Chapter 390: Chapter 387 What Whimsy
"Or have the hospital prepare it for you, two bags every day, one in the morning and one in the evening,"
The female patient took the prescription Zhang Hao had written, glanced at it out of habit, and noticed that the handwriting was quite good.
She couldn’t help but remark, "It seems that writing prescriptions in Chinese medicine is quite different from Western medicine. Over there, it’s like hieroglyphics, but here in Chinese medicine, it’s written very clearly."
Such compliments were of little significance to Zhang Hao, who would rather be told his prescription writing was good or his artistic flair was high.
The female patient couldn’t help coughing twice; she had wanted to chat with Zhang Hao a bit more.
But her body couldn’t take it, and she hurried off with the prescription in hand.
With her departure, the department immediately quieted down.
One patient after another came in, and Zhang Hao treated each with utmost seriousness.
The number of patients coming for treatment always varied, sometimes more, sometimes less.
When there were no patients, Zhang Hao got up and moved around.
After all, sitting in a chair all day without moving was quite a test of endurance.
During a break, Zhang Hao paid a visit to the surgery department.
As soon as he arrived, quite a few of the new nurses were attracted to him.
Seeing him come over, the Director of Surgery thought there was some urgent matter in Chinese medicine that needed his help.
"You’re a rare visitor, why have you come over this time?"
Zhang Hao looked around and noticed that there were quite a few patients in the surgery department, too.
"There are no patients at the moment, just getting some exercise, and I thought I’d come over to see you guys."
"You’re so kind-hearted, don’t tell me a patient wore you out, and you’ve come here to vent your frustration?"
Zhang Hao leaned back, "Do I look like that kind of person? Even if I really wanted to vent,"
"I could just call you alone, no need to involve so many innocent people along with you."
The Director of Surgery frowned at Zhang Hao’s words, which were indeed a bit detrimental to his prestige in the department.
But considering Zhang Hao had recently helped with quite a few surgeries, he swallowed the complaint.
"Alright, alright, my mistake. So, you really just came here to drop by?" the Director asked.
"The nurse from my department, Lin Wan, resigned. I went to ask the leadership, and they said they didn’t know the reason for her resignation. Phone and WeChat messages can’t reach her; it’s got me a bit worried."
Facing this issue, the Director of Surgery was quite calm.
"Isn’t it normal for employees to come and go in a hospital? You don’t think a nurse is going to work at the same position for a lifetime, do you?"
"Of course, there are cases like that, but considering the current situation, there are so many other jobs she can do well."
"It’s not necessary to stick to one position for a lifetime. Maybe she had some irresistible reasons and chose this ruthless way to say goodbye to everything here."
Hearing the Director of Surgery say this, Zhang Hao had no choice but to accept this as the way things were.
"I won’t disturb your work anymore. I’ll invite you for tea when I have some time."
Zhang Hao walked out of the department, and not far away, a young nurse caught up with him.
Zhang Hao turned around, and the nurse, unable to brake in time, ran straight into his arms.
Zhang Hao quickly reached out to steady her, "What’s wrong?"
The nurse pulled out a notebook, flipped it open to a page, "Are you our hospital’s Chinese medicine director, Zhang Hao? Could you give me an autograph and take a photo with me?"
Zhang Hao looked around; this was a hospital, not some celebrity chasing scene.
Instinctively wanting to decline, the head nurse suddenly passed by, eyeing the two of them for a while.
"Qiao, you’ve succeeded in your fan chase today. Our Mr. Zhang seldom comes over here, and you ran into him on just your second day. You’re quite lucky."
Seeing that the head nurse had said so, Zhang Hao also changed his mind.
He signed his name in the notebook and took a photo with her.
The young nurse was completely satisfied, gazing intently at the character on the page, even gently caressing it with her hand.
Zhang Hao didn’t think much of it, returning alone to his department to see patients.
He worked until late, changed his clothes, left the hospital, and walked towards the parking lot.
Halfway there, he saw a familiar face. At first, Zhang Hao couldn’t believe his eyes, but as he approached and Lin Wan greeted him, he confirmed he had not been mistaken.
In an instant, Zhang Hao asked the question that had been bothering him for several days.
Why did you suddenly resign?
Lin Wan, who usually didn’t like to wear her hair down, had let her long hair flow loosely today.
She looked even more gentle and attractive.
However, it wasn’t dark yet, and Zhang Hao could still see some blue marks at the corner of Lin Wan’s eye.
"If I didn’t resign, what should I have done? It was my fault for calling you that night."
"But I was feeling really troubled at the time, and later when I got home, I was thoroughly scolded by him."
"To have a peaceful life from now on, I had no choice but to leave this environment."
"I’m leaving tonight, and it’s not likely that we’ll meet again. Can we sit down and have a meal together? I don’t have much time."
From the tone of Lin Wan’s speech, Zhang Hao faintly felt that she must have snuck out.
So, her time was limited, as she needed to return before her husband got home.
"Sure, what do you want to eat? It’s on me."
They found a roadside restaurant, ordered several dishes, most of which were Lin Wan’s favorites.
But by the time they left, almost none of the food had been touched.
Through their conversation, Zhang Hao learned that Lin Wan had once harbored special feelings for him.
Comparatively speaking, Zhang Hao, as a man, was a little slow in realizing this.
He had never thought that a simple action like posting a status on a friend’s social media could have such a big impact on Lin Wan.
Even apologizing at this point seemed to change nothing.
In the end, Lin Wan bid a friendly farewell to Zhang Hao, but watching her receding figure, he felt somewhat desolate and lonely.
At this moment, Zhang Hao also felt like he might be the bad guy.
It looked like from now on he would have to maintain a certain distance from female colleagues at work, to avoid repeating tragedies like the one with Lin Wan.
Yet Zhang Hao felt such a possibility was extremely unlikely.
Even if he had no wish for contact beyond that of colleagues with the opposite sex, he couldn’t stop others from initiating it.
This was a great test of his resolve, an area where Zhang Hao was clearly lacking.
Thinking this, Zhang Hao quickly doubled back to the parking lot, found his car, and drove home.
As he entered, he saw He Qianhui busy in the kitchen.
Zhang Hao, unbuttoning his shirt, hastened to the kitchen.
He scooped He Qianhui up sideways. Uncertain of what had happened, she began to struggle nervously.
"What’s going on? What’s all this about? Why the sudden outburst?"
Locking eyes with Zhang Hao, He Qianhui could see a fire burning in his eyes.
A bad premonition suddenly welled up inside her, and the next second Zhang Hao turned and carried her into the bedroom.
