"Don't make things difficult for me, Dr. Nancy," Ben said, looking troubled, typing on his phone after speaking out loud. "I don't know anything. Don't ask me anything."

Soon, he turned his phone towards Nancy.

The text message reads - "The colonel is right, his signature works better than a steel stamp."

A moment of dizziness made Nancy feel a bit unsteady. Ben, seeing this, quickly gave her a hand and gave her a worried look.

This unlucky little doctor, to bump into the colonel when he was struck and his temperament was unstable, was truly a stroke of luck!

"Hey, it's me." Eric's cold voice came from 302.

Nancy, feigning composure, walked back to 302, not noticing what he had said, only noticing that he had just put down his phone.

After staring at him for a while, Nancy still wouldn't give up and asked, "Why did you want to harm me?" !"

"Did I do you any harm? !" Eric gave her a malicious look. "By the way, I don't agree with what you just said about going to help with the surgery."

"......" Nancy was silent for a second and turned away, ignoring it...

The corridor, which was usually empty, was now filled with a flurry of doctors and nurses, and a few pharmacists who would run by as nurses from time to time to deliver medicine, while Nancy was still thinking about Eric's trouble for her.

"Dr. Nancy, you couldn't come over, but why are you here again? !" An elderly doctor from the same department held her back, somewhat puzzled.

"No, I just told the person who came to call me that they would be here soon." Nancy, too, looked blank.

"No way, the director just came over and said that," Nancy was even more bewildered when she heard him say it. "Director? ! Why did he say that? !"

Just as they were talking, the tall and slender chief surgeon came over. It was a young man in his thirties.

"Director," Nancy trotted towards him, "I'm here to help."

He was also surprised to see Nancy. "You go back. I received a call from the dean earlier, saying you don't need to be involved. Colonel Eric needs you more."

"He? !" Only then did Nancy remember that when she and Ben went in, Eric had just put down his phone.

Could it be that he called someone? !

Drawing in a sharp breath, Nancy forgot to say goodbye to the director and stormed towards 302 in a huff.

"Eric,are you joking about those people's lives? !" Nancy, furious, roared uncontrollably, "It doesn't matter how you frame me or make things difficult for me, but now you're making fun of someone life. What right do you have? !"

Nancy was shaking with anger.

Giving her a cold look, Eric frowned and said nothing.

Two lines of tears slid down her clear eyes like a shooting star in the night sky, Eric watched calmly, Nancy kept crying, her fair little face flushed red like a white magnolia stained with blood.

"Get me discharged and I'll let you go to save the person right now." After a full minute of silence, Eric made a cold request.

"Be discharged, right? You're going to be discharged, right!" Nancy was so angry that she turned to find a wheelchair and came back. "Ben, help me get him up!"

Looking at her in surprise, Ben didn't know what she was going to do, but after receiving Eric's slight nod in agreement, Ben and Nancy got Eric into the wheelchair together.

"Here you are!" Reaching out to Ben, Nancy struggled to drag Eric out of 302.

When entering the elevator, the wheels got stuck at the junction of the elevator and the ground, and Eric saw Nancy, who had crouched down in front of him to lift the wheelchair, biting her lower lip with all her might, with a little crimson trickling down to her chin.

The eagle's eyes narrowed slightly, and Eric reached out to help her, but when he remembered that it was himself in the wheelchair, his face darkened.

There was nothing to say all the way. It was not until he saw the chief surgeon that Eric was stunned for a moment. Did she really agree to help him be discharged from the hospital? !

Soon he realized he was wrong.

"Director, I brought the colonel here and he agreed to let me take part in the operation." Nancy lied without blinking an eye.

With a raised eyebrow, a sharp gaze fell upon her.

Nancy saw it, but still pointed calmly at Eric, who was dissecting himself with his eyes.

"Ah, oh," the chief surgeon was clearly stunned too, but seeing that Eric didn't say anything to refute, the person was fine here, and he was indeed short of hands, so he hurriedly arranged two operations for Nancy. "Now come over, the person has been carried to the operating room first."

"All right!" A little louder and more energetic, Nancy turned her head and glared at Eric at an Angle that the surgeon couldn't see.

That look was clearly saying -- "Want to leave the hospital? ! Just go for your daydreams!"

Seeing Nancy "leave" someone here, the surgeon's face panned. "Nancy, Colonel, he... Stay here? !"

"Someone will come to pick up in a moment. Please give the him a little care." Nancy said it in a hurry and rushed to the operating room.

Ben, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, received Nancy's text message and called excitedly, only to find the phone turned off. He had no choice but to follow the instructions in the text and rush to the chief surgeon's office.

By the time he arrived, Eric's face was dripping black.

"Colonel, you..." Looking at him with caution, Ben dared not ask further and just said, "Dr. Nancy texted me that you were here, but I called her and it turned off."

"Go back to the ward." The three words were spat out with gritted teeth, and Eric narrowed his eyes dangerously.

A shudder ran through his heart, and Ben immediately took him back.

Sixteen hours later, Nancy came out of the operating room looking exhausted, her eyes listless. There were several that were said to be in urgent need of surgery, but there were also more than a dozen that had to be done. The surgeons on duty had no fewer than five or six surgeries.

After changing her clothes and getting off work, Nancy walked to the street opposite the hospital and bought a bowl of wonton. As they were right next to the hospital, several of them were open 24 hours a day, which was convenient for people like family members accompanying her and emergency patients to have food from the late night to the morning.

Thinking it was almost dawn, Nancy took out her phone and turned it on, only to see that it was 5:10 in the morning, when unanswered calls and text messages were beeping in.

Thirteen missed calls, three text messages, but only one call and one text message was Carl's.

The rest were all Ben's.

The most recent text message was sent three minutes ago.

"Give me the time for a bowl of wonton. I don't want to die right now." Out of politeness and responsibility, Nancy still called back, but before the other person could speak, she spoke first.

"All right." After a cold voice waiting to see the show rang, the call was hung up.

"......" So frightened that she almost threw away her phone, Nancy screamed, "Thanks, thanks, thanks, Eric..."