Chapter 27 – Fire Su Ying?

Su Ying paused slightly and looked down at Gu Jinghong.

“What did you just say?”

Gu Jinghong seemed a little annoyed.

“Nothing. Just continue.”

Su Ying pressed her lips together and couldn’t help but chuckle.

One hand supported Gu Jinghong’s neck, while the other carefully shaved his stubble. Though her hand wasn’t the steadiest, it was enough to ensure she didn’t hurt him.

Even though she had once wielded surgical tools with ease, this wasn’t her original body. Without muscle memory, if she wanted to return to being a doctor, she would have to seriously retrain herself.

Gu Jinghong slightly tilted his face upward. The nerves in his neck were particularly sensitive, and Su Ying’s warm fingers felt almost too hot, as if her touch was seeping into his skin and spreading through his body.

“This blanket’s a bit warm too. Do we have a thinner one in the house?”

Su Ying was focused on battling his stubborn stubble and didn’t quite catch what he said.

“What did you say just now? Wait a moment, let me finish shaving first. Be careful or I’ll accidentally cut you.”

She moved her hand upward—and this time her fingers pressed directly against his lips.

The soft sensation made Gu Jinghong’s breathing hitch. Just as he was about to protest, she calmly added:

“Don’t speak. Talk after I finish.”

Gu Jinghong was left sulking, silenced by Su Ying. He cast her a cool glance, but seeing how seriously focused she was—her brow even glistening with sweat—he stopped struggling and quietly cooperated.

About ten minutes later, Su Ying finally finished shaving the last bit of his stubble and let out a long sigh of relief.

“Whew… that was a lot of work. Finally done.”

She took a towel and carefully wiped his face clean, inspecting him closely.

“Our dear commander is truly handsome. Now that you’ve washed your face, you’re a fresh-faced young man again.”

Gu Jinghong’s expression softened, a faint hint of a smile flickering in his eyes—though it quickly disappeared.

“What time do you go to work?”

Su Ying glanced at the wall clock. It was 7:45 a.m. She figured by the time she helped him wash up and eat, she’d be a bit late—but no more than ten or fifteen minutes.

She didn’t worry much. She figured this job was probably already gone, so what were ten minutes more?

“No rush. Let’s wash your face first. I made porridge—it should be ready soon. After washing up, it’ll be just in time to eat.”

Li Weimin, who used to wash Gu Jinghong’s face, only used a damp towel. His skin now reddened in large patches when rubbed—clearly, it had become too sensitive.

So Su Ying opted to wash his face with actual water this time. She wrapped his body below the neck with a towel, then worked to roll him over onto his stomach in order to wash both his face and hair.

It was definitely labor-intensive. Su Ying was barely 90 pounds (about 40kg), and moving Gu Jinghong took real effort. Just washing his face took her over half an hour.

Then she helped him eat breakfast. By the time she rushed to the hospital, it was already past 8:30.

But nobody cared much about a janitor showing up late. Yang Tianjiao, who had been scared off by her mop attack yesterday, didn’t dare provoke her again today.

Since she hadn’t been officially told to resign, Su Ying picked up her mop and broom and got to work.

After mopping the fourth floor and heading downstairs, she overheard two nurses chatting:

“Director Zhao is amazing! You didn’t see how hard the family cried—so grateful. They brought her tons of gifts after she saved that mother yesterday. I even heard they made a silk banner to thank her!”

Su Ying paused, tilting her head to listen more closely.

A mother? That must have been the woman from yesterday.
So she really did survive.

Still, with Zhao’s medical ethics, she didn’t really deserve the credit.

Su Ying shook her head and went back to work. After finishing her rounds, she brought her mop to the hospital library.

Since she was still dressed in her janitor uniform, nobody stopped her. She went from shelf to shelf, stopping whenever she found books related to the nervous system.

Although this era didn’t have as many medical books as modern times, there might still be some old texts or references to rare or complex conditions.

Unfortunately, she was a bit disappointed. There weren’t many neurology books here. She realized she’d probably have to visit a top medical university or teaching hospital library instead, where professors might be conducting serious research on spinal injuries.

Meanwhile, in the 5th-floor conference room, the hospital’s academic seminar was wrapping up. Just as the meeting was about to end, Director Zhao stood up.

“Dean, I have one more thing to bring up.”

Dean Li Gang looked toward her.

“Director Zhao, I heard you pulled a mother back from the brink of death yesterday. Her family brought you a silk banner today, didn’t they? Well done. That’s the kind of life-saving spirit all doctors should have. Everyone should learn from Director Zhao!”

The attending physicians from other departments applauded.

Director Zhao thoroughly enjoyed the spotlight.
This incident had given her great prestige, and it was a boost for her ambitions to one day compete for the vice-dean position.

“Thank you, Dean. But as you said, saving lives is our duty. No need for special praise.”

Seeing everyone smile, she immediately adopted a more serious tone.

“Colleagues, I want to address an issue regarding a newly hired janitor. She just started two days ago, but yesterday she assaulted Yang Tianjiao. As a result, Yang didn’t even come to work today—probably still vomiting at home. I suggest we fire this kind of person.”

Some in the room looked confused. Others whispered to their neighbors about the incident.

“Isn’t Yang Tianjiao in charge of HR? Why was she even dealing with restrooms?”

One straightforward doctor muttered aloud.

Everyone’s gaze shifted toward Director Zhao. After all, Yang Tianjiao was one of her people. And now Zhao was bringing the issue to a departmental meeting? They all assumed that janitor must have offended her.

Dean Li frowned and waved a hand.

“This is a matter for the logistics department. Let them investigate. If she really doesn’t belong here, we’ll let her go.”

He stood to adjourn the meeting. But just as he was leaving, he paused and turned back to ask:

“What’s the janitor’s name? How many new hires joined yesterday? Was one of them named…”

“Su Ying.”

Director Zhao had already sensed that the dean wasn’t taking her complaint seriously, which pleased her—logistics could be easily manipulated. If she just treated the department head to a meal, the matter would be resolved.

She was already planning to do just that once the meeting ended.

But suddenly, the dean stopped in his tracks, turning to stare at her sharply.

“What did you say her name was?”

Everyone who had started to stand now halted again, glancing from the dean to Director Zhao.

Zhao looked confused, her voice softer than before:

“Uh… Su Ying.”

The dean’s eyes narrowed. He pressed both hands on the table and asked:

“How many people reported for duty yesterday?”

Director Zhao was no fool. Sensing the sudden tension, her brain raced.

“I’m not sure. I’d have to check. Dean, is something wrong?”