Chapter 2566: The Phone Call

The emergency call rang in the Pediatric Cardiac Surgery Department II.

Just waking up from a nap, Cao Zhao walked out of the office holding a thermos cup.

In front, Pan Shihua and Wei Shangquan were walking. The two of them had returned from school, bringing books for Student Xie from the school library, when they suddenly encountered this fake immortal, real demon mentor head-on, and stopped in their tracks.

Following behind them to look for Student Xie was Lin Hao. Seeing the strange expressions on his two classmates, Lin Hao consciously stood behind them.

The nurse picked up the call and shouted, "Doctor Duan, where is Director Cao?"

Caught by the nurse, Duan Sanbao turned and walked to the front of the nurse’s station, asking lazily in a voice like Tang Seng, "What’s wrong?"

"PICU called down, said your team’s students caused trouble and almost killed a patient." The nurse repeated what was said over the phone, in a shocked tone.

The phrase "almost killed a patient" was inherently sensational.

Duan Sanbao’s round eyes widened in surprise, subconsciously turning to look towards Cao Zhao.

Recently, the only students following him were these few. Cao Zhao counted the "children" in his mind: one, two, three—

He had a vague idea of which "children" were missing.

Pan Shihua and Wei Shangquan looked at each other with explosive news: which of their classmates studying with them would want to kill a patient?

"They said the student’s last name is Xie," said the nurse at Pediatric Cardiac Surgery Department II, having not yet seen Student Xie, continuing to repeat the phone message.

Student Xie harmed a patient?

Duan Sanbao’s baby-faced expression was one of shock: Huh? Where did this joke come from?

The muscles on the faces of Pan Shihua and their two classmates almost twitched entirely.

Of all the students who could cause trouble, Student Xie was the least likely.

"Alright. I’ll go up and take a look." Cao Zhao said, his lab coat fluttering with style akin to a gust of wind, depositing the thermos on the counter as he walked past the nurse’s station.

Lin Hao worriedly tugged at the clothes of the other two classmates: Is the teacher going to scold Yingying?

This—certainly, this man was not an immortal but a demon. Precisely because he was a demon, scolding Yingying seemed even less likely. Pan Shihua and Wei Shangquan thought to themselves. More likely, as written on Duan Sanbao’s face, the evil-minded boss cousin was anxious to go up and enjoy the spectacle.

The group jogged to catch up with Cao Zhao, rushing to the PICU without taking the elevator and instead using the stairs. Along the way, at the fire door, they bumped head-on into a figure coming out of Pediatric Cardiac Surgery Department I.

In those days, a Nokia phone was cool like a brick, a beloved item for many people. Doctor Mu Yongxian had one of these trendy gray high-end phones held to his ear, embodying the commercial cool style while talking on the phone.

A group of students looking at this person would inevitably think of an alternative domineering CEO type from idol dramas, forming a contrast with the Immortal Brother character. Indeed, these two were the prides of the young and middle-aged doctors at Shou’er, the two pillars among pediatric star doctors.

Bumping into this group from Pediatric Cardiac Surgery Department II, a hint of surprise appeared in Mu Yongxian’s cool eyes, while listening to Dr. Han reporting over the phone, "They said something about a rescue, so I came up, but the situation isn’t right."

"What isn’t right?"

"There was no rescue."

No rescue, yet notifying a doctor to go up—was this PICU joking around? Which on-duty doctor dares to play like this? In clinical practice, the price of falsely crying wolf is one that no one can afford to pay.