Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“I don’t care. Just quickly transfer me five thousand yuan. I’ve run out of money!”
Yeah, right. As if I’ll do that.
Her dad had passed away in her second year of middle school, and he had left her a sum of money for her to continue her education ’til college.
That sum of money, however, got squandered off by her mother before she could even graduate from high school.
And so, she’d had to take on part-time jobs while studying in order to support herself through college. If her mother had treated her better, she would still have considered performing her filial duties toward her.
Alas, Ma Xueyan went through a drastic change of attitude after her husband’s demise, and all she could think of was how she could extort money from her daughter. How could such a mother exist?
Yan Nian was prepared to hang up the call on the former when she heard a shrill voice saying, “Bring him back this weekend or I’ll go smash your flower shop.”
D*mn it!
What kind of mother is she?
Speechless, she ended the call and calmed herself down by taking in two deep breaths.
Only then did Jiang Beiyuan’s gaze landed on her. “What’s the matter?”
She snorted unkindly at him. “Mom wants us to go home for a meal this weekend.”
The man stiffened in surprise for a moment before suddenly breaking into a deep, brilliant smile. His gaze was locked on her as his thin lips parted.
“Repeat that.”
Feeling perplexed, she scratched a nose as she answered, “Mom wants us home for dinner this weekend. What’s wrong?”
I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?
He balled up a hand, brought it up to his mouth, and coughed twice.
It seemed like an attempt to conceal his laughter lest she saw through him.
He gave her a “Hm” in reply, his voice sounding obviously a lot lighter. “We’ll have to go this Saturday, then.”
With that, he tidied away the game, got to his feet, and said in great spirits, “I have to thank Mrs. Jiang for giving in to me today. We’ll have another match next time.”
Yan Nian: “…”
Why is this man such a tsundere 1 ? How dare he pretend to be at a disadvantage when he received a gain?!
…
The following day.
Sure enough, it was just as Zhang Fan predicted. Jiang Beiyuan received plenty of uninvited stares as he made his way up from the ground floor to the eighth floor of the hospital.
Without even checking the hospital forum, he knew that the news of him carrying his wife had surely caused a sensation among his colleagues.
Whatever.
He was not concerned about all these, anyway.
It was 8:30 AM, Thursday, when the thoracic department conducted their routine morning meeting.
There were no empty seats in the meeting room. Everyone had arrived for the meeting, even Jiang Beiyuan, who had arrived late.
No one dared say anything about his late arrival. Rather, they had long kept a seat for him should he be held up for fear of antagonizing him.
The one presiding over the meeting was his department head, Wang Shuang.
It was only after seeing that he had full attendance when he surveyed the room that the department head finally opened his mouth. “Yesterday, a patient who had been coughing for four months was sent to our department. According to his CT scan results, there’s a tumor of 15-cm diameter pressing on his left lung. Here’s the patient’s medical report—”
With that, he pushed the document straight to the subordinate closest to him — Jiang Beiyuan.
“See if you can perform this surgery.”
Should the latter, the department’s best surgeon, deem this surgery too complex for his skills, it would mean that no one else would likely be able to perform a successful surgery.
With a hand rubbing his chin, Jiang Beiyuan closely looked through the report for several seconds before nodding his head lightly and saying in his deep voice, “It’s possible, but I can guarantee a success rate of only about 80 to 90 percent.”
Ninety percent?
That’s already a very high success rate, alright?!
Wang Shuang secretly heaved a sigh of relief as he patted his chest. “Well, that’s enough. With Dr. Jiang around, our department’s good reputation will go down in history.”
The rest of the people: “…”
Despite being their department head, the man was not as skilled as the said subordinate. Plus, it was not his first time being a bootlicker to Jiang Beiyuan, so everyone was used to the sight.