Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 293: Moral Blackmail

Today’s heart surgery, if it were forty or fifty years later, wouldn’t be complicated. It’s even the most ordinary surgery to Xu Qinghuan. But right now, the conditions in all aspects are not mature, and the difficulty of the surgery is quite high.

The child is still young too.

Xu Qinghuan could say she was highly stressed. The surgery time was also very long; fatigue and exhaustion were inevitable. In her past life, she’d faced even more tiring situations, and she got through them, feeling they were just ordinary affairs.

Because no one asked if she was tired or worn out; even more, no one cared for her. Not even a glance from Jiang Xingye, which would make her feel fragile.

She leans against Jiang Xingye’s chest. He feeds her a bite, then eats a bite himself, and after ten or so bites, he hears the soft and gentle sound of her breathing.

Xu Qinghuan has already fallen asleep.

Jiang Xingye puts down the bowl and chopsticks, staring at her for a long time. She’s nestled in his arms like a child, her lips tightly pursed, and their shape is extremely beautiful. He has often traced them with the tip of his tongue, marking them with his scent and staking his claim.

He lightly touches her cheek with his fingertips, and she burrows further into his arms, displaying some impatience.

Jiang Xingye is amused by her cute look, picks her up, and places her on the bed, removing her shoes and covering her with the blanket.

"Xingye!"

Xu Qinghuan mumbles, reaching out to him. Perhaps because Jiang Xingye had stayed awake several times before, watching her sleep, she mumbles, "Stay with me!"

Jiang Xingye closes the door, lies down beside her, "You sleep, I’ll be right here."

He pulls the blanket over towards himself, placing it across his abdomen. Xu Qinghuan turns over, snuggling into his arms, as if afraid he’ll leave. She places an arm across his abdomen, and even asleep, the corners of her mouth turn up.

In the night, the hurried sound of footsteps could be heard, accompanied by calls for "Doctor Xu," waking them both up. Xu Qinghuan turns over, gets out of bed, puts on her shoes, and rushes out after opening the door.

"What’s going on?" She asks while running towards the ward, thinking it was the child from yesterday’s surgery encountering issues.

"No, it’s not that patient. It’s a patient who came to the emergency room downstairs. Doctor Song said she couldn’t handle it and wanted you to come down and help with the rescue."

Xu Qinghuan then descends the stairs, hearing a familiar voice, "Son, don’t seek death. If you die, what will Mom do?"

Song Yanqing said, "The patient’s family should wait outside and not make noise here. The patient just has acute alcohol poisoning, and with prompt rescue, there is no life-threatening danger. Don’t cause trouble here."

Xu Qinghuan walks over slowly, standing at the door, as Ma Zilan rushed over, "Qinghuan, quickly come see your brother. He’s not thinking straight; no matter what I say, he won’t listen, says his body is ruined, calling himself a waste, solely seeking death!"

Xu Qinghuan ignores her, asking Song Yanqing, "Doctor Song, you had someone call me over. What urgent rescue is needed?"

Song Yanqing’s face showed some embarrassment, "The situation was indeed very urgent just now, but now it’s been rescued. The patient just has some hidden ailments; would you like to help take a look?"

Xu Qinghuan said, "Doctor Song, if I remember correctly, the hospital director here is Comrade Deng Aiguo, not you, right?"

Song Yanqing was also somewhat displeased, "Doctor Xu, what do you mean? I only asked for your help to take a look. If you can’t treat it, I’m not forcing you. As an angel in white, we should have the consciousness to serve the people."

Ma Zilan chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Xu Qinghuan laughed in anger, "I indeed can’t treat it."

After saying that, she was about to leave, but Song Yanqing stopped her, "Doctor Xu, you haven’t even diagnosed him yet; how do you know you can’t treat it?"

Ma Zilan sided, "Yes, Doctor Xu, just help and take a look. You’re a doctor, and doctors treat patients; how can you say you won’t treat and refuse to treat people?"

Song Yanqing also turned quite serious, "Doctor Xu, I don’t know what’s going on between you two? But as a doctor, I think we should have lofty thoughts and a spirit of dedication to the duty and the people.

Before the people and the country, we shouldn’t care about personal feelings."

Xu Qinghuan admits Song Yanqing is a very qualified doctor, whether as a surgical assistant or responsible for medical matters, being very rigorous and working diligently, as she requires Xu Qinghuan to be; in work, she never brings personal feelings.

Xu Qinghuan also respects such a person but not when she morally binds her today as she did to Ren Shanglu in the past.

Reasoning with such a person is hopeless.

Xu Qinghuan said, "Doctor Song, you are great, amazing, but I have never pursued being someone like you; my capability isn’t strong, but the responsibility I want to bear is very large."

Song Yanqing’s expression changed badly, "Doctor Xu, what do you mean? Are you mocking me? As a doctor, do you want to refuse treatment?"

Xu Qinghuan said, "Of course not. You say I haven’t diagnosed this patient. And I tell you, I only need one look to know his condition: impotence, right?"

Song Yanqing was somewhat astonished, with some shame for misunderstanding Xu Qinghuan.

"I can’t treat it, Doctor Song. Since the patient pleaded in front of you, I think you have the responsibility to heal him. If you can’t, then learn! That’s the real attitude of serving the people!"

After saying that, she left the consultation room, with Jiang Xingye waiting for her at the staircase.

Earlier, the commotion in the consultation room, Jiang Xingye heard it all. As they went upstairs together, he squeezed Xu Qinghuan’s hand, "It’s all my fault!"

Xu Qinghuan glanced at him, "Why blame you?"

After entering the room, Xu Qinghuan closed the door.

Jiang Xingye felt a bit downcast, "If not for me, she wouldn’t be pestering you."

"Xingye, it’s not related to you. Don’t take all the blame on yourself. Besides, the matter between you and me isn’t something else. Even if it were your problem, and it truly fell on me, then it wouldn’t matter."

Jiang Xingye made a muffled "Hmm" sound, although pleased with her words, the trouble indeed came from him.

Xu Qinghuan cupped his face, "Moreover, this matter is unrelated to you!"

Speaking of it, it’s still trouble she attracted herself, after all, she took action against Li Ninghua.

Today, she is angry not at Ma Zilan, but at Song Yanqing.

It isn’t the first time.

"What are you thinking?" Jiang Xingye’s voice is deep, a pleasant bass sound, it resonates and makes one’s heart tingle.

"Nothing." Xu Qinghuan cups his face, standing on tiptoe, leaning towards his lips. Jiang Xingye embraces her, lowering his head, placing his lips before her.

The kiss is somewhat intense.

Not long ago, the two had a dispute, making both feel uncertain. They’ve been suppressing it, sometimes catching each other’s eyes, they’re quite restrained, coincidentally in the hospital, it seems they both know nothing will be done.

But once they collide, the feeling of thunder and lightning arises.

Unknowingly, Xu Qinghuan is placed on the table by Jiang Xingye, behind them are the footsteps of people passing by, occasionally catching voices, and they’re doing such things separated by a wall, carrying a concealed excitement.