"Okay, I know, I'll take care of myself, and of course I'll take care of Lin Diandian, don't worry. ”

Lin Qing sighed, but couldn't help but smile, her mother was really nagging but cute.

Lin Qing lives in a community in the center of City C, next to the famous high school in City C, according to the words of the parents of the students, this community is a school district house.

That's right, Yang Xi, the representative of her physics class, lives here, and sometimes she can meet her when she goes to and from school.

The little girl was familiar with her, and whenever she saw her in the community, she ran over and looked up to Lin Dian. hooked up with her, and walked straight to the school gate to see the security guard rein in a little.

She lit up her phone with a black screen, and now at 9 p.m., she got out of bed, put on her sandals with Pikachu stickers, and it was time to go to the kitchen to warm up the cup of milk and look at the bread in the oven.

Lin Diandian heard the voice, quickly got up from the side of the bed, and ran to her feet with a snort.

Oh, I forgot to introduce, Lin Diandian, it's Lin Qing's golden retriever. It's only two years old, which is already a big lump, but it's also equivalent to 24 years old for humans.

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Qing was satisfied, because Lin Qing was about the same age as it, 24 years old this year, and he would be 25 in 3 months.

Although she is about the same age, she can call herself Mommy, and of course, sometimes she can call herself a sister when she is crazy.

She bent down to soothe Lin Diandian, rubbed its head, smoothed it out, and waited for the hot milk in the microwave.

This year is the third year of Lin Qing's work, and he has just entered the right track, and he looks a little better. When I entered the teaching profession in the first two years, it wasn't as easy as others thought. You have to learn everything, and you have to worry about everything.

But because she is more competitive, and she likes what she likes, she learns quickly and works hard, so she is more handy this year.

She brought out the hot milk, waited for it to cool a little, brought out the bread from the oven, and made a simple sandwich that she could eat for breakfast tomorrow morning.

After drinking milk, it's 9:10. She turned on the faucet, it was still a little cold in the spring, and she couldn't help but shiver, quickly rinsed off the remaining milk stains, put the quilt on the bar, and walked quickly into the room.

She began to open her diary, turn on her phone, listen to a relaxing song, and began to write a diary. This year is the seventh year that she has insisted on keeping a diary, and it's not that she insists on anything, but she likes it.

"Have a good night's sleep and come back tomorrow. ”

After writing the diary, it was 9:30 a.m. She got up and walked to the closet. The weather is still a little cool, there is almost no big difference between spring and winter in City C, she often hears students complain that there is only summer and winter in City C, she can't help but smile, she used to like to complain with friends.

Fortunately, it is already late spring, so there is no need to wear a heavy coat, a sweater with a long skirt is enough.

She prepared her clothes and put them with the books she was going to bring to school tomorrow so as not to get too flustered.

She has changed a lot in the past few years, especially in the two years she has been a teacher. In fact, when she was studying, she had an impulsive personality, jumped out, often rushed and lost, and especially liked to stay up late.

Now the work is not comparable to the student days, if she stayed up late the night before and the next day in class is not good, she will be very annoyed, so these days she is trying to develop the habit of going to bed early.

She closed the closet, and at 9:40, she went back to bed and opened "Love in the Time of Cholera", and she slowly turned the pages one by one, just in time to see that Areza had found a job and worked as a telegraph clerk.

When she was a little drowsy, she leaned over the window, and it was already pitch black, as dark as silence.

She glanced at her watch with what she had left of her sanity, 10:10. She got up and sat up, set the alarm clock, and leaned over to touch Lin Diandian, who was sleeping next to the bed.

Turn off the lights and get a good night's sleep.

If Lin Qing is particularly sensitive to time because he is cultivating the habit of going to bed early, then for Xu Hui, every second counts to save people.

When Lin Qing turned off the lights, Xu Hui was still fighting with death in the obstetric operating room of the third-class hospital in City C.

Dystocia, heavy bleeding, and a constant drop in heart rate.

The mother's placenta did not grow well, and it grew into the uterine muscle. Xu Hui wants to peel the mother's placenta from the uterine cavity, which is like uprooting a tree.

When the operation began, Xu Hui knew that the chance of heavy bleeding was extremely high.

He stared, dissected the abdomen, and cut through the skin, the fat layer, the anterior sheath, the muscle layer, the peritoneum, the uterine serous layer, and the uterine muscle layer, a total of seven layers, before he could remove the child.

Opening his abdominal cavity, his eyebrows were twisted, his face was tense, and it was obvious that the situation was not optimistic.

The director was across from him, the teacher who had been with him.

"Don't worry about it, I'm here, I'll help you. ”

This is Xu Hui's third year of work, and he is still a resident doctor, but his professional ability is outstanding, and he is smart and hardworking, and he is the most outstanding among the young doctors. The hospital arranged for the best doctor to take him with him, so that he could slowly do the surgery on his own and gain experience.

Because this woman does B overtime, the problem of the uterus is obvious. The director was afraid of accidents, so he accompanied the operation and assisted him in doing it.

There was silence in the operating room, but his breathing could not be heard. He held his breath and calmed down as quickly as possible, not to affect his judgment.

Knife in, hope for good luck.

Xu Hui put his hand in and quickly took the child out, and the nurse caught it.

Next, it's time for the battle.

Sure enough, there was a lot of bleeding, and 3,000 ml of blood was gone in an instant. The nurse hurriedly ran out and took another 2,000 milliliters of blood and 1,000 milliliters of plasma.

The bleeding couldn't be stopped at all, and Xu Hui and the director could only use their hands to press the bleeding point at the lower end of the palace. His surgical gown and white gloves were covered in blood, and he was wearing a mask with no expression in his face. There was a resolute look in his eyes, and he had to give it his full attention.

I didn't dare to move, and when I let go, I was still bleeding.

Critical illness is issued.

The assistant went to talk to the family, and if all conservative methods to stop the bleeding did not work, it was very likely that the uterus would be removed.

Another 1,000 ml of blood was transfused, but it still couldn't stop. If you don't take out the palace, your life will be gone.

He immediately decided that the only way now was to cut off the uterus and completely lock the bleeding point of the uterus.

The Director concurred with him.

The assistant went to talk to the family again, and talked bitterly. The assistant is also a woman, she can empathize, feel distressed, and shed tears when she talks about it. Now it's a race against time, and if you make a decision one second late, it will be more dangerous, and what will happen in the next second, no one can say.

The family finally agreed.

Xu Hui took out the palace, and the bleeding finally stopped.

He begins the stitches and puts the finishing touches on it.

He put down the needle holder, and the nurse began to count the gauze, and it was finally over.

He took a deep breath and finally relaxed, only to be tired after a long period of concentration.

He couldn't drive in such a state, and it just so happened that his colleague Ye Juncheng had just finished checking the house and was about to rub the car home. I want to go home and take a shower, and I'm sweating.

He finally lay down, and her voice rang in his ears again: "This kind of strawberry must be beautiful to make strawberry pudding." ”

He laughed, and the exhaustion swept away a lot.

Strawberry pudding, sleep well tonight, come on tomorrow.