:

"Have a follow-up examination on time."

"I'm coming back for chemotherapy as planned."

Zhou Mingyuan nodded earnestly.

"Don't worry, I know everything."

As I left the ward, sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows.

Zhou Mingyuan sat in a wheelchair and was pushed towards the elevator by his wife.

As he reached the elevator, he turned back and waved to Gu Lin.

"Dr. Gu, see you next time."

At this moment, the system interface silently lit up.

[Phase 1 Completed: First In-Hospital Case Presentation]

[Case Study: Zhou Mingyuan – End of Phase of Treatment]

Overall Rating: Excellent

[Award Received: Improved Clinical Research Presentation Skills]

[Hidden Research Route Progress: 65%]

The patient has been discharged, the medical records have been archived, and subsequent chemotherapy and follow-up will continue.

He didn't create a miracle, but he did his best to give patients as many possibilities as possible.

Often, the most precious thing in medicine is not miracles, but doing your best within limited conditions.

Gu Lin closed the system interface and continued to look through the medical records in his hand.

After finishing his work, Song Zhe suddenly came over.

"Gu Lin".

"Um?"

"Zhou Mingyuan was successfully discharged from the hospital, and the case report has also come to a successful conclusion."

Song Zhe patted him on the shoulder.

"It's my treat today, how about we go out for a game of cards?"

Gu Lin looked up and saw Song Zhe smiling with exceptional sincerity.

"Don't refuse, consider it a celebration."

Gu Lin was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"it is good."

"That's more like it."

Seeing that Gu Lin agreed, Song Zhe immediately perked up.

"I've made up my mind. Nobody is allowed to mention the medical records today. Whoever does, pays the bill."

Gu Lin rested his chin on his hand and chuckled softly.

"Then you might go bankrupt."

Song Zhe slowly turned his head, as if he hadn't realized that Gu Lin would actually undermine him.

"What do you mean?"

"From the moment you leave the house until the food is served, you can mention it at least ten times."

Lin Hanchuan, who was organizing documents nearby, added a casual remark upon hearing this.

"Too conservative."

Song Zhe: "..."

He pointed at the two of them defiantly, his expression full of innocence.

"You are colluding to slander us."

Gu Lin rarely went along with what he said.

"There is evidence."

"What evidence?"

"Last week, the deputy director invited us to dinner, and you said you didn't want to talk about work."

"and then?"

"Ten minutes later, they started analyzing one of your new patients from today."

Song Zhe opened his mouth, but couldn't come up with a rebuttal for a long time. In the end, he could only sigh in resignation.

"Fine, I admit it."

"Being a doctor inevitably brings some occupational hazards."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Lin Hanchuan, his eyes shining.

"Director, you didn't come with us last time, how can you bear to refuse me this time?"

Lin Hanchuan was looking at the documents in his hand when he heard this, and took a moment to glance at Song Zhe.

"I'm busy."

Although he had already guessed the answer, being rejected so decisively still felt like a knife to his heart.

"Director, is it really that direct?"

"I have an online academic conference tonight, and I haven't finished organizing the materials."

Song Zhe immediately showed an expression of "I knew it".

"I knew it."

"The director is such a workaholic that he dedicates all his rest time to scientific research."

Lin Hanchuan looked up at him.

"Have you finished completing your medical record?"

Song Zhe immediately made a shushing gesture.

"Never mind what I said."

Gu Lin smiled gently.

"Then we'll be going now, Director."

"Um."

Even after leaving the office, Song Zhe couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you think Director Lin has ever actually taken a vacation throughout the year?"

Gu Lin stroked his chin, thinking carefully.

"Maybe."

"When?"

"When the meeting is held in a different city."

Song Zhe: "..."

Your answer is even more hurtful than saying nothing at all.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

As the light from the corridor fell, Gu Lin's face still showed signs of fatigue, but he appeared noticeably more relaxed than before.

"Seriously."

"You did a great job this time."

Gu Lin paused slightly.

Song Zhe put away his usual carefree attitude.

"There have been many changes since I first came to the department."

"You deserve a lot of credit for Zhou Mingyuan's success today."

"It's not just my achievement."

"I know."

Song Zhe nodded, as if he had expected him to say that.

"But don't keep pushing away what's rightfully yours."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Gu Lin smiled gently.

"Thanks."

Song Zhe immediately returned to normal.

"No need to thank me, I'm the one treating, you just need to eat more."

"it is good."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The idea of ​​having a good meal ultimately ended up in the alley behind the hospital.

A stir-fry restaurant that has been open for many years.

The storefront is small, and the signboard looks a bit old from the cooking fumes, but it's quite crowded during dinner time.

Song Zhe pulled out a chair and sat down with practiced ease. When he picked up the menu, his tone finally showed a hint of relaxation, as if he were off work.

"The shredded potatoes and stir-fried pork with chili peppers at this restaurant are pretty good."

"When I first started graduate school, I would come here to treat myself whenever I had a little money."

Gu Lin sat down opposite him, and upon hearing this, looked up at him.

"Did Professor Song pursue her graduate studies in this department?"

"yes?"

Song Zhe looked up at the sky, as if he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"So Teacher Song was just as poor as I am now back then..."

Song Zhe put down the menu, and a few seconds later, he uttered a profound sigh from the depths of his soul.

"Isn't studying medicine tough?"

He handed the menu to the proprietress, looking like he was about to cry.

"Especially young doctors."

"No money, no feeling, no partner."

"In short, a product without a manufacturer, manufacturer, or production date."