I'll settle the score with you when we get home.
Meng Shang took off his glasses and placed them upside down on the desk. He raised a hand to rub his brow, but the dry, tired ache from staring at the computer screen for hours didn't ease at all with the simple massage.
Though there were still a few days until New Year's Eve, such important festivals were often when most accidents happened. Cold winter, traditional family reunions with alcohol consumption and emotional excitement—every single factor targeted their cardiothoracic surgery department. After handling Grandma's funeral and returning to Xinhai, Meng Shang had worked ten consecutive days without a break, and recently he had performed several surgeries. But fortunately, he was scheduled for a night shift on New Year's Eve itself, meaning he could go home for a reunion dinner, then rest on the first and second days of the new year, with day shifts from the third to the fifth.
Such preferential treatment, he heard, was because of his recent marriage and the fact that he hadn't taken a wedding leave—they had specially arranged a more humane schedule for his first Spring Festival.
That was what Gu Huai said, but Meng Shang didn't quite believe it. He and that nurse named Ye Huan were the main sources of rumor-spreading in their department.
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