This skill is famous in the industry.
Professor Harlan has too many legendary achievements, and suturing techniques are just one of them.
Qin He's eyes were serious and clear, reflecting the sharpness of the surgical forceps as she quickly stitched.
The Vice President stood by: Just now, he actually thought this was an intern doctor here to learn, and he was a bit annoyed at the Dean for bringing someone in without prior notice.
If he had known it was Harlan, sigh... he had truly been showing off his limited skill before a master.
The suturing finished, Qin He looked at her brother, still under anesthesia, and sighed softly.
"Keep an eye on the patient, I'm going back."
After giving instructions, Qin He left through the back door, leaving the Vice President and his assistants still marveling.
The wounds she had stitched were almost invisible, with no trace of sutures left.
After leaving, Qin He changed back into her clothes in the locker room and went out. Shen Bin was waiting outside the door: "Teacher Harlan, are you now—"
"I'm going back to look after my brother."
Qin He glanced at Shen Bin: "Dean Shen, please keep this a secret for me. I don't intend for anyone to know my identity."
"Absolutely, absolutely!"
Qin He smiled: "I'll have time next month, and I'll definitely come to the hospital to give a lecture."
If others helped her, she would help them in return. This was Qin He's principle of dealing with people.
The two returned to the office, and Shen Bin remembered something from before: "Teacher Harlan, the medical records of Shen Yicong that you asked me to retrieve earlier, was there a problem with them?"
Qin He recalled the matter: "He is a relative of a friend of mine. I'll look at the medical records. I might perform surgery for him later."
"Shen Yicong's condition is complex. His injury is in his brain, and close to the brain nerves—"
Qin He nodded: "I know. If it weren't complex, I wouldn't have to study it personally."
She walked out of the office, turned to look at Gu Qishen and Lu Mingxi not far away, and then turned back to Shen Bin, bowing slightly: "Thank you, Dean Shen. I will pay attention to post-operative care."
Shen Bin smiled: "Miss Qin, please rest assured, the surgery is not dangerous."
The two appeared as if they had just finished discussing the patient's condition.
Not long after Qin He left, the operating room door opened.
Lu Mingxi hurried forward and stopped the Vice President: "Doctor, how is Qin Yun's condition?"
The Vice President took off his mask: "He's alright, no life-threatening danger. His leg bone fracture has been repaired, and he has a concussion. He'll need to rest for several months and won't be able to walk."
Lu Mingxi was relieved.
Beside him, Gu Qishen also let out an imperceptible sigh of relief.
Qin Yun was pushed out, and she hurried forward.
The two, one on each side, pushed Qin Yun away.
Gu Qishen looked at Qin He with complex eyes. From her arrival until the end of the surgery, she hadn't spared him a single glance.
When did her eyes no longer hold him?
...
Arriving at the ward, Qin He and Lu Mingxi waited for Qin Yun to wake up from the anesthesia.
Lu Mingxi glanced at the figure outside the door: "Little kitten, that person hasn't left yet."
Qin He hummed and got up to leave the ward.
Gu Qishen stood in the corridor opposite the ward door, exuding a powerful aura. The afternoon sun shone on him from outside the window, unable to melt the coldness surrounding him.
"Gu Qishen, let's talk." Qin He looked at him calmly.
It was inconvenient to talk in the corridor, and Qin He was not in the mood to find a place to sit down with him.
The two went to a nearby stairwell.
Qin He looked up at him: "My brother had a car accident today because of me. You know the reason very well."
Gu Qishen lowered his eyes to look at her: "En."
He knew that Qin Yun was trying to stand up for Qin He regarding the trending topic.
Qin He took a deep breath: "I don't want to dwell on past events, but now, I hope you will control your people. If Song Nuan causes trouble again, I will make sure she can't stay in Qingcheng!"
Gu Qishen stared at her, finding the gaze of the woman before him sharp and her words full of confidence.
"I'm not clear about those matters, but the trending topic was removed so that Grandma wouldn't see it." Gu Qishen explained to someone for the first time.
"The past is in the past. Regardless of the reason, I don't care." Qin He's eyes were cold. "Please convey my words to Song Nuan, and you can leave now. My brother probably doesn't want to see you."
After she finished speaking, she turned and left.
The door of the stairwell slammed shut with a bang.
Gu Qishen stood there, a complex emotion appearing on his stern face.
After leaving Qin Yun's ward and going downstairs, Yu Jing, who was waiting below, stepped forward: "Mr. Gu."
Gu Qishen looked at him: "Is Song Nuan also at the First Hospital?"
"Yes, it seems to be in the Cardiovascular Department."
"En, let's go take a look."
The Cardiovascular Department was on the thirteenth floor. Gu Qishen stopped in front of Song Nuan's ward.
Inside, her voice was no longer as gentle as usual.
"Gently! Nurse, do you even know how to give injections? Get your director over here! Why are you prescribing so much medicine for me!"
Another female voice was soothing: "Sister Nuan Nuan, it's okay. The medicine prescribed is all nutrient solution, which is good for your body. Isn't this also to make Mr. Gu dote on you?"
"Even if he needs to dote on me, he'll only come after work tonight. Why are you starting an IV now!"
Amidst the argument inside, a young nurse walked out with red eyes.
Gu Qishen furrowed his brow and opened the door to enter the ward.
Song Nuan, who was sitting on the bed, had an angry expression on her face. It was fierce and terrifying, marring her usual gentle and demure beauty.
Seeing him, Song Nuan started, and her voice softened a bit: "Qishen, why are you here? Yu Jing said you'd come after work."
Gu Qishen walked to Song Nuan's bedside and sat down in the chair hastily vacated by his assistant.
"Some matters, it was just on the way."
Song Nuan clutched the bedsheet, looking a bit nervous: "How long have you been here?"
Gu Qishen's cold eyes lifted slightly, his voice low: "Just arrived."
Just arrived, that was good.
Gu Qishen, observant and outwardly composed, asked: "Why are you suddenly hospitalized?"
"My heart isn't feeling well." Song Nuan clutched her chest, her face pale, looking like a frail beauty. "My heart has always been weak, you know that."
Gu Qishen hummed in acknowledgment.
The atmosphere in the ward was awkward. The assistant chuckled: "Sister Nuan Nuan, I'll go get some tea. You and Mr. Gu can chat first."
After the assistant left, Song Nuan cautiously gauged Gu Qishen's mood.
She twisted her hands together, looking helpless: "Qishen, I'm sorry about the trending topic yesterday."
The man lowered his gaze: "Why did you say it was the new investor who wanted to replace the actor?"
Song Nuan gritted her teeth and carefully chose her words: "You know me, I've always been guileless. I just thought that if I was replaced by Jiang Huailin, it would be embarrassing... Embarrassment is a small matter. Being replaced in the industry without reason would lead others to misunderstand me as having poor acting skills, affecting my future development."
As she spoke, she already seemed a bit wronged.
"I thought saying it was the investor's decision would give me an out. I didn't expect so many things to happen afterward."
Gu Qishen frowned deeply. Song Nuan's explanation was indeed seamless. However, was she truly simple-minded, just wanting a way out?
He had a faint answer in his heart.