In the first week of school, Zhang Kun was really living in dire straits.

Before dawn in the morning, he had to endure the abuse of Old Man Liang, and he finally managed to stay up until school, but there was still Li Shuang, who was eager to drink his blood and eat his flesh, waiting for him.

Every day, he is sneering, no matter how thick-skinned and broad-minded Zhang Kun is, he will always feel depressed.

But fortunately, there is still the existence of Zhou Yaqi, with his initiative, the relationship between him and Zhou Yaqi can be said to be changing every day, although it has not yet recovered to the level of last semester, but it is not far away.

Especially every morning and noon, the two of them taste the delicious bento brought by Zhang Kun together, which can be regarded as the happiest moment of Zhang Kun's day.

In this way, while enduring Li Shuang's fault-finding, tormenting the old man's training, and then enjoying every moment with Zhou Yaqi, it can be regarded as painful and happy, and in a blink of an eye, the first weekend of school came.

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Walking out of the train station in the morning sun, Zhang Kun hailed a taxi and went straight to the central hospital.

The parking lot in front of the hospital is still full of all kinds of high- and low-end cars, and the parking spaces are full. Walking into the familiar hall and smelling the familiar smell of disinfectant water, Zhang Kun couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

It's back!

With a smile, he walked briskly on the hospital corridor, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the familiar floor, the ninth floor, where the neurology department was located.

The elevator rose slowly, and with a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened, and Zhang Kun anxiously stepped out of the elevator door and was about to walk quickly towards the office, but suddenly Zhang Kun was stunned.

The long aisle was quiet and empty. The white walls are even cooler under the light.

Zhang Kun looked at the empty corridor in a daze...... Holiday today?

However, Zhang Kun soon denied it, even if it is a holiday, but the hospital has never had a collective holiday, even if it wants to rest, it is also a rotational holiday, at least there must be necessary personnel to maintain the normal operation of the hospital.

Is something wrong?

Zhang Kun's heart jumped, and he walked quickly under his feet, and walked anxiously in the direction of the office.

But just after walking a few steps, suddenly, Zhang Kun's eyes went dark.

The lights in the entire corridor were extinguished in an instant.

"Blackout?"

Zhang Kun just had this idea in his head, but he quickly rejected it again. The level of electricity supply in hospitals is very high, even higher than that of many government departments.

Unless there is a city-wide power outage, the power supply to the hospital will be cancelled, but that is not a rare occurrence, and even if it does, the power supply bureau will issue a power outage notice to the hospital in advance, and then the hospital will use backup power.

Because of the peculiarity of the hospital, it must be so, you think, if the operation is in progress, and then there is a sudden power outage, then the patient on the operating table is not dead?

Human life is a matter of heaven, and it has never been underestimated.

So, is it a line problem?

But just as Zhang Kun's mind was spinning, a flipping projection suddenly popped up on the wall in front of him.

The sudden projection screen was particularly eye-catching in the dark corridor, and Zhang Kun looked at it, but the whole person suddenly stayed there.

On the projection that popped up, there were a few big black characters: 2007 Xin'an earthquake!

After a few seconds of pause in the big black letters, the screen begins to flip.

A convoy of more than a dozen cars sped down the highway, and a silent figure sat in the passenger seat with a black handbag .......

Countless supplies were transported from the convoy, and a young man commanded the ...... in a loud voice.

Countless people stood on top of the rubble, under the command of a man, carrying out rescue .......

In a white tent, in a simple operating room, a young man receives the green surgical cap from the geriatrician.

Young doctor, on the operating table from sunrise to sunset, patient after patient in and out of .......

The nurses kept rotating, but the young figure on the operating table always insisted.

The young doctor's face turned pale, his eyes became red and swollen......

A nurse walked in with a bowl of black potion, and her face was full of unbearable dissuasion, but the decoction finally entered the doctor's stomach .......

Sunset and sunrise, patient after patient, twenty hours, twenty-five hours, twenty-eight hours, until a nurse rushed into the operating room .......

"Doctor Zhang, there are no more patients, there are no more patients......!"

"No?" the young doctor on the operating table asked rhetorically.

"No, really no, Dr. Zhang!" the nurse nodded hurriedly.

"There's no more......" As if to say to himself, the young doctor let out a slow breath, and then an ugly smile appeared on his stiff cheeks.

Then, the figure that had been standing as tall as a mountain collapsed instantly, and the young doctor's body fell backwards, and there was a ...... of exclamation around him.

The picture was finally frozen, and then a few tough big characters emerged: Great doctor sincerity!

Zhang Kun looked at the four big characters on the projection, and the tears on his face had covered his cheeks.

Behind him, the doors of the wards had already been quietly opened, and countless doctors and nurses in white coats poured out, standing quietly behind Zhang Kun.

As the projection ended, all the fluorescent lights in the corridor were lit up, and everyone looked at the young figure with tears on his face in front of the projection.

Applause, with a round of applause, suddenly everyone applauded vigorously.

At this time, regardless of whether the relationship with Zhang Kun was good or not, everyone cheered for their applause from the bottom of their hearts.

They applauded Zhang Kun, the figure who fought on the front line of disaster relief, and the figure who fought on the front line of surgery after disaster relief.

24 hours for disaster relief, 28 hours for surgery, two days and two nights, sleepless.

Donated nearly one million materials and brought the first disaster relief team into the earthquake area.

He directly rescued dozens of people, hundreds of people indirectly, and saved 32 lives in the operating room.

He is young, and he has been practicing medicine for less than half a year, but everything he has done has been deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Kun Zhang, Dr. Zhang.

At the forefront of countless applause, Dean Li looked deeply at Zhang Kun, whose face was full of tears.

"Welcome back!"