Great Medical System in a Veterinarian-Chapter 469 - 210: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Change, Condition Worsens, Racing Against Death for Another Surgery!

Chapter 469: Chapter 210: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Change, Condition Worsens, Racing Against Death for Another Surgery!

Li Ziqing inquired.

This was what she wanted to say. Anyway, it was just her and her mother. If Senior was willing to come, it would be livelier. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Ah? I’m sorry, Ziqing, I’ve already agreed to have dinner at a friend’s house for Mid-Autumn... Thank you very much for the invitation, it’s much appreciated."

Upon hearing what it was about, Zhang Lingchuan immediately responded.

He really couldn’t make it.

"I see... Alright then, I just wanted to ask in case you had nowhere to go. If you’re going to a friend’s house, never mind. You might still come to the evening show, right? I’ll be performing between 8:30 and 9 p.m. ~"

Li Ziqing felt a little disappointed and extended the invitation as well.

"Mid-Autumn show... I don’t know, if I come back early, I’ll check it out then."

Zhang Lingchuan said.

He also wasn’t sure about what time things would end at Wanqing’s place.

"Alright! Then, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Senior Zhang! Have a great time!!"

Upon hearing that Zhang Lingchuan might come, Li Ziqing’s eyes lit up.

She was truly grateful to Senior Zhang.

If not for that talk he gave in the cafeteria, she might still be addicted to Douyin now.

He was the one who brought her out of it, and now she feels empowered by the strength of knowledge!!

"Hahaha, happy Mid-Autumn to you too. With this momentum, you’ll surely pass Level 4."

After chatting for a while.

Zhang Lingchuan hung up the phone.

He opened his phone only to see that Li Ziqing had sent a message.

She was asking if he was free for Mid-Autumn.

If he would like to go to her house for dinner and check out the freshmen’s Mid-Autumn celebration at her school.

The Art Academy usually has great ambiance for such events.

But since he had already promised Song Wanqing beforehand, Zhang Lingchuan could only see how things would go.

Soon enough, it was Mid-Autumn day.

At three in the afternoon, Zhang Lingchuan headed to Song Wanqing’s house.

"Xiaochuan, you’re here, huh? Wanqing’s busy in the kitchen."

Old Song was wearing an apron, seemingly washing vegetables.

"Teacher Zhang, have a seat on the sofa and watch some TV."

Song Wanqing, wielding a spatula, flashed a smile.

"Alright, alright..."

This was Zhang Lingchuan’s first visit to Song Wanqing’s home.

The place was a spacious four-bedroom, two-living room setup.

He noticed that most of the stuff in the rooms belonged to the father and daughter.

Certain memories suddenly clicked.

He recalled Wanqing mentioning that the pet clinic was originally her grandfather’s, then her mother’s, followed by her father’s operation. She didn’t want her mother’s efforts to be in vain and the clinic to shut down.

It turns out that’s how it was.

He pretty much understood the situation.

Especially when he saw a small photo frame on the TV cabinet, containing a black-and-white photo of a woman looking very much like Song Wanqing.

"Xiaochuan, we’re big on spicy food here. Can you handle it?"

Old Song brought some fruit for Zhang Lingchuan.

The pet clinic’s business has been thriving like never before.

Many people were asking when Dr. Zhang would be available, and indeed it was revived by him.

"Hahaha, Dad, you didn’t know, but back in Qing County, Teacher Zhang once took me to eat snail noodles. Those chilies were quite something."

Song Wanqing, busy in the kitchen, chimed in.

"Snail noodles, huh? Then I’m relieved."

Old Song chuckled.

"Um..."

Zhang Lingchuan felt a bit out of sorts, waiting in the living room and intending to help out.

But found that neither the father nor the daughter allowed him in the kitchen.

A bit after four, the Mid-Autumn dinner was ready, and the three of them began to eat.

"How is it? Xiaosong’s cooking isn’t too bad, right, Xiaochuan?"

There were about four or five dishes on the table.

Old Song looked at Zhang Lingchuan with a smile as he asked.

"It’s great, with full colors, aroma, and taste. The skills are truly commendable!"

Zhang Lingchuan gave a thumbs-up in approval.

Back when meals were made at his house, he had already witnessed her cooking prowess.

"Hahaha, Wanqing, what are you doing? Come and eat!"

Old Song, seeing Song Wanqing seemingly searching for something post-cooking, called out.

The meal was ready; what could she be looking for?

"Here I come, Dad, you wouldn’t know, but Master Zhang needs this treasure to truly enjoy his meal."

Song Wanqing pulled out two jars of fermented tofu from her treasure bag.

"Master Zhang, help yourself~"

She placed them on the table.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

As Zhang Lingchuan was sipping soup, he nearly choked at the sight of the fermented tofu jars.

"Hehehe~"

Song Wanqing laughed mischievously.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Auntie Pang’s condition began to deteriorate.

The treatment team noticed severe pain in her right upper abdomen with mild tenderness.

"We suspect the fish bone might have shifted, potentially damaging the vascular wall. I recommend proceeding with surgery ahead of schedule."

Plans couldn’t keep up with changes, and Professor Wang urgently communicated with the patient’s family.

"This... Dr. Wang, how confident are we?"

Niu Caicai asked, looking haggard.

The conservative treatment was supposed to last a week.

But only after two or three days, this issue arose.

"Hard to say. Even with surgery, we might not find the fish bone, as it might have shifted already. It could move further during the operation with the doctor’s manipulations."

"But without surgery now, removal may turn even more difficult later, and the risk of life-threatening complications increases."

Professor Wang spoke very seriously.

This was no joke.

In the end, the family agreed with the doctor’s advice.

A multidisciplinary consultation and joint surgery commenced once again.

The race against time and death began.

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