The professions of doctors and nurses, often lauded as "Angels in White," can sometimes prove more terrifying than demons.

Take, for instance, Luo Kelong's mid-section; it is now swollen like a sausage, occasionally pierced by agonizing pain, yet the doctor responsible merely prescribed anti-inflammatories and administered an IV drip.

Wang Zhuo was, in fact, being unfair to the surgeon who operated on Luo Kelong. Since Young Master Luo was placed under observation treatment yesterday afternoon, the initial aspiration of fluid—the surgeon’s first task—was never completed before the doctor was replaced. The physician subsequently assigned to Luo Kelong was mediocre in skill but possessed an overbearing personality. When he examined Luo Kelong, the Young Master merely inquired if it was time to change the medication, but the doctor perceived this as being commanded, a sign of disrespect, and an indicator that the patient was too self-assured, thus breeding immediate antagonism!

A doctor with such a temperament is destined to be beaten to death by patients and their families sooner or later, but because he excels in sports, he hasn't been killed yet. The result is that Luo Kelong had the misfortune of encountering such an incompetent physician.

However, even incompetent doctors sometimes consider the consequences. Although he disregarded Luo Kelong’s "command," he was wary of a malpractice suit. Therefore, he privately instructed Lu Xue to monitor the patient’s condition closely and notify him immediately if anything changed.

Thus, the determining factor for Luo Kelong's happiness for the rest of his life quietly fell into Lu Xue's hands.

"Check the wound. Why isn’t the doctor here?"

Luo Kelong frowned and questioned Lu Xue. In the past, even for a minor cold or fever requiring an injection, he would be visited by vice-presidents or department heads. Now, the doctor who should be present hadn't shown up at all. He was already simmering with suppressed anger.

"The doctor is in surgery and can’t come right now," Lu Xue glanced at him and asked coolly, "Do you want me to check it first, or wait until the doctor is done with the operation?"

Damn a giant watermelon... Luo Kelong was furious internally. He shot a cold look at Lu Xue, thinking, You dare to act high and mighty with me? If this were two days ago, a mere flick of my wrist and you’d obediently crawl on the floor, presenting your rear for me to ride!

But thinking was all he could do; circumstances dictated the reality. Luo Kelong knew his current situation. Even though she was just a nurse, he was truly powerless against her right now. Moreover, if he angered her, he would inevitably suffer more needle pricks during injections or have his wound tugged during dressing changes!

Resigned, Luo Kelong had to swallow his pride and reluctantly say, "Then check it first."

Lifting the thin blanket and protective pad, Lu Xue saw the small, miserable patch of skin. There was a relatively short wound near the center-front, meticulously stitched in several places. The surrounding tissue was somewhat swollen, accompanied by fluid accumulation, but there was no foul odor.

Under these circumstances, with the anti-inflammatory medication constantly active, infection wouldn't occur. However, because of the fluid buildup under the stitches, the wound couldn't heal until the fluid was drained.

The two monitoring personnel standing guard curiously came over to take a look. They exchanged glances, both quite impressed by this Young Master Luo. They had seen people use self-harm as a ruse to evade legal punishment, but daring to use a blade on one's own private parts was unprecedented.

One of them asked Lu Xue, "It’s not serious, is it?"

"It’s fine, no inflammation," Lu Xue replied casually, omitting any mention of the fluid buildup.

"Have you urinated?" Lu Xue asked, looking at Luo Kelong’s slightly distended lower abdomen.

Luo Kelong frowned, "Not yet. I can't go."

The other monitoring staff member asked Lu Xue, "With his condition, doesn't he need a catheter?"

There are many stories of caregivers becoming intimate with the nursing staff. This man seemed to be pursuing that angle, deliberately using such suggestive topics to flirt with Lu Xue. Who wouldn't want to develop some kind of ambiguous relationship with a tall, beautiful nurse?

Luo Kelong suppressed his rage, mentally cursing the man’s entire ancestry. You need a catheter? Your whole family needs catheters!

Lu Xue smiled faintly and said, "It’s not that serious. Actually, he should walk around a bit to promote blood circulation in his muscles—then he should be able to void naturally."

The monitoring personnel grunted and asked Luo Kelong, "Can you get up and walk?"

Luo Kelong’s heart jolted. He suddenly considered an important possibility: this nurse might have been bribed by his relatives, deliberately creating this opportunity to get him moving so she could pass him a note or something!

Like a drowning man spotting driftwood, Luo Kelong was immediately swayed by his conjecture. Normally, the pampered Young Master, having suffered such severe injuries and pain, would curse anyone who asked if he could walk. But now, he would struggle to leave this cursed sickbed, even if he had to crawl!

"I should be able to, I’ll try," he said, forcing a bitter smile while suppressing the excitement in his heart.

Under the discerning gaze of his X-ray vision, Wang Zhuo could see clearly through Lu Xue’s petty tricks and Luo Kelong's shifting state of mind.

When Lu Xue said Luo Kelong was recovering "quite well," Wang Zhuo immediately snorted with laughter. Based on Luo Kelong’s current condition, if the accumulated fluid wasn't cleared quickly, the dozen or so stitches he received yesterday would be useless. If the tissue around the wound became necrotic from soaking in the fluid, he would need another surgery, and then Luo Kelong’s organ would never return to its previous state!

What would it become? Based on Wang Zhuo's medical expertise and insight, at best, there would be an indentation, leading to poor blood flow at the front of the wound. In severe cases, it could even affect mobility, rendering it useful only for draining urine in the future—nothing more!

Compared to Luo Kelong's ordeal, even Bie Donghao could be considered fortunate!

Taking firm steps, enduring inhuman pain, Heike Long began walking in the ward. He even consciously controlled his legs, preventing them from shaking too much, trying hard to convince the two monitoring personnel that he had indeed regained some mobility and could walk on the floor. The ICU room wasn't small, but Luo Kelong's condition didn't actually require an ICU bed; he was placed here for easier surveillance. Thus, the room contained several idle pieces of medical equipment, making the space rather cramped.

Lu Xue and the two monitoring personnel stood watching in the room, leaving very little space for Luo Kelong to maneuver.

"Good, walk around more, and you’ll be able to void soon," Lu Xue casually misled him, deliberately speaking to the monitoring staff member who had been flirting with her. "You all should let him walk around more. It would be best if he could use the restroom down the hall; then you won't have to empty his urinal."

The two monitoring personnel chuckled. Earlier that morning, they had asked the night-shift nurse to empty Luo Kelong's urinal, but the senior nurse had given them a glare, saying they were four grown men with hands and feet—if they wanted it emptied, they should do it themselves. They ended up drawing straws, and the loser had to do the job.

"Then let him go by himself; we’ll just accompany him," said the older one.

Luo Kelong was overjoyed. At this moment, he truly regarded Lu Xue as his angel, unaware that she wasn't creating an opportunity for him to contact the outside world, but rather wanted to parade him around, displaying his pathetic state to Wang Zhuo.

"Boss, are we just going to sit here?"

Sun Donghao looked around boredly and asked Wang Zhuo casually.

Wang Zhuo suddenly chuckled, "Don’t rush. The man surnamed Luo is about to come out."

As soon as the words left his mouth, they saw Lu Xue backing out of a distant room, casting a half-smiling glance towards them. Then, a trembling figure emerged at an extremely slow pace, stooped over, hunched, and moving sideways.

Oh my God! Donghao's eyes immediately widened. What a pathetic sight this man was! His legs were trembling, spread at a very awkward angle, as if a lead ball were hanging between his thighs—he couldn't bring his legs together, yet he dared not step too quickly for fear of tearing his lifeline. One of his legs also bore mottled burn marks, indicating the intense pain this posture must be inflicting on the skin of his instep!

"This posture looks a lot like the Pei Yuan Stance from Tai Chi Five Elements Art," Donghao chuckled in amusement, his face filled with schadenfreude.

Luo Kelong’s forehead was beaded with cold sweat, trickling down his face and dripping silently onto his gown. He dared not look up, focusing only on shuffling forward. His goal was the restroom just five meters away across the hall. Though every step was arduous, it wasn't unattainable.

The four monitoring personnel were stunned by the tenacity he displayed. This man could endure what others could not; he was a man of genuine mettle! While lying down, they hadn't fully grasped it, but now that he was standing, they realized what a painful ordeal walking was. Upon standing, the systemic blood pressure shifted vertically, and the pressure on his upper body bore down on the wound between his legs, causing a sensation as if it were about to be torn apart. Furthermore, the burns on his legs were severe, feeling as if the skin itself was being forcibly ripped away. If not for his tenacious will to survive, he would have surely collapsed by now!

"Well done, Mr. Luo," Lu Xue encouraged. "You're walking slowly with your head down; try to look forward."

Luo Kelong managed a bitter smile internally. He was already trying his utmost; how could he possibly lift his head to look ahead! Nevertheless, thinking what he might, he struggled to follow Lu Xue’s instruction, because he needed to appear cooperative with the treatment to lull the four guards into a false sense of security and create an opportunity for himself!

Dripping with cold sweat, Luo Kelong finally managed to raise his once-proud head. He suddenly noticed two young men sitting on a rest chair several meters ahead, watching him with mocking eyes.

What the hell are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a patient?! Luo Kelong cursed inwardly, then his body violently convulsed. His eyes widened like brass bells, fixed intently on one of the men!

How could it be him? Wang Zhuo!

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