The night in the old district was quiet and long.
It'd been a long time since she went home, so Fang Yan washed up briefly and helped her grandmother tidy up a few sets of clothes after leaving the ward.
After cleaning up, Fang Yan finally lay on the bed. She looked up at the painting on the wall and wanted to cry.
Her grandfather loved to paint when he was alive, and her grandmother had always taken good care of his paintings, just like how she took care of Fang Yan. Her mother had danced for more than 20 years, and her quiet personality was also like her grandmother's. Why did it seem like a genetic mutation when it came to her uncle?
Fang Yan rolled around, feeling a headache coming on.
If she didn't know Cheng Zheng, would she believe that nonsense like her uncle?
However, this question only spun in Fang Yan's mind for a moment before she extinguished it. Cheng Zheng's image was already very vivid in front of her eyes. No matter what, she could not associate him with a morally corrupt person.
Fang Yan recalled asking the head nurse about Cheng Zheng's ward rounds yesterday.
Liu Min told her that other than the routine ward rounds in the morning, Cheng Zheng was especially attentive to the patients that he would perform surgery on, especially during the recovery period a few days after the surgery.
"As for your grandmother, the director has obviously come to visit her twice already despite being on leave!"
Fang Yan thought about Liu Min's words and suddenly sat up from the bed.
Patient visits and ward rounds.
Tonight, when she returned home, only her uncle accompanied her grandmother. If Cheng Zheng went over to check on her grandma, would anything bad happen?
Zhang Yan's murderous temper…
It was almost five o'clock when Fang Yan pushed open the door of the bed with her suitcase.
Zhang Yan stood up in a daze. When he saw who it was, he asked vaguely, "Why are you here at this time?"
Fang Yan: "It's hard to get a taxi on the road."
Zhang Yan was so angry from her words that he jolted up.
"What!" Zhang Yan stopped abruptly and turned back to look at the sleeping old lady. He continued with a lowered voice, "I'm asking you why you're here so early instead of sleeping at home!"
"I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I brought you food!"
Fang Yan placed the bag in her hand on the small table by the bed. She had just passed by Xiaoyue's shop and specially waited for a while before packing a bean bun.
"Uncle, did a doctor come for a ward round last night?"
"Yes, that Cheng guy came over. Someone who can climb to the position of department director really is different. He's a professional. He asked the nurse on duty a lot of questions and explained everything before leaving."
Fang Yan responded, "Have you apologized to him yet?"
Zhang Yan sat back down as if he was suddenly extremely sleepy. "Ah, I heard all this from the nurse. I was asleep. I didn't see him."
Fang Yan didn't want to talk to him. She put the buns into another heat-containing box and pushed the box in.
Soon, it was time for the routine ward round.
Cheng Zheng came in with a group of doctors. A few anxious family members immediately surrounded him and asked him questions.
Cheng Zheng answered them one by one, then politely suggested that everyone disperse and not affect the order of the ward rounds.
It was still the humble and polite Director Cheng.
However, Fang Yan felt that there was something different about Cheng Zheng. It was as if… he was wearing a mask.
When it was his grandmother's turn, Cheng Zheng explained the patient's condition patiently and meticulously. He also pointed out a few intern doctors and argued about the postoperative complications.
Doctor Xiao Song's answer today was not bad. After being praised by his master, he even winked at Fang Yan as if he was showing off.
Cheng Zheng: "The patient is recovering well. The inflammation in her lungs also improved greatly last time, but brain surgery is a major surgery after all. For a long time to come, she still needs the careful care of her family."
Fang Yan said, "We understand."
Cheng Zheng nodded slightly. "Mm, if there's a problem, look for the doctor on duty."
With that, he left.
Xiao Song looked at Fang Yan in confusion and wanted to follow the doctor, but Fang Yan quickly pulled her back.
"This is for your master." Fang Yan handed the box with the buns to Xiao Song. "Tell him I apologize on behalf of my uncle."
Xiao Song agreed immediately.
Ten minutes later, Fang Yan watched as the others distributed the buns.
The box was now empty. Xiao Song held the last bun and took a bite.
Fang Yan's heart ached.
Xiao Song looked innocent. "Sister Yan, are you going to get water?"
Fang Yan also smiled at him. "Yes, are the buns delicious?"
Xiao Song: "Yes!"
Fang Yan: "You didn't leave one for your master?"
Xiao Song seemed to have sensed Fang Yan's rising anger and said honestly, "I gave it to him. Master said he doesn't want it."
With a bang, Fang Yan closed the lid of the container and carried it away.
Xiao Song stuffed the last mouthful into her mouth and sighed at how considerate Fang Yan was. She didn't even need him to wash the dishes. Unexpectedly, the senior sister who passed by knocked his head. "Considerate? If you stick to her any closer, your Sister Fang Yan could stuff you into that box and take you away with her."