Next, Liu Ziang smoothly completed the remaining part of the surgery.

When Liu Ziang announced the end of the surgery, he checked the time, and it was already three in the morning.

The patient was sent to ICU for monitoring, and Zhao Heng and Liu Ziang also left the operating room.

"Senior, can you not drag me next time..."

Zhao Heng looked at Liu Ziang with some resentment and said.

He was supposed to leave work early, but now he was busy until two in the morning.

Moreover, he has work tomorrow, or rather today, during the day shift.

Which means that at 8:30 in the morning, just five and a half hours later, Zhao Heng will be back at work.

"Who told you to say the jinxing words? I've already said that you shouldn't say those two words during the night shift."

Although he was exhausted after such a long time, seeing Zhao Heng looking equally worn out made Liu Ziang suddenly feel happy, and he said with a smile.

Some things are tiring to do alone, but pulling someone else to be tired together feels much better.

"Do you want me to talk to Old Gao and get you a shift change?"

After a pause, Liu Ziang mentioned again.

"Forget it, if I change shifts, I've got so many things that won't get handled."

Zhao Heng shook his head slightly and said.

His daily work is brimming with tasks, and he wishes he could split himself into two.

And yesterday afternoon was the only afternoon he could finally rest.

Instead, he ended up writing a paper.

"The capable ones do more work, that's how I started too. Just get through this period slowly, and it will be fine."

Liu Ziang said with an experienced look.

He had just graduated with a doctorate and joined the neurosurgery department, and his situation was much like Zhao Heng's. He also quickly became a pillar of the neurosurgery team, being extremely busy every day.

"Quickly go rest, you don't have to worry about the paper, I'll handle it."

Liu Ziang looked over at Zhao Heng again and said.

Seeing Zhao Heng is like seeing himself in past years.

The same kind of genius, the same disregard for life when working.

"Mm."

Zhao Heng nodded and couldn't help but yawn; he was truly exhausted.

At three-thirty in the morning, Zhao Heng returned to his apartment from the hospital.

Even though he had only a few hours left before going to work, Zhao Heng still wanted to go home, take a shower, and rest a bit; he didn't like sleeping in the rest room adjacent to the operating theater.

Zhao Heng luxuriously took a shower and was sitting on the couch drinking hot milk when suddenly the bedroom light turned on, and the bedroom door opened, with Zhao's father and mother emerging dressed in their pajamas.

Seeing Zhao Heng sitting in the living room, Zhao's mother sat beside him, and with a pained expression, she said, "Son, didn't you say you were resting today? How come you're busy until so late again? Are you hungry? Let me make you a bowl of noodles."

"Hospital had a last minute thing, I'm not hungry, I already had a late-night snack."

Feeling his mother's concern, Zhao Heng felt warm inside, even though he had moved very quietly in order not to disturb the elders' sleep.

But perhaps it was the light sleep of the elderly, as Zhao Heng had moved very quietly, but still woke the elders up.

"Son, these big hospitals, they earn a lot but tire you out too."

Zhao's father also sat down and said thoughtfully.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry about me. Many people want this kind of opportunity but can't get it."

Zhao Heng comforted his parents and said.

"Son, quickly go to sleep, staying up like this every day, how can your body take it?"

Zhao's mother looked at Zhao Heng again with heartache and said.

"Mm."

Zhao Heng nodded; he was indeed tired, and he drank the milk in his cup in one gulp, then entered the bedroom, almost falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Meanwhile, sitting on the couch, Zhao's father and mother found themselves unable to sleep anymore.

Elderly people usually sleep little, and seeing Zhao Heng work so hard, neither of them could fall back to sleep.

"Old man, do you think our son will be able to handle this pace of work?"

Zhao's mother said worriedly.

"Our son takes after me. When I was young, have you forgotten? What hard and tiring job couldn't I handle?"

Zhao's father wasn't particularly worried; in his view, being a doctor is hard, but is it as hard as when he was young and worked barefoot repairing dams and smashing rocks?

"You stubborn old mule."

Zhao's mother jokingly insulted him and said.

"Right, right, I'm the stubborn mule. But our son is even more determined. I see that our son wants to make a great career in a big city like North City. We just need to support him well and not hold him back."

Zhao's father understood Zhao Heng's ambition for achievements very well; he too had great ambition when he was younger, but alas, born in the wrong era, he couldn't fitly display his talents.

"If our son gets married and has grandkids, we could help him look after them."

Zhao's mother remained fixated on the idea of helping her son with childcare.

"Young people today, they don't get married and have children so quickly. In this regard, we shouldn't pressure him."

Zhao's father asserted with an open mind.

At that moment, sleeping soundly, Zhao Heng was completely unaware his parents not only had thoughts of urging him to get married but were almost urging him to have children too.

Eight in the morning.

Ding ding ding!

The alarm clock Zhao Heng set on his phone rang.

Zhao Heng struggled to open his eyes, glanced at his phone, wanting to snooze a little longer, but thinking he might be late, he still got up, put on clothes, and prepared to freshen up for work.

Upon stepping out of the bedroom, Zhao Heng saw breakfast already laid out on the dining table; it featured his favorite soy milk, dough sticks, and beef buns, which seemed like they weren't bought, but painstakingly prepared by Zhao's mother.

Zhao Heng glanced again; the two elders were absent, presumably having gone out for morning exercise.

Sitting by the dining table, Zhao Heng enjoyed a hearty breakfast filled with his mother's love.

Not only warming the stomach, but also the heart.

Heading out the door, Zhao Heng hailed a cab and quickly arrived at the hospital.

As soon as he entered the doctor's office, Zhao Heng, sporting two dark eye circles, was noticed by Xu Man Ni.

"That Liu Ziang really knows how to boss people around; working late nights and making people do surgeries until three in the morning. This anesthesiology department isn't like it only has you, you know."

Xu Man Ni felt somewhat distressed seeing the utterly exhausted Zhao Heng and said.

"Last night's patient was in a unique condition, and without our cooperation, it definitely couldn't have been handled."

Zhao Heng replied.

"Come and have breakfast."

Xu Man Ni pulled Zhao Heng towards the desk.

Zhao Heng saw a spread of sandwiches and milk prepared on the table, with Xu Man Ni's breakfasts varying every day.

"Go ahead, eat up. These sandwiches were handmade by me when I woke up this morning and they're really delicious."

Xu Man Ni said to Zhao Heng with a gleeful smile.

"Mm… Sure."

Zhao Heng had already eaten his mother's love-infused breakfast at home, and was quite full, yet with Xu Man Ni's gestures, he couldn't bring himself to refuse, so he agreed.

Watching Zhao Heng sit down and start consuming the breakfast she prepared with love, Xu Man Ni grinned with satisfaction.

After eating today's second love-infused breakfast, Zhao Heng felt as though he wouldn't need lunch or even dinner.

Zhao Heng patted his now rounded belly and thought, this is what love from my girlfriend and mom feels like!

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