Surgery Godfather
Chapter 999 - 835

Chapter 999: Chapter 835

Nie Shun’e finally got the chance for surgery, and as it was inevitable, she wanted to get it over with and go back to work.

Their job wasn’t even considered formal employment; they earned daily wages, and if they didn’t work, they earned nothing. Their monthly expenses were not small, including rent, utilities, the child’s living costs, and their own social security and medical insurance payments.

Now ill and hospitalized, she could only eat into their savings, which worried Nie Shun’e the most. In fact, she worried more about these issues than her own illness.

The surgery was scheduled for the next day, Nie Shun’e couldn’t sleep at all. Suddenly, she felt there were many things she needed to tell her husband, though she hadn’t touched the sleeping pill, Alprazolam, provided by the nurse lying on the bedside table.

"The upper part of the wardrobe is for your clothes, the middle for our child, and the bottom for mine. The winter clothes are in the storage box under the bed – remember to air them before winter comes; Xiao Ce’s school uniform has become too short for winter, remember to buy a new one two sizes larger than the current one in advance; no matter what, ensure Xiao Ce has enough pocket money, a child can’t hold his head high without it; remember to have breakfast, if you find it troublesome, just buy a couple of buns from the roadside, never skip breakfast, your stomach is not good; Auntie still owes us twenty thousand, remember to remind her by the end of the year; don’t press your older brother for the fifty thousand, they are having a tough time right now, definitely cannot pay, if we have some extra by the end of the year, try to help your brother out, he helped us a lot when we first started out; I often lose my temper and sometimes lash out at you, knowing it’s my fault, don’t take it to heart, you are a good husband, following you all these years, I’ve felt very lucky---"

Nie Shun’e spoke whatever came to mind, seeming to want to say everything she possibly could, fearing she might never have another chance after tonight.

"What are you talking about? Don’t think too much, Professor Yang said it’s going to be fine, he can clean it up for you; after you get better, we can sell night snacks near this hospital, and even ask Professor Yang to help us get a stall; they say Professor Yang is a good person."

Yuan Yulin comforted his wife, appearing relaxed on the surface, but tears were already streaming down his face. It was just that the ward lights were off, so no one could see each other.

Over the years, his wife had stuck by him through thick and thin without enjoying any luxuries. Her words clearly sounded like she was giving final instructions.

"I know, what do I have to fear? I fear nothing, just in case, I am just saying, just in case---I mean, just in case---you may have to find someone else in the future, but can you wait until after our child goes to university, ok?"

"Stop overthinking, take the sleeping pill if you can’t sleep."

Groping for the lamp, Yuan Yulin turned it on to find the packet of sleeping pills, because they were in a two-person ward and the patient next door had been discharged in the evening. The new patient would only arrive tomorrow, so they could talk more freely without worrying about disturbing anyone.

"I’ll take it in a bit---remember what I said. If you do find someone, make sure it’s only after our child goes to university, you hear me?" Nie Shun’e repeated.

Yuan Yulin’s throat had already gone hoarse, but not wanting his wife to know, he remained silent.

"Are you listening to me?"

"You’re overthinking, talking nonsense! Get some rest, you have surgery tomorrow," Yuan Yulin handed the sleeping pills to his wife.

Nie Shun’e thought if there was anything else she needed to say, then threw the sleeping pill into her mouth.

With the help of the sleeping pill, Nie Shun’e slept for a couple of hours, waking up just after 3 a.m., washed up, and waited early in the ward for the nurse, using the time to give her husband more instructions.

At around seven in the morning, nurses arrived in the ward for pre-surgery checks. Given Fatty’s previous lesson of stealing food, the nurses were now very strict with the checks for pre-surgery fasting and fluid restrictions, confirming everything was in order. Only when they verified her vital signs were normal did they allow her to carry the urine bag onto the Pingche, pushing it towards the surgery room.

In the surgeons’ office, the shift was still changing. Checking the wards and then to surgery was a fixed procedure for surgeons, day after day, year after year, until they retired.

The number of officially appointed doctors at the Surgical Research Institute was not high, comprising only a few, but there were many standardized training students, graduate students, and doctoral students, so the medical team appeared very large and professional.

Dean Xia was doing his job well, wherever Yang Ping expanded his research, Dean Xia would hang a signboard there. Now, the signboards for Hepatobiliary Surgery Institute and Pancreatic Surgery Institute were already up on the walls, followed by an additional "Oncology Surgical Research Institute" signboard, making the signs on both sides of the gate increasingly dense.

To the left were the signs for clinical departments, to the right, non-clinical departments. Besides these clinical departments, there were also Medical Journal editorial offices, Stem Cell Research Laboratories, and more. To outsiders, these would absolutely appear to be part of an immense research organization.

Although Nie Shun’e was naturally resilient, as the Pingche entered the operating room and she was moved onto the operating table, she started to feel nervous.

Surgery was about to begin, cutting open and removing all the organs, intestines out of her hollow belly, the very thought made her shiver.

Can’t waver!

Nie Shun’e reminded herself, recalling the early days when she arrived in Nandu Provincial City with her husband to forge a life, starting with a night snack cart. Wherever there are people, there’s a world, and even running a street stall was not easy. As outsiders, they faced ostracism and expulsion, with daily confrontations, especially when their business prospered, conflicts arose frequently.

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