Doctor Tang had not gotten a wink of sleep after monitoring He Juan's condition all night long together with Jia Molei. Now that He Juan had finally become stable thanks to the presence of his true mate, he returned to his office and intended to get a little shuteye.
He was no longer young and his body could not endure such an intense all-nighter like he did back in the days. Right now he was so sleepy that he could feel his eyelids gluing together. Alas, just as he was laying down on the couch, his pager suddenly buzzed.
The cultured and dignified Doctor Tang had a sudden urge to curse. "Fu–Fudge!"
He let out a frustrated groan. The nurses in the Pheromones Department knew better than to disturb his rest. If his pager buzzed at a time like this, then it only meant one thing: an emergency situation. He only had one patient in the ICU. Thinking that something bad had happened to He Juan, he hastily got up, wore his white coat and jogged to the patient ward again.
