Chapter 5.2 Woke Him Up

At that moment, her phone vibrated. Seeing it was a call from Director Jiang, Shi Miao answered, “Hello, Director Jiang.”

Director Jiang instructed her to arrange for a patient in the cardiology ward, promising to send over the details shortly.

The patient was to be admitted to a VIP room, and only one bed—57—was currently available.

She turned to Jiang Yang. “Take charge of Bed 57. It’s for a patient referred by Director Jiang.”

Jiang Yang, assuming his father’s call was related to him, was caught off guard when it turned out to be about patient arrangements.

Shi Miao didn’t linger, walking off after giving instructions.

Jiang Yang quickly caught up. “The director mentioned the night shift schedule for next month. Is it ready?”

She’d been waiting for him to bring it up. “Not yet. Things have been hectic, and I’ll be busy with the charity surgeries soon.” She glanced at him sideways. “You’ll handle the schedule.”

“Me?” Jiang Yang looked incredulous.

Shi Miao nodded. “From now on, all night shift schedules are yours. While you may not have the seniority yet, you certainly have the capability. I’ll expect your draft soon.”

Jiang Yang was left speechless, feeling like a heavy crown had been placed on his head.

He didn’t follow her, instead planting his hands on his hips, tongue pressing against his cheek as he spun the thought over in his mind. He stared after Shi Miao’s retreating figure, remaining silent in place for a long moment.

Shi Miao’s phone vibrated, alerting her to a message from Dean Jiang. The patient’s surname was Shao, an 85-year-old man.

Dean Jiang added: Shao Sixuan, the old gentleman’s granddaughter, will contact you around 10 a.m. to handle the admission procedures.

Shi Miao replied: Got it.

However, she wouldn’t be in the department at 10 a.m. due to surgery, so she explained: Dean, I have surgery this morning. I’ve delegated it to Dr. He Wenqian.

Dean Jiang: Thank you for your hard work.

Since He Wenqian didn’t have surgery scheduled, Shi Miao found her senior and handed him her phone. “This patient will be admitted to Bed 57, with Dr. Jiang Yang assigned as the attending physician.”

“Alright,” He Wenqian said after reading the details, returning her phone.

Shi Miao’s surgery took three hours, and upon finishing, she returned to the ward to check on the morning’s new admission. She went to the general ward first, leaving the top-floor VIP room for last.

Mr. Shao had already been admitted. Guards stood outside his room.

Shi Miao lightly pushed open the door. The elderly man was reclining against the bedhead with his eyes closed, seemingly resting. A young woman sat by the window. Her cold chestnut-brown hair, bold brows, red lips, and deep, striking features gave her an aura of intense beauty. She must have been Mr. Shao’s granddaughter, Shao Sixuan.

Shao Sixuan glanced up at Shi Miao’s badge with casual disinterest.

Before Shi Miao could inquire about the patient’s condition, Shao Sixuan waved her hand dismissively. “From now on, unless it’s Director Gu, keep your people out.”

Shi Miao understood: she thought her credentials weren’t sufficient.

Closing the door behind her, Shi Miao left the room and returned to her office.

At lunchtime, someone treated the department to a Sichuan feast, delivered straight to the hospital. Colleagues who hadn’t had surgeries that morning were already gathered around, eating together

He Wenqian waved her over. “Hurry up! If you’re free any later, we’ll finish everything.”

Shi Miao first went to the fridge, grabbed a juice box, and began sipping it as she asked, “Who’s treating us today?”

He Wenqian chuckled. “The director, rewarding us.”

Gu Changshen was known for being the most generous department head in the hospital, often treating his team to lavish meals.

Stretching out his long legs, He Wenqian pulled a chair over for Shi Miao and asked, “What’s up with Jiang Yang?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Shi Miao replied. “What happened this time?”

“He refused to join us for lunch, saying he wasn’t hungry. Then he silently walked off. Spent the whole morning glued to the computer writing medical records, glaring at anyone who spoke to him. No idea what set him off.”

Shi Miao thought it might have to do with the night shift scheduling but wasn’t sure.

At 1:45 p.m., Jiang Yang returned to the office. With a sour expression, he planted himself in front of his computer, staring at a blank spot on the screen. His hunger eventually got the better of him, and just before his break ended, he got up to make instant noodles.

The aroma wafted out as soon as he peeled back the lid.

Shi Miao strolled over, leaning against his desk. “Got the night shift schedule done yet?”

Jiang Yang: “…”

Of all the topics, she had to bring that one up. He couldn’t even eat his noodles in peace.

After being tasked with the schedule, curiosity had initially driven him to give it a try. He spent the entire morning fiddling with it, much to his colleagues’ misunderstanding—they thought he was working on patient records. But no matter how he arranged it, someone would inevitably be unhappy.

Previously, Jiang Yang only paid attention to his own night shifts, never considering his colleagues’. Now, after taking a closer look at the past schedules, he realized Shi Miao hadn’t singled him out.

It had been his own misunderstanding.

Today seemed cursed—nothing was going right. He hadn’t finalized the schedule, and on top of that, a confrontation with the family of the patient in Bed 57 nearly made him explode.

Without waiting for the noodles to soften, Jiang Yang pried off the lid and started eating.

As he noisily slurped a few bites, Shi Miao remained leaning on his desk, unusually patient as she waited for his answer.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Jiang Yang begrudgingly relented. “I don’t have the time to deal with that schedule. Just use your original one!”

With that, the night shift scheduling ordeal came to an end.

Shi Miao stood up straight. “Take your time eating. No one’s going to steal it from you.”

Jiang Yang: “…”

The entire afternoon, Jiang Yang’s face was a picture of displeasure

By evening, the head nurse casually mentioned that Jiang Yang had been given a hard time by the family of the patient in Bed 57. They thought his credentials were too junior and told him to stay out of the room. Even after learning he was the dean’s son, their attitude didn’t change.

“She’s a piece of work,” the head nurse whispered. “The old gentleman is lovely, but his granddaughter is… something else.”

For someone like Jiang Yang, who usually sat comfortably at the top of the food chain, experiencing life at the bottom must have been a shock to the system.

Shi Miao, on the other hand, was unfazed. Such encounters were routine for her. Jiang Yang simply hadn’t faced enough of them yet.

Later that night, after finishing her tasks, Shi Miao pulled out her phone and sent a message to Min Ting:

The night shift issue is resolved. Thanks.