Translator:
Noodletown Translated
Editor:
Noodletown Translated
Wait… am I hallucinating? Why are you here, Mr. Qin?
Huo Mian asked with a smile.
Mr. Qin missed you too much.
Qin Chu said as the corners of his lips curled into a gentle smile…
If you were lucky enough to look into his eyes right at that moment, you would be melted by his expression.
Huo Mian didn’t say anything else, but immediately jumped up to him and put her arms around his neck…
The good thing was this was her private office, or else others might see this adorable side of their usually indifferent head nurse.
Did you just get off work?
Huo Mian beamed at him.
Yeah.
Have you eaten?
No.
Um… what should we do then? I already ate, I wouldn’t have if I had known you were coming.
It’s fine, I’m not hungry.
Still. Wait, let me find you something to eat.
Huo Mian grabbed Qin Chu’s hand and gestured for him to sit down. Then, she opened a small cabinet under her desk.
She pulled everything out, and there were quite a lot of snacks…
It was all the food that she ate when she was too busy and didn’t have time to eat.
There was Sachima, date cakes, ham sausages, jelly, and yogurt drinks.
Hurry up and have some, or else it’ll be bad for your stomach. Once I finish what I’m doing, I’ll go with you to a nearby restaurant.
No, it’s fine, this is good.
Qin Chu never ate junk food, but he knew that Huo Mian wanted to share everything she had with him, just like a kindergarten kid sharing her favorite candy with a friend.
Qin Chu bit into a piece of cake and took a sip of yogurt…
Huo Mian immediately passed him some tissue from her desk…
Have you been busy?
a concerned Qin Chu asked her.
Yeah, ortho is a busy department to begin with, and today we took in one of Director Li’s neurology patients, so… things might get even busier.
During their busy days, she had to take more night shifts and hence had less time to spend with Qin Chu.
Don’t worry about me, just take care of yourself. I don’t want you to overwork yourself, it’s not good for your body.
Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of myself. I promise,
Huo Mian promised as she raised her hand.
Qin Chu looked at her and smiled lovingly…
He knew that Huo Mian loved medical research, so he supported her work, 100%.
He never complained and never said that she was working so hard for so little money.
Because some professions could not be measured with money… It was about value.
If a person’s heart was small, they would only pay attention to the smaller picture and hence would not have broad horizons.
If a person’s heart was big, they would pay attention to the bigger picture, and hence, have broader horizons.
Qin Chu always knew that Huo Mian wasn’t a normal white-collar employee. She was an arrogant medical genius.
Honey, when you were at Harvard Med, you studied under a lot of famous professors, right? Have you ever studied neurology?
Just a little.
Qin Chu put down his yogurt drink and answered modestly.
I’m wracking my brain on a neurology case and was hoping that you could help me out a little. Here, take a look at the patient’s overall stats.
Huo Mian handed a complete copy of Ni Yang’s chart over to Qin Chu.
After reading carefully, he summarized,
This patient is suffering from major depression and is at high risk for suicide. People like them can’t really be cured, and if we were in the U.S., doctors will prescribe him with antidepressants of some sort to get the patient’s emotions under control.
Right, the patient is currently taking meds, but they’re not working. I think it has something to do with his pressure at work. Most importantly, I think it’s because he was once betrayed and therefore has been feeling suppressed. He doesn’t have a good outlet for his emotions. I would suggest that he stop taking medications before undergoing psychotherapy.
What’s your game plan?
Qin Chu looked at Huo Mian and asked her quietly.
