Wen Leyu's Scissor Hands

"Where's Niu Chunhua? Where did Niu Chunhua go?"

Outside the imaging department of a prestigious maternal and children's hospital in the capital, a nurse shouted twice at the top of her lungs, obvious impatience written across her face.

An old madam hurriedly forced a smile. "Doctor, Doctor, my daughter-in-law went to the restroom. She'll be back soon, very soon."

"She went to the restroom? What was she doing earlier?" The nurse's face darkened. "So many people are waiting in line just for you? Wait for the next one! Li Dongmei, Li Dongmei, come in!"

The old madam immediately panicked and pulled out something to stuff into the nurse's hand. "No, Doctor, we've been waiting all morning. We were only delayed for a moment."

The nurse recoiled as if shocked by electricity. "Don't try that with me! Keep this up and I'll make you wait until the very end."

"..."

Li Ye and Wen Leyu stood farther back in line. Watching what had just happened up ahead made him feel as if he had returned to his previous life, lining up for nucleic acid tests. He could not help growing irritated.

Don't talk about "being cultured and composed." No matter how refined someone was, they could only maintain a calm surface. Whoever was anxious knew it in their own heart.

Ever since Li Ye had told Wen Leyu the day before yesterday that they should come to the hospital and see whether the baby was healthy, she had taken it to heart and specifically asked around about a highly skilled imaging doctor.

But this imaging doctor was not only famous; she also had a fierce temper. She did not allow anyone to cut in line. Even if you had connections, she would only say, "I can examine you carefully, but you