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My daughter, who had just obtained her driver's license, was involved in a serious car accident, and the surgeon who performed the surgery happened to be my wife, the chief surgeon. After hearing the news, my wife rushed from the meeting, but before entering the operating room, she took a phone call and turned next door. Seeing that the heartbeat curve on the monitor was flattening, the nurse shouted to me anxiously: "Family, the patient's aorta has ruptured. If we don't operate, it will be too late!" I called my wife countless times with trembling hands, and my tone was desperate and humble. "Xiaoya, please come and save our daughter..." When the call was finally answered, the woman's tone was impatient. "Have you made enough trouble? Why do you insist on getting attention for your daughter's critical illness notice? Lu Ze is a little nervous for the first time to have an operation. I'm here to guide him on what's going on. You know better, just like this, I will go and take a look after the operation is over." The next second, his student's Moments popped up on his phone, and the two of them in surgical suits took a selfie head-to-head, which stung my eyes. Caption: [Dr. Lu is not only the patient's angel, but also my reassurance. The woman doesn't know that she can no longer wait to visit her daughter. What was waiting for her was her daughter's death certificate.

My daughter, who had just obtained her driver's license, was involved in a serious car accident. The surgeon who performed the surgery happened to be her husband, who was the chief of surgery. After hearing the news, my husband rushed from the meeting, but before entering the operating room, he took a phone call and turned next door. Seeing the heartbeat curve on the monitor flattening, the nurse shouted to me anxiously: "Family, the patient's aorta has ruptured, and it will be too late if we don't operate!" I called my husband countless times with trembling hands, my tone desperate and humble. "Lu Ze, please come and save our daughter..." When the call was finally answered, the man's tone was impatient. "Have you made enough trouble? Why do you insist on drawing attention to your daughter's critical illness notice? Xiaoya is a little nervous for the first time to have an operation. I'm here to guide her on what's going on. You know better, just like this. I will go and take a look after the operation is over." The next second, his student's friend circle popped up on his phone. The two of them were wearing surgical clothes and taking a selfie head-to-head. It stung my eyes. Caption: [Dr. Lu is not only the patient's angel, but also my reassurance. The man doesn't know that he can no longer wait to visit his daughter. What was waiting for him was his daughter's death certificate.

Five years after I gave up inheriting the family business, my wife Shen Yanqi finally saved enough money and took me to see our future wedding room for the first time. But just after paying the deposit, an unfamiliar number called. I could clearly see the word "boss" in the note, but my wife, who was always optimistic, suddenly turned pale. "Husband, the construction site collapsed, and several of my brothers were buried. I... Have to go rescue people..." Her voice trembled, with the anxiety and loyalty unique to the lower class, she grabbed her helmet and ran out. While staring closely at her running back, the house purchase contract in my hand was crumpled into a ball. After dialing the driver's phone number, I said in a cold tone: "Check the owner of the number just now." Oh, a landslide at the construction site? This play is really well acted. Nothing happened to the largest real estate company under my name. How could she, a part-time worker, have any dangerous "brothers" to save? I want to see which "boss" is in such a hurry.

Five years after I gave up inheriting the family business, my husband Zhou Ran finally saved enough money and took me to see our future wedding home for the first time. But just after paying the deposit, an unfamiliar number called. I could clearly see the word "boss" in the note, but my husband, who was always optimistic, suddenly turned pale. "Honey, the foreman said that the construction site collapsed and several of my brothers were buried. I... Have to go rescue people..." His voice was trembling, and with the anxiety and loyalty unique to the lower class, he grabbed his helmet and ran out. While staring closely at his running back, the house purchase contract in my hand was crumpled into a ball. After dialing the driver's phone number, I said in a cold tone: "Check the owner of the number just now." Oh, a landslide at the construction site? This play is really well acted. Nothing happened to the largest real estate company under my name. How could he, a part-time worker, have any dangerous "brothers" to save? I want to see which "boss" is in such a hurry.