My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1278: 503: Qianqian's Recovery, The Persistent Patient (2)

Getting back home from the hospital, the clock was ticking close to eleven twenty.

The reason for this early arrival was his home's proximity to the hospital. Had he still resided by Bajing Lake, reaching home before midnight would have been impossible.

As he stepped inside, Su Qianqian had thoughtfully laid out pajamas for his shower.

Once he finished bathing, she brought him a bowl of specially prepared ginseng bird’s nest porridge. With their ample wealth and no shortages, observing his exhausting daily grind, Su Qianqian went out of her way to whip up nourishing treats for him.

“By the way, show me your medical check-up results!”

Having savored the ginseng bird’s nest porridge, Zhou Can recalled Su Qianqian's hospital visit for tests.

He quickly urged her to fetch the results for inspection.

“Here!”

She handed them over.

Long-term illness makes one a skilled doctor.

In truth, she could interpret the reports herself pretty well, just by checking a handful of crucial data points.

“Urine creatinine, urine protein, urine sediment all normal, ultrasound reveals normal kidney structure, glomerular filtration rate meets standards… Oh my god, it’s truly cured, truly cured… Amazing! Qianqian, your kidney condition is finally gone, Chinese medicine is incredible!”

Upon reviewing the results, Zhou Can stumbled over his words in sheer ecstasy.

Ever since falling for Su Qianqian, her kidney ailment had loomed as his greatest worry.

Now, with the test results in hand, overwhelming joy washed over him.

Countless sacrifices had paved the way for her recovery.

As their bond grew deeper, she had woven herself inextricably into his existence.

His deepest dread was her slipping away silently someday.

Knowing her nature, such a heartbreaking act was entirely possible for her.

In a burst of elation, he swept Su Qianqian into his arms and whirled her around the living room.

“Haha… I want to marry you, I want to have kids with you, I’m finally healthy and normal again! So excited!”

Su Qianqian clung to his neck with both arms, her laughter ringing nonstop.

“Have children? Absolutely, tonight I’ll plant the seeds!”

Zhou Can scooped her up and marched straight to the bedroom.

“Naughty, naughty…”

Her soft fists pounded lightly, now devoid of force, while her pretty face burned crimson.

The following morning, Zhou Can awoke feeling invigorated once more.

Youth truly has its perks.

A single night of passion left no toll on him whatsoever.

With Su Qianqian’s illness vanquished, time marches on for them both; wedding arrangements must now take center stage.

Zhou Can stood at a pivotal point in his postgraduate exam prep, while his professional ascent surged ahead, draining all spare energy for wedding duties. After chatting with Su Qianqian, she might need to spearhead the preparations.

Years of dating and cohabitation lay behind them.

Yet Zhou Can had never encountered her parents.

Her family background was unique, orphaned young and raised by uncle and aunt.

A life-changing event like marriage demanded consultation with her guardians out of respect.

Still, from her accounts, it was clear her uncle and aunt fell short of ideal caregivers.

Though fed as a child, she toiled endlessly each day.

From early on, she tended sheep and cattle, gathered fodder for pigs, toiled in fields… Meanwhile, her uncle’s kids barely lifted a finger. In toy squabbles or clashes with her cousins, guilt or innocence aside, she always bore the scolding or punishment.

Upon returning from distant trips, her uncle and aunt embraced their own children first, bypassing her entirely.

Parentless kids under others’ roofs often endure heartbreaking plights.

These hardships honed her ability to gauge moods from childhood.

Regarding education, national free schooling policies deserved praise.

Genuinely poor students enjoyed waivers for various costs.

Through high school, she powered through three grueling years via vacation jobs, plus teacher-sourced scholarships and aids.

For university, state loans covered tuition.

She snagged yearly scholarships and hustled part-time gigs during breaks to make ends meet.

Truth be told, her uncle and aunt’s childhood support was scant beyond basics like food and lodging.

That said, without their early care, her destiny could have turned far darker.

Financially secure now, she sends yearly remittances or gifts to them.

Still, visits home ceased years ago.

One New Year, Zhou Can suggested tagging along to her hometown for a look and sharing their romance with elders. She merely shook her head, deferring it post-marriage.

Evidently, adult scars from childhood slights and favoritism lingered sharp.

One slight after another had chilled her heart long ago.

This reluctance to return stemmed primarily from that.

As wedding plans advanced, he must escort her home once regardless. On repaying her guardians’ upbringing, Zhou Can would honor her choice.

He’d forever stand as her unyielding pillar.

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At the hospital, Emergency Department peers greeted him with joyful congratulations.

Yesterday’s live surgery stream unleashed staggering impact; hospital staff buzzed about it. Some caught it live, witnessing Zhou Can’s masterful prowess up close.

The broadcast’s peak viewership was off the charts.

Zhou Can felt no particular thrill; a night later, routine reclaimed him as he tackled daily tasks.

Ward rounds, then operating room duties.

Among his surgical abilities, solely Ligation Skill lingered at Level 5.

This was unavoidable.

Level 5 to 6 demanded ten thousand Experience Points—not excessive, yet substantial.

Gaining just 1 per use, amassing ten thousand posed a real hurdle.

Ligation Skill saw rarer deployment than Suturing Skill, with slimmer chances for big Experience Point hauls, stalling its upgrade.

Zhou Can could only shrug in resignation.

Daily caseloads overwhelmed; sidelining other procedures to grind Ligation via needless ties was out of the question.

No patient consents to experimental fodder.

Thus, progress relied on natural chances to rack up Ligation Experience Points.

Swamped until nearly ten fifty a.m., a nurse sought Zhou Can.

“Dr. Zhou, a patient outside insists on your care. He’s stationed right by the entrance.”

Typically, mid-surgery, external nurses avoid barging in.

The operating room demands strict sterility.

Ingressing nurses adhere to protocols.

“Tell the patient I hold Emergency consultations Fridays mornings only. Weekdays bring other duties, no time for extra sees.”

Zhou Can had no plans to step out mid-procedure.

Specific seekers were common, but halting ops for them was impossible.

Patients must align with doctors’ schedules.

Doctor-centric patient orbits would overwhelm even tripled staff.

“We explained, but he won’t budge. He’ll wait post-surgery for your check.”

“Persistent fellow! Also say other docs work just as well; protocols match across the board.”

Dealing with tenacious seekers left Zhou Can exasperated.

He enlisted nurses to sway them.

“Advised already, yet he demands you. Moreover, he seems important—two plainclothes men shadow him from over ten meters away.”

“Fine, relay I may not wrap up till near one p.m. Today’s slate packs emergencies craving urgency. He can handle errands then return post-one for me.”

Zhou Can relented with a sigh.

Against such die-hards, he typically slots them into off-hours.

Seekers embodied trust in itself.