After Transmigrating Into The Novel, The White Moonlight And The Female Lead Of The Abusive Romance Got Their Happy Ending - Chapter 10

The patient was a retired long-haul truck driver. His children all worked in other cities, and by the time his wife arrived, she was already so panicked that she simply agreed to whatever the doctors said.

While the anesthesiologists were still preparing him inside, Wen Tang came out to obtain the family member’s signature.

The patient’s wife was elderly as well. Her hair was gray, and her back was hunched. With a trembling hand, she signed the informed consent form.

Wen Tang crouched down and looked up at the old woman seated on the bench outside the operating room.

“Please don’t worry too much. We’ll do everything we can.”

“Please, you must… You must save my husband.” Tears filled the old woman’s eyes as she seized Wen Tang’s hand and pleaded again and again.

Wen Tang showed no impatience and continued soothing her in a gentle voice.

Only after Wen Tang entered the operating room did Shi Nanqiao emerge from the corner.

The elderly woman had pressed her palms together and was silently praying with her eyes closed.

Shi Nanqiao carefully studied the old woman sitting on the bench. Her hair was streaked with gray, her clothes were common styles sold at street stalls, and her fingers were rough and misshapen. One glance was enough to tell that her family was not well-off.

If Wen Tang was not treating her this way to flatter the rich and powerful, then was she truly acting out of a doctor’s genuine compassion?

In Shi Nanqiao’s mind, the affected, ignorant schemer she remembered faded even further, while an entirely new image of Wen Tang gradually took shape.

She stared at the closed operating room doors with a complicated expression.

After standing there for a long time, Shi Nanqiao suddenly smiled.

She was becoming more and more curious.

Beneath Wen Tang’s calm, self-controlled exterior, what kind of heart did she truly possess?

The atmosphere inside the operating room was not as tense as Shi Nanqiao had imagined.

Although aortic dissection was extremely dangerous, it was also a relatively common operation for a top hospital like Huadu University Affiliated Hospital.

Wen Tang took the opportunity to guide Luo Ran while she worked.

“Xiao Luo, you make the incision this time. Follow the midline of the sternum. You’ve already reviewed the imaging, so judge the exact position and length yourself.”

“All right!”

Luo Ran had put on her gloves early and was eager to try.

She proceeded with extreme care. The anesthesiologist was highly experienced and adjusted the medication and procedures according to the patient’s condition before Luo Ran even had time to react.

Wen Tang stood beside her and observed.

Among the residents she had supervised, Luo Ran was one of the better ones—bold but meticulous.

After placing the retractor, Luo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.

“Doctor, it’s ready.”

The anesthesiologist had worked with cardiac surgery for years. He laughed and said, “Doesn’t everyone call Xiao Luo the night shift’s ‘peace apple’? How did you two still end up with an emergency operation tonight?”

“The problem may be me. Luo Ran is the ‘peace apple,’ while I’m the night shift’s ‘dragon fruit.’” Wen Tang sighed helplessly. “From my internship until now, I’ve never had a single night shift without an emergency. Every time, I spend the whole night doing ‘sit-ups’ in the call room…”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“All right, all right!” The anesthesiologist pretended to grit his teeth as he instructed Luo Ran, “Xiao Luo, next time, send me cardiac surgery’s duty roster in advance. I’m absolutely avoiding your teacher.”

Wen Tang lifted her chin slightly.

“Sorry, but I just checked. At least seventy percent of our night shifts overlap this month.”

“Damn it!” the anesthesiologist cursed under his breath, making everyone laugh again.

An operation for aortic dissection usually took eight to ten hours.

After nine hours, this operation finally neared its end.

Once the patient had been transferred to intensive care, Luo Ran stood behind Wen Tang and sighed.

“The patient’s underlying condition was still too poor. I hope he can recover afterward.”

When the patient’s wife learned that the operation had succeeded, she repeatedly bowed to them and thanked them profusely.

Wen Tang watched the elderly woman’s unsteady figure disappear into the distance and sighed.

“I hope so. During traditional open-heart surgery, blood loss is one major problem that can’t be avoided.”

She remembered that in her original world, a senior expert had already pioneered an aortic arch replacement combined with a stented elephant trunk procedure.

The stented vascular graft and delivery device he had designed could fully use the stent’s self-expanding properties to seal the tear in the vascular intima, greatly improving surgery for aortic dissection.

The operation lasted straight through until nine in the morning.

As Wen Tang left the operating room, she happened to run into another cardiac surgery team heading inside.

The resident who had confidently declared yesterday that Luo Ran was the night shift’s “peace apple” was among them. He rubbed his nose and asked in confusion, “Wasn’t Junior Sister Luo on duty last night?”

A resident beside him pointed solemnly at Wen Tang and introduced her to the newcomers.

“You’ve only just arrived, so let me introduce her again. Senior Sister Wen Tang, the famous ‘dragon fruit’ of the night shift.”

Wen Tang protested, “We have to believe in science!”

Unfortunately, in the face of such ironclad evidence, her protest sounded rather feeble.

The group’s laughter grew louder. Although there was no malice behind it, it was still incredibly depressing.

“I’m leaving. I’m going home to sleep.”

Wen Tang tossed her head and stormed away.

By the time she returned to the inpatient department, the new day’s work had already begun. Those who needed to make rounds were making rounds, while those with scheduled operations had long since gone to the operating rooms.

The moment Wen Tang entered the office, she saw a young woman sleeping soundly with her head resting on the desk.

The cameraman, Han Jiqing, had told her that he was returning to the television station to organize the footage, while Shi Nanqiao would wait for her in the office.

“Ah-Qiao? Ah-Qiao?” Wen Tang gently nudged her. “Wake up. It’s time to eat.”

“Mmm—” Shi Nanqiao sat up and rubbed her aching back. “Tangtang, is your operation finished?”

“It’s over. The patient has already been transferred to the CCU. Han Jiqing said he went back to the station to organize the footage. I’ll take you home so you can sleep. Sleeping facedown on a desk is bad for your spine.”

“All right, then. I’ll treat you to breakfast. Soy milk and fried dough sticks, or should we eat at the café?”

“There’s a pretty good breakfast shop beside the hospital. Would you like to try it?”

Shi Nanqiao picked up her bag.

“Let’s go.”

…

After the morning handover, Xiao Yu, a nurse in cardiac surgery, returned to the nurses’ station and saw an enormous bouquet of roses sitting on the floor.

She asked in surprise, “Who are those for? That bouquet is huge. It must have cost a fortune!”

The young nurse beside her yawned.

“I don’t know who sent them to Dr. Wen, but they’re from Romance et fleurs.”

Romance et fleurs was an upscale chain of flower shops in Huadu. It was said to airfreight roses from around the world every day to ensure that the flowers were in full bloom when delivered.

Naturally, the shop’s prices were just as breathtaking.

Someone had once estimated that one of its most luxurious bouquets cost as much as a small apartment in Huadu.

And this was a home in the capital, where every inch of land was worth a fortune!

Xiao Yu sucked in a sharp breath and looked curiously at her colleague.

“A suitor?”

Her colleague pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Who knows?”

Xiao Yu clicked her tongue.

“Whatever the case, isn’t this far too ostentatious?”

“Probably some rich second-generation heir who saw the trending topic and fell for Dr. Wen’s looks.” Her colleague shrugged. “The flower shop said the person who ordered them was a Mr. Fu.”

“Which Fu? The Fu from that real estate family?”

“I don’t know…”

As they spoke, they saw Wen Tang and Shi Nanqiao walking toward them side by side.

“Dr. Wen!” Xiao Yu called out, pointing at the flowers on the floor. “Someone sent you roses.”

“Wow! Ecuadorian roses, and they’re even from Romance et fleurs!” Shi Nanqiao exclaimed theatrically. Her eyes shifted, and she turned toward Wen Tang. “Which suitor is this? He certainly spends generously.”

The young nurse hurriedly answered, “They said it was a gentleman surnamed Fu.”

The moment she said that, both Wen Tang’s and Shi Nanqiao’s expressions changed.

The nurse secretly looked at their unfriendly faces and asked tentatively, “Dr. Wen, do both of you know him?”

Surnamed Fu!

It could only be the male lead!

Wen Tang’s long brows furrowed in displeasure. Numerous passing patients’ family members were already pointing and whispering about the enormous pile of flowers.

“Take them and divide them among yourselves. Share some with the departments upstairs and downstairs too,” she said coldly.

Then she carefully pulled out the largest blossom, which still had droplets of water clinging to its petals.

The center of the rose was a gentle pink, while the outer petals were moonlight blue tinged with mint green. It looked like ripples spreading across the surface of a brilliantly colored lake in a dream.

Wen Tang held the rose out to Shi Nanqiao, her expression softening considerably.

“Although the person who sent these flowers is a bastard, the flowers themselves are innocent. Today, allow me to borrow someone else’s gift and present it to our dedicated and adorable Miss Shi.”

“Of course, giving you the flower is only my personal idea,” she continued, her voice unusually gentle. “You don’t have to accept it, nor do you need to feel guilty if you refuse. The most important thing is that I hope this flower makes you happy.”

Shi Nanqiao abruptly raised her head and met Wen Tang’s eyes, which shone like stars.

Under the bright light, Wen Tang’s dark irises reflected an amber glow.

Warm, clear, peaceful—as though countless sparks of starlight were glittering inside them.

Shi Nanqiao felt something strike the softest part of her heart.

Many people had given her flowers before, and plenty had offered her expensive gifts while pursuing her.

But they had always given those gifts with different motives—coveting her beauty, seeking fame or profit…

This was the first person who had thought only about whether the gift would make her happy, without mixing in any other intention.

Shi Nanqiao pressed her lips together. A ring of red appeared around her eyes, while the sweet scent of roses surrounded her like a warm morning breeze at the turn of spring and summer.

She lowered her head, trying to conceal her loss of composure, yet her hands could not help reaching forward to accept the rose.

“Thank you. I like it very much,” she whispered timidly, like a frightened rabbit.

“I like it very much, Wen Tang.”

She raised her head again and repeated each word clearly.

Perhaps fate truly had favored her for once.

It had allowed her to discover that Wen Tang was different before she committed even more wrongs against her.

Her withered heart began to stretch beneath the nourishment of sunlight and rain, while warm, brilliant sunshine slipped through the cracks and poured across it.

Meeting those gentle eyes again, Shi Nanqiao smiled, bent down, and picked up a blue-and-white rose. She tucked it into Wen Tang’s collar.

“My dear Dr. Wen, this is the rose I’m giving you in return.”

Deep blue was the romance of the starry sky and the Milky Way.

The Wen Tang of this life deserved a vast sea of stars equal to all the effort she had made.

Wen Tang was at a loss when faced with this sudden kindness. She smiled foolishly and pulled Shi Nanqiao toward the exit.

“Come on. Let’s go eat breakfast.”

Behind them, the nurses were calling colleagues from other departments and inviting them to collect the flowers, their delighted voices faintly drifting through the air.

A message notification suddenly sounded from Wen Tang’s phone.

She took it out and saw an unfamiliar number.

Shi Nanqiao’s breathing stopped, and she bit down hard on her lower lip—

She would recognize that number even in death!