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“For this matter, huh?” Lu Yinxi opened the file bag without changing her expression and looked at the data, “Okay, I know already.”
Jian Qing slightly raised an eyebrow and asked: “Don’t you care?”
Is it because you haven’t considered being together, and therefore don’t care, or is it because no matter what kind of family history she has, you don’t care at all?
“I do care.” Lu Yinxi pinched the medical records, pondering for a moment with her head lowered, as if she suddenly figured something out, then looked at Jian Qing, smiled warmly, her eyes full, “You being able to tell me these things means you trust me, and I care more about that.”
Jian Qing did not smile, her face serious: “If we are together, and if one day I fall ill, you will have a hard time.”
Lu Yinxi said: “That is also just an ‘if’. In your oncology department, there are still many relatives with a family history of cancer, and yet they can still find wives, find husbands, marry, have children, and live their lives.”
Jian Qing said: “In a heterosexual family, there is marriage as a guarantee, and both families can serve as support points.”
Lu Yinxi’s smile was gentle: “Families that drag each other down are not uncommon, and neither are relatives who abandon their spouses and children. If we are together and if you fall ill, I will certainly take good care of you, because if I fall ill, you would also take good care of me; if in the end we cannot be together, it certainly won’t be because of this reason.”
She added: “If it were a heterosexual family, I would indeed consider more, consider whether we are well-matched, consider each other’s economic conditions and family medical history, but with you and me, we cannot get a certificate in the country, so I don’t need to factor those in as additional considerations. I don’t need to consider if you are an economically suitable partner. So, you have a family history of mental illness, I know, but it’s okay.”
Jian Qing faintly smiled, feeling as if relieved of a burden, and responded: “Good.”
Lu Yinxi put away the medical records and documents, recalling her past university life. After a moment, she gently sighed and said: “Then I’ll confess something to you as well. If I tell you that this personality of mine only has a high school diploma, would you be surprised?”
Jian Qing shook her head: “Learning ability is more important than education. Education just gives you more choices.”
Lu Yinxi nodded thoughtfully: “Didn’t I say before that I wanted to talk to you about my achievements and history? I can tell you now…”
Her mother, Gu Mingyu, is a professor at a certain university’s medical school and the director of cardiothoracic surgery at the affiliated hospital, known for being cold and strong-willed.
Gu Mingyu was busy with work, and after her father passed away, she was left to be cared for by her grandmother in the countryside. The relationship between mother and daughter was very cold.
At the age of 10, she was brought back to the city by Gu Mingyu to attend school.
Gu Mingyu, who had been cold and strong-willed for half her life, suddenly saw her daughter raised in the countryside for a few years, turned into a cowardly, soft, easily bullied and useless appearance, and disliked it greatly, so she directly sent her to a Sanda1 training class.
Later in school, when girls were bullied, they loved to cling to her arm and cry. Whenever they cried, she softened and, without a word, stood up for them, beating others black and blue, which resulted in a fierce reputation, and no one dared to talk about love with her.
After the college entrance exam, she was admitted to the medical school where Gu Mingyu worked.
It was an eight-year clinical medicine program, a continuous study from bachelor’s to doctorate.
The eight-year clinical program implements a last-place elimination system, where students with failing end-of-term grades will be demoted to the five-year clinical program. Every end-of-term period, students’ pressure is no less than that of the college entrance exam.
From the summer vacation after the college entrance exam, Gu Mingyu arranged for her to intern at the affiliated hospital, briefly observing each department once, including administrative logistics.
When it was the turn of the oncology department, something happened.
Because of that incident, she gave up studying medicine, went north alone, and signed with a film and television company that had filmed medical dramas in the hospital, switching to the entertainment industry.
That year, everyone thought she had gone crazy, abandoning a great future, dropping out to mix in the entertainment circle.
Gu Mingyu rarely took leave, flew to Beijing, and slapped her several times, hoping to wake her up.
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The result was that the person wasn’t awakened, and the already precarious mother-daughter relationship was completely broken. For the following few years, they were like strangers.
The entertainment circle was also not that easy to navigate.
Less than two months after signing the contract, the manager arranged for Lu Yinxi to accompany drinks.
Lu Yinxi initially thought it was a normal social engagement, but who knew that in the KTV, those investors continuously took advantage.
She directly swung a slap over, and relying on having practiced Sanda for a few years, delivered a fast, accurate, and fierce kick to the man’s vital spot, kicking him into the hospital. Along with that, the investment project also failed, and the company lost a large sum of money, shelving her for a year.
That year, the company ignored her. She ran to film sets herself, worked as an extra, did part-time jobs, saved on food and expenses, and lived in Beijing’s cheapest basement. In her most destitute times, she ate only some boiled vegetables all day, and when extremely hungry, she desperately drank water to fill her stomach.
She encountered many people who wanted to keep her.
Both men and women.
Her appearance was pure, with a bit of delicate, clean scholarly air, which very much attracted wealthy people’s liking, who said that seeing her could recall the feeling of first love.
Of course, when a slap was swung over, all those feelings became illusions.
During this period, Gu Mingyu came to find Lu Yinxi once, delivering a meal of cold sarcasm, and wanted to take her home.
She did not return.
Gu Mingyu asked: “Did you see some star during filming that you foolishly want to follow?”
Lu Yinxi said: “I am not following anyone, I am just doing it for myself. When I was young, you didn’t care for me, so now don’t interfere with my decisions.”
The previous sentence was still calm in tone, but the next sentence carried a trace of resentment.
Gu Mingyu listened and didn’t speak for quite a while. After a long pause, she finally said: “It wasn’t easy for me to walk out of the countryside. Life was very hard before. Now I’ve paved the way for you, don’t be blessed without realizing it.”
Lu Yinxi replied: “I do not need it.”
Gu Mingyu nodded: “Then I’ll wait to see you make a fool of yourself.” With that, she left.
She did not get to see a joke. Perhaps extreme hardship leads to prosperity, and after being shelved for a year, in the third year, Lu Yinxi took on a small role and became an overnight sensation.
Having changed careers halfway, her business ability could only be described as barely qualified, relying entirely on her looks to get by, which led to many disliking her as black fans.
At first, these black fans liked to attack her education, as other group artists at least attended a specialty school, while she only had a high school diploma, lowering the average education, which they deemed low.
Later, it was revealed that her college entrance exam scores were very high, and she had dropped out of a certain medical university to pursue her dream. Black fans no longer mocked her for education but switched to mocking her business ability, also spreading some groundless rumors, saying she had accompanied drinks and sat on stage.
Lu Yinxi indeed had no talent for singing or dancing, so she switched to acting early on. At twenty-four years old, she won the Best Newcomer Award with a certain film, and from then on, she slowly stood firm in the entertainment circle.
Gu Mingyu never contacted her again.
Instead, the family’s uncles and aunts called her every few days, persuading her to go home, lower her head, and admit defeat.
She was unwilling.
Why? She felt she was not wrong, so why must she bow her head?
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Bowing her head would mean being looked down upon by Gu Mingyu.
She did not want to be looked down upon by her own mother.
The result of no one willing to bow their head is that the mother and daughter remain in a stalemate until now.
As they spoke to the end, Jian Qing hadn’t had time to express any opinion before being called by a phone to Oncology Ward Two to help with a rescue.
Lu Yinxi also followed along.
Today’s on-duty doctor in Ward Two is Qian Xiaoyu, who is several months pregnant.
With her big belly, she finished rescuing the patient, saw Lu Yinxi, and sighed: “Xiaolu, when you were here at night, our Ward Two always felt especially peaceful. Are you our lucky star?”
“If so, I’ll pass all the luck to the baby.” Lu Yinxi said, smiling, as she touched her belly. “When can you start not doing night shifts?”
Qian Xiaoyu has been pregnant for 6 months already. Usually, everyone is cautious not to let her handle chemotherapy drugs, and patients returning from radiotherapy or just done with PET-CT also actively keep a distance from her. Every time Jian Qing, as the second line, takes shifts with her, she chooses to stay at the hospital.
“At 7 months, I can stop doing night shifts, and maybe a week before the due date, I can take a leave.” Qian Xiaoyu also touched her big belly. “Our department is still okay; like last time in obstetrics, there was a warrior who worked until delivery, and colleagues directly carried her into the operating room to deliver.”
Lu Yinxi laughed and said: “It’s not easy for anyone.”
Zhang Yue leaned over: “Sister Yu, be careful of setting a flag.”
During a night shift, you absolutely cannot say tonight is very peaceful, because once you do, eight or nine times out of ten, you’ll have an unpeaceful night.
Qian Xiaoyu slapped Zhang Yue’s head away: “Ugly thing, go away. My little baby wants to see a little beauty.”
Zhang Yue asked: “Is it a little brother?”
“It’s a little cotton-padded jacket.”
Zhang Yue shamelessly leaned over again: “Same sex repels, opposite sex attracts.”
“Who gave you that confidence?”
While they were laughing and joking, the on-duty nurse hurriedly walked into the office: “Doctor Xiaoyu, bed 32 reports a critical value.”
Qian Xiaoyu slapped Zhang Yue’s head: “You’re a crow’s mouth.”
Zhang Yue immediately put away his playful smile, picked up the iPad, pulled up the medical record, and walked towards the ward: “I’ll go take a look, Sister Yu, you handle the registration.”
Critical values need to be recorded in the critical value register and the handover book. Qian Xiaoyu took out the notebook to register, and on the computer, opened the medical record of the patient in bed 12.
During the previous night shift, Lu Yinxi experienced the comfort of sleeping until dawn.
On today’s night shift, Lu Yinxi lives in fear of the phone ringing.
With few people on the night shift, Jian Qing was called to the upstairs hematology department to help with a rescue, and the on-duty nurse and doctor were handling critical values in the ward.
The laboratory and imaging department took turns calling, reporting critical values.
“Sister Yu, bed 6 reports a critical value, hypercalcemia, 5.7 mmol!2“
“Bed 45 reports a critical value…”
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“Bed 60 reports a critical value…”
“Bed 10 has chest pain, woke up from the pain, can’t sleep, wants us to prescribe medicine… Hey, it’s Sangsang, Xiaolu, do you want to go over and take a look?”
Lu Yinxi was in the office waiting for Jian Qing to return, and was suddenly surprised to hear Sangsang’s name: “Isn’t Sangsang usually returning to the hospital for chemotherapy in the middle of the month? Why is she in the hospital now?”
Moreover, Jian Qing also didn’t tell her…
Lu Yinxi walked towards the ward and saw the little girl, weakly lying on the hospital bed, thin to the point of being skin and bones.
Beside the bed was her ordinary, weathered old mother, with a hunched body, graying hair, dark and rough skin, and fingers thick and short, layered with thick calluses, with nails that were thick and finger gaps filled with black dirt.
Seeing Lu Yinxi, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and warmly handed Lu Yinxi several oranges: “Doctor Xiaolu, you’ve come, have some oranges, have some oranges, we grew them ourselves.”
From the mountain nook, the husband and wife had carried two big boxes of oranges, taking both a car and a train, to personally deliver them to the provincial city hospital.
The author has something to say:
Rushing for the rankings, it’s a bit messy, sorry, I’ll fix it tomorrow.
Footnotes
- Sanda: Also known as Sanshou, is a Chinese martial art that combines striking techniques, throws, and sweeps, emphasizing both stand-up fighting and quick, fluid movement. It integrates elements of traditional kung fu with practical, combat-oriented techniques, often used in competitive settings.
- Hypercalcemia: A condition characterized by an abnormally high level of calcium in the blood, and a measurement of 5.7 mmol/L indicates a significantly elevated calcium level, which can be a sign of underlying health issues such as hyperparathyroidism or cancer.