Zhang Tianyang was a little helpless.

He had already hurried to tell the patient's family the good news first, and he didn't give him a chance to scare himself if he wanted to think about it, so why did he still cry!

"That's good news, don't cry......"

He tried in vain to comfort the middle-aged man who was crying deeply, feeling a little helpless.

It's okay for him to coax the crying little girl, and coax a middle-aged man......

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I really can't do it!

The attending doctor and Song Changkong didn't have much to do, and their faces were full of love and couldn't help.

The family members who were in contact with the surrounding area had already turned their eyes to it, and although there were no overly offensive movements, it was inevitable that there would be a whispered discussion.

The middle-aged man wiped his tears, and knew that he was not good at this, so he could only turn his back to the outside as much as possible, and then suppressed it and did not make a sound.

There is no way, the condition still has to be explained, and the attending doctor can only explain while looking at the middle-aged man's tears one after another.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man himself is very restrained.

Coupled with the three white coats in front of him, the attending doctor has the temperament of a senior doctor, Song Changkong's white sideburns give people a sense of security, and Zhang Tianyang's own reliable +1 makes people feel at ease.

The intractable cry was quickly suppressed.

"Doctor. ”

The middle-aged man sniffed lightly and rubbed his hands, "Can I talk to my son on the phone." ”

"Yes. ”

The attending doctor nodded very dryly, pinched the mobile phone handed over by the middle-aged man, and turned his head to look at the two white coats beside him.

His gaze swept over Zhang Tianyang and fell on Song Changkong.

"I put my phone inside. ”

Song Changkong automatically realized himself and took on the work of running errands.

"Then I'll go back first. ”

The attending doctor said hello to Zhang Tianyang, and then walked in the direction of his office.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the tear stains on the middle-aged man's face, as well as the smile with a little flattery, and sighed.

White coats generally do not have such things as paper towels in their pockets, because they are easy to contaminate.

But there will be no shortage of paper towels, as they will be available next to the sink.

Zhang Tianyang went to the sink in the ICU ward and smoked a lot of tissues.

He really felt that it was not easy for middle-aged men.

You can't let people talk outside the door with tears on their faces.

Soon, a brand-new fruit mobile phone with film gloves was placed again in the ear of the 78-bed tattooed youth.

"Ho-ho!

He was still trembling, but he heard a familiar voice in his ear, and he clearly reacted.

Zhang Tianyang stood by and watched for a while, and suddenly remembered the scene where he saw a middle-aged man for the first time that afternoon.

The gaze shifted to the right, and the heavy curtains separated the ICU ward from the outside.

It's Sunday morning, and it's not visitation time.

Moreover, there will be no visitation opportunities on the weekend itself.

Only on weekday afternoons will the curtains be opened.

After being stunned for a while, Zhang Tianyang suddenly ran to say something to the head nurse.

It took a while to reach an agreement.

"What did you tell the head nurse?"

Song Changkong was a little curious, Zhang Tianyang winked at him, silently walked to the window opposite bed 78, and gently lifted the heavy curtain into a small corner.

This is the place that middle-aged men usually occupy fixedly.

"Knock Knock"

Zhang Tianyang knocked on the window, and soon a figure came up outside, it was the face of a middle-aged man.

Zhang Tianyang smiled at him, pointed behind him, and then fixed the curtain, leaving a small passage.

Through this small passage, the middle-aged man could just see his son lying on the hospital bed.

The glass of the windows is thick.

When it was renovated, it should have taken into account the reasons why the family members outside might be emotional, and after pulling it up, it was difficult for the outside sound to come in.

Zhang Tianyang only saw the middle-aged man make a "thank you" lip shape.

There seemed to be another glittering reflection in the corners of his eyes, but it was quickly erased.

......

At half past ten in the morning, the work that should be handled was basically completed.

The heavy curtains were re-closed half an hour ago, and the phone was sent back.

The dyspnea of the white lung patient is gradually improving, and Li Qianmin is still lying quietly on the hospital bed, occasionally performing exercises to restore the strength of her limbs under the company of the little nurses.

The white coats around have already left.

Weekends are supposed to be statutory rest days, but the particularity of the profession of doctors makes it necessary to spend half a morning or even a morning on ward rounds.

So on weekends, once they finish their work, the white coats can't wait to take off their clothes and hurry up to go out for waves or go to sleep.

Zhang Tianyang was making one last round of his two patients in the ICU ward, and then ran into Song Changkong, who was about to go out.

"Off work?"

Song Changkong seemed to be in a good mood today, Zhang Tianyang responded to the two sounds, and simply took off his white clothes with him in the little doctor's lounge, and then walked out together.

"Doctor Song!"

When he walked to the door, Song Changkong was stopped by a figure.

When I looked closely, I found that it was a middle-aged man.

At this moment, his eyes were still covered with reddish bloodshots, but he had obviously calmed down, with a sincere smile on his face, and he was carrying a heavy opaque plastic bag in his left and right hands.

But by the shape, you can probably tell that it should be something like fruit inside.

Zhang Tianyang winked at Song Changkong, moved a few feet and moved to the side.

The 78-bed tattooed young man stayed in the ICU ward for almost two months, and most of the time the doctor in charge of the bed was Song Changkong, and Song Changkong himself was extremely serious and responsible, which can be seen from the meticulous medical records he wrote.

Now is the time to receive gratitude from the patient's family.

Zhang Tianyang felt that he couldn't be disturbed.

Decisively waved his hand far away and walked out, and beside the elevator, he saw a familiar face.

It's a little yellow chicken big man!

A group of people were surrounding him in the middle, most of their faces were full of joy, and many hands were pinching on him, looking like members of his family.

Zhang Tianyang glanced at it and found that he was not impressed by these family members.

But the girl standing next to the little yellow chicken man seems to be a little familiar, but he is not impressed, it should be one of the class reunions that day, right?

Shaking his head, he turned around and was about to go straight down the stairs, but the voice of the little yellow chicken man came from behind him.

"That, doctor!"

Zhang Tianyang paused and turned his head.

"What's wrong?"

He is not wearing a white coat now, but the girl next to the little yellow chicken man is sure and said.

"That's the doctor who made us tie you up to the hospital that day!"

So, huhula, a group of family members gathered around.

"Huh, what's going on?"

The little yellow chicken man was indeed discovered by him at the beginning, and it was indeed he who sent him to the emergency department and did the first treatment, but during the week he lived in the ICU ward, the doctor in charge of the bed was not him!

Zhang Tianyang subconsciously leaned his back against the wall.

It's really that the faces of the surrounding family members are quite excited.

Pushing aside the two people in front of him, the little yellow chicken man stood in front of him with a serious face.