At noon, there was silence in the dormitory of Oriental Medical University.

Students who are still in the basic learning stage are recuperating and waiting for the afternoon class.

The young doctors who have already interned seized the time to rest and are always ready for the afternoon's work.

Little A and Little B went to bed and lay down on the corpse as expected.

Xiao C glanced at Lin Ke'an, who was quietly reading the literature behind him, between playing the game, and didn't speak, but the sound of pressing the keyboard was a little quieter.

They're used to it.

Scholars are not made in a day.

It's day after day, year after year......

......

Zhang Tianyang didn't sleep either.

Three roommates sleep and sleep, play games and play games, and fall in love.

He just sat at his desk with his head propped up in his arms and closed his eyes.

The mind is completely immersed in the system.

All kinds of patients with high difficulty in lumbar puncture are simulated by the system, and they line up in front of him to wait to be operated.

The old lady's condition was indeed critical, which put a lot of pressure on him.

The drain on the top of the head has been in place for ten days, and if it continues to be retained, the record of infection is very, very high.

Once complicated by intracranial infection, the old lady's condition deteriorates dramatically.

But the waist piercing can't be worn.

He couldn't even tell if he was really not dressed properly, or if there was a clot blocking the passage, which was not there in the first place.

But either way, try hard.

After all, if it fails again this afternoon, it will be necessary to take anticoagulants.

This is the same behavior as a gamble for the old lady with subarachnoid hemorrhage.

If there was another way, no one would want to gamble.

......

At 2:15 p.m., Zhang Tianyang arrived at the Internal Medicine Building 15 minutes earlier than scheduled.

It's still a place to sleep, and the elevator is nowhere near as crowded as when you go to work in the morning and get off work at noon.

It's the same with the wards.

In the hall where the neurology department had just turned in, the family members who had crowded here in the morning to wait for the results, go through the hospitalization, and visit the patients had disappeared, perhaps somewhere to find a place to sleep.

The two little nurses in the nurses' station are busy with their own work.

There was only an old man, pacing back and forth somewhat crampedly, and then finally came to the nurse's station.

"Well, delay the time of the eldest sister. ”

"May I ask that, is Doctor Song here here?"

The old man was referring to the ICU ward, which was blocked by white walls and thick curtains.

Zhang Tianyang's footsteps paused slightly and stopped.

In the ICU ward, there is only one doctor surnamed Song, Director Song, surnamed Song.

At this point in time, come to Dr. Song, it shouldn't be the family of the 76-bed old lady, right?

Zhang Tianyang pretended to bow his head and play with his mobile phone, and paid attention to the old man, who was likely to be the old lady's family.

The little nurse in the nurse's station explained to the old man in a soft voice, "It's not time to go to work yet, you can come back later, and they will come at three o'clock." ”

The old man was still a little cramped, "But, but Dr. Song asked me to come at half past two." ”

"Then wait for half past two. The little nurse pointed to the time next to her, "It's only 2:15, wait a little longer." ”

"Eh, okay, okay. ”

The old man hurriedly responded, for fear of disturbing the work of the two little nurses, and walked to the side step by step.

There were no young men coming up to talk to him or hand him water, and he seemed to have come alone.

Thinking of the rumors that Lin Lin revealed at noon about the old lady's family losing her son, Zhang Tianyang felt more and more that this old man should be the old lady's family.

Looks normal.

He is a reasonable person.

There should be nothing wrong with the conversation in the waiting session.

I'm afraid, the family is unreasonable, so that the doctor doesn't even give the old lady a chance to fight for her life.

He was calm in his heart, and just wanted to go inside, but he saw the old man pacing for a while and walked to the side of the bulletin board.

The old man wore a black canvas bag that looked a little old around his waist.

He looked up for a moment, then pulled out a stack of A4 paper from his bag, along with a pen.

The old ladies in the ICU ward are all 76 years old, and the old man should be older.

His thin hands and arms were covered with brown age spots of varying shades.

After all, he is older, and the hand holding the pen can clearly be seen to be shaking.

But he still stubbornly clutched the pen, and then spread out the stack of A4 papers, and picked them up one by one to compare them with the text in the bulletin board.

Zhang Tianyang quietly took two steps closer.

On the bulletin board, what is printed is the illustrated popular science, "Key Points of Home Care for Stroke Patients".

And in the old man's hand, half of the entire stack of A4 paper was already copied with dense handwriting.

Finally, he checked the handwriting on the bulletin board and matched the paragraph he copied.

Zhang Tianyang seemed to see a moment of joy on his face.

Then, a little trembling nib landed on the paper.

One stroke, one stroke, the old man wrote a little hard.

But I still stubbornly copied it.

Zhang Tianyang suddenly couldn't help it.

A few steps forward, "These can be taken with a mobile phone, or you can print them out, if you don't know, I can help you." ”

The old man was a little stunned and waved his hand crampedly.

"No, no, I just want to copy it myself. ”

Afraid that Zhang Tianyang would think he was shirking, he even took out his mobile phone to show him.

"Old man, I can use my phone. ”

"But when I photographed it, I remembered it when I copied it. ”

"A good memory is better than a bad pen!"

The old man said as he spoke, and a smile rolled into an old face.

"My wife will come out in a few days, and I will have to take care of her, old man!"

Did he really not know about the old lady's condition?

There are so many consent letters in the course of the illness record, so many serious illness notices, and so many rescue records, will he not know?

But he still copied them one by one.

still firmly believes that his wife will get better and will need him to take care of her.

Zhang Tianyang didn't know what to say for a while, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again.

He could only find the little nurse at the nurse's station and borrow a chair to make it easier for the old man to copy.

Bypassing the nurses' station again and passing through the iron door separating the ward and office area, Zhang Tianyang glanced back.

The old man sat in his chair for a while, sticking his head out to read the words on the bulletin board.

Perhaps he didn't think he could see clearly, so he stood up again, and the whole person lay on the glass of the bulletin board, and continued to draw one stroke at a time.

"Boom!"

The iron door closed behind him.

......

Sure enough, the conversation went well.

Zhang Tianyang changed into a white coat, put on a mask and hat, followed behind the attending doctor and Song Changkong, and listened silently without any sense of existence, not letting the old man recognize him.

Silently listened to the two white coats explain the old lady's critical condition to the old man in detail.

Silently listened to the old man with tears in his eyes to show that he knew.

Silently watched the old man squeeze the tip of his pen with a slightly trembling hand, and sign his name on the consent form.

The serious look, just like he was lying in front of the glass of the bulletin board, copying down the hope in his heart one by one.

Then, the conversation is over and the lumbar piercing is ready.

When he was standing in front of the old lady's bed and was about to start posing, Zhang Tianyang involuntarily pinched his badge.

Caught in the badge was the golden amulet given to him by Lin Lin when he was still in the nephrology department.

Zhang Tianyang: He has never believed in ghosts and gods.

But at this moment, he inexplicably had expectations.

The fingertips touched the cold touch of the small golden sign.

He prayed silently in his heart.

"If there really are gods.

If there is really luck.

So can you.

Apparition once. ”