Chapter 546: Chapter 546
A figure, at the deep hour of four or five in the morning, a time when human sleep peaks, fatigue sets in, and vigilance is at its lowest, everyone locked in their dreamscapes by the Duke of Zhou. The shadow that sneaked into Xiao Jianming’s hospital room was obviously well aware of this, as it edged in and saw Uncle Tang’s face submerged in dreams, the faintest hint of a smile curled the corner of their mouth, as if they had expected this all along.
The person approached the hand that Xiao Jianming was receiving an IV drip from and started to examine the IV fluid that was being administered.
The big boss’s medical files were, of course, highly confidential, and apart from the chief medical officer, no one knew all the details. But even if the chief medical officer had shown the files to others, whether the information written was true or false, no one knew for sure; probably only the chief medical officer or the medical staff who treated the patient was fully aware.
Xiao Shulan was skeptical of exactly this point.
Su Yide inspected the information on the IV bag, unable to make heads or tails of the medication within. Next, he pulled a syringe from his pocket, inserted it into the IV bag, drew out some of the fluid, and dotted two drops onto a test strip he carried with him.
Once he saw that there was a reaction on the test strip, Su Yide’s eyes lit up: It seemed the waters ran deep in this hospital! Just as Xiao Shulan had thought, there were others doing sneaky things like them.
But why would those people want Xiao Jianming to keep sleeping?
It appeared someone had already guessed why.
With that in mind, Su Yide returned the syringe, after drawing the liquid, to his left pocket and took another syringe from the right pocket. While doing this, he kept his back to the camera in the corner of the room, then aimed the syringe at the IV port, prepared to insert it and inject when—
Suddenly a voice appeared at the door of the room:
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Su Yide spun around, his fingers trembling, and the unsecured syringe dropped into the palm of his hand, the exposed needle pricking him. Su Yide didn’t even have time to cry out in pain before hurriedly pocketing the syringe, ready to leave the room. As he brushed past the person who had questioned him at the door, he said, "What are you doing here? Doctor Ou, is this a place where you should be?"
Ou Yanan’s gaze first fixed on the patient monitor connected to the bedridden figure, and upon seeing no variations in the lines, turned to pursue Su Yide.
Su Yide picked up his pace, oblivious to the fact that the other party was determinedly following right behind him. Reaching the corridor entrance, Su Yide pushed through the fire door and into the stairwell, turned around, and faced Ou Yanan, who had caught up to him.
Ou Yanan, upon reaching the stairwell and seeing that he had not run away, lifted the corners of her mouth and said, "You can’t run away, Su Yide. You’re not fit to be a doctor!"
Su Yide seemed to pay no heed to her words, his expression instead taking on a hint of composure as he simply asked, "Who put you on my tail?
"No," Ou Yanan denied, "I’m on duty tonight. According to procedure, I have to check on all the wards. When I got here, I just happened to see you lurking about, not sure what you were up to."
In charge of the hospital already? So soon? This kid made it to in charge of the hospital already? He had only just entered clinical practice not long before. Su Yide thought about his own experience; it wasn’t until his third year of clinical work that he barely managed to become an acting chief resident.
Comparing oneself to others will only make one frustrated, that’s precisely what they say. It’s not that Su Yide didn’t work hard, in college or during his clinical training—he spent every day in the library researching, doing his utmost, and studying hard. But somehow, some people are just born with a great mind, they learn fast, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t compare to them.