Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 1

Wen Di Is Sick Again

Anzhou City Grade A Tertiary Hospital Cardiothoracic Surgery Overloaded: Where Should Medical Risk Concerns Go Under Staff Shortages? Little Wen, this report is well-written. It will definitely cause a stir. I plan to submit it for next month’s outstanding news awards. If you win, you can be promoted to Deputy Head of the Editorial Department. Huo Qingyun, Editor-in-Chief of Anzhou Times, signed the final proof and handed it to the young man, smiling meaningfully.

Thank you, President Huo. My work still needs more polishing, Wen Di replied with a slight smile, neither humble nor arrogant.

This was Wen Di’s fifth year at Anzhou Times. The once green and reckless youth had long since shed his immaturity to become a pillar of the editorial department.

Young man, building a career is important, but your health is more important! You should also pay attention to your personal life. Do you want me to set you up with someone? Huo Qingyun pushed up his glasses and looked at Wen Di through the lenses.

Wen Di was fair-skinned and had a pair of small canine teeth when he smiled, but he had grown increasingly thin over the past few years, and his complexion seemed to have an unhealthy pallor.

Thank you for your concern, President Huo. I’ll take care of myself. As for my personal life… you’re joking. I want to focus on my career for a few more years. We’ll talk about it later. I’ll be going now, I’ll let you get back to work. Wen Di left the Editor-in-Chief’s office with the sample issue. Once inside the elevator, he let out a sigh of relief. He leaned weakly against the elevator wall, pressing his arm firmly against his stomach, trying to use the pressure to suppress that restless organ. His heart had also been giving him trouble lately, often twitching with sudden pain.

After handing the documents to the printing department, Wen Di left the Radio and Television Center.

Anzhou First People’s Hospital—the hospital where Wen Di had been conducting an undercover investigation for two months.

Two months ago, Wen Di received a tip that surgeries in the Cardiac Surgery department of Anzhou First People’s Hospital were in such high demand that getting one was nearly impossible. The surgical schedule usually required a wait of about a month, and some patients passed away because their conditions couldn’t wait.

Then why not change hospitals for the surgery? Can’t they tell if their life is more important than waiting in line? Wen Di had wondered.

The informant’s reply was: Only a doctor named Lu Huaichu could perform those high-difficulty surgeries beautifully. Many patients came specifically for Dr. Lu.

Preferring to wait until death rather than change hospitals or doctors—Wen Di didn’t understand this mindset, but he still chose to take on the topic. I’ll follow this lead. Thanks for the tip.

This might be the thing Wen Di would regret most when looking back a year later, but it was also the choice he least regretted making.

Dr. Lu, the last patient has been seen. Aren’t you going to rest yet?

A young nurse passed by the Cardiac Surgery office and saw Lu Huaichu, who was on duty today, still working at his computer. She spoke out of concern.

Hearing her voice, Lu Huaichu looked up from behind the computer at the young girl at the door. Mm, not leaving yet. There’s still some work to finish. Go ahead to the cafeteria and eat.

Lu Huaichu’s facial features weren’t exactly soft, but his voice was very pleasant. Standing at 190 centimeters, he had a thin waist, long legs, and broad shoulders. In a white coat, he exuded a sense of uniform temptation, and without it, he exuded a different kind of alluring charm.

Although the female doctors and nurses in the hospital liked this handsome, talented, and good-natured man, they all consciously kept their distance from Lu Huaichu.

Because Lu Huaichu had a boyfriend. They seemed to have started dating a few months ago, and he was apparently one of his patients…

Wen Di got out of the taxi. A gust of damp, cold wind slipped into his collar. He shivered, feeling his stomach twitch with pain again. He raised his hand to his forehead to check his temperature; it felt a bit hot, but he couldn’t tell if he had a fever or if his hand was just too cold.

Rubbing his hands together, Wen Di blew some warm breath into his palms, then wrapped his coat tightly around himself and walked into the outpatient department. He went up to the third floor with practiced ease and walked down the corridor. The nurses on the noon shift already knew Wen Di. When they saw each other from a distance, they smiled and nodded politely. A nurse pointed toward Lu Huaichu’s office and then lowered her head to continue her work.

However, the gossip in her eyes couldn’t be hidden. His build and looks were not inferior to Dr. Lu’s at all! He was just a bit shorter than Dr. Lu, but he looked to be at least 180 centimeters tall, and he had a pair of dimples! Dr. Lu’s boyfriend was indeed very handsome!

Wen Di pushed open the door. As soon as he turned to close it, he fell into a familiar, warm embrace. Baby… I missed you. Even though it’s only been one morning since I saw you…

Lu Huaichu’s aggrieved voice sounded behind Wen Di’s ear.

Let me look at you. Are you feeling better? Is your heart still bothering you? You haven’t eaten yet, right? Does your stomach hurt? I brought back some light food from the cafeteria. Have some.

Dr. Lu is such a grown man and yet he’s still acting like a spoiled child… Don’t worry, I’m fine. Wen Di felt like he really might have a fever; his head was dizzy and heavy as he leaned into Lu Huaichu’s arms.

It’s clearly the great Reporter Wen who is such a grown man and yet still can’t take care of himself, making me worry all the time.

Lu Huaichu turned the person in his arms around, only then noticing that Wen Di’s face was somewhat pale, yet flushed with a faint feverish glow.

He raised his hand, his warm palm covering Wen Di’s forehead. It seems you have a bit of a fever. Sit on the sofa first, I’ll take your temperature.

There was a folding sofa bed in Lu Huaichu’s office, bought after he got together with Wen Di.

One was a doctor, the other a reporter. Due to their professions, being apart more than together was the norm for them. Therefore, both cherished the time they could spend together. Even if it meant squeezing onto the sofa bed in the middle of the night to accompany Lu Huaichu on his shift, Wen Di never tired of it.

Lu Huaichu took out a neatly folded thin blanket from the bottom of the wardrobe and draped it over Wen Di, wishing he could wrap him up like a zongzi. Then he took his stethoscope out of his white coat pocket, warming it in his palm for a while before daring to press it against Wen Di’s skin.

Your heart rate is a bit fast, likely caused by the rising body temperature. Eat something in a bit, and I’ll prescribe some medicine for you. You’ll be fine after you drink it and get some sleep. Lu Huaichu looked at Wen Di with heartache.

I’m fine, don’t be so nervous all the time… Wen Di felt helpless about how Lu Huaichu was always as highly stressed about his health as a bomb disposal expert. Because of this, he didn’t let Lu Huaichu know that his stomach had actually been hurting all morning.

What are you thinking about? Lu Huaichu sat beside Wen Di and opened the food containers on the small coffee table: a portion of red date millet porridge, a serving of stir-fried green vegetables, some stewed pork ribs, and steamed coarse grains.

Nothing. Wen Di struggled to sit up from under the blanket, a wave of dizziness hitting him. When he saw the food on the table, he instantly lost his appetite. Lu Huaichu, are you feeding a rabbit? I don’t want to eat this…