Dressed in a white coat, his hair was arranged very well, and after looking at his appearance in the dressing mirror, Fengchen felt very satisfied. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is Fengchen's fifth day on the job, and in just one day, he directly memorized all the guidelines of the dying nurse, not only that, but he was already able to guide patients independently on the third day of probation.

"Mr. Hao." Fengchen walked into the ward, holding a plastic splint in his hand, which was a diary and a record sheet used to record the patient's condition.

A middle-aged man with his hair had fallen out of his body was lying on the bed in a hospital gown, although his face was sick, but his face was resolute, and he had a medical book in his hand.

"Xiaochen, do you think my liver cancer can be cured?" Mr. Hao's eyes lit up, "You know what? My wife and my brothers came to see me every day, but they looked at me as if they were a dead man. ”

"Don't worry, there has to be hope in everything, don't you?" Fengchen smiled slightly, walked to the chair next to the bed and sat down.

"No, I'm just scared, what will happen to my children when I die, they're still too young." Mr. Hao sighed.

Fengchen stood up and looked at the sunlight outside the window and said, "Mr. Hao, I'll push you around the hospital." ”

"Thanks, I just want to go out and breathe." Mr. Hao put on a coat after that.

In fact, Fengchen has seen Mr. Hao's condition very clearly, as long as he has a scalpel, he can 100% guarantee that the other party's lesions will be removed.

It's just that he doesn't want to go beyond his scope of responsibility, and he doesn't want to be in the limelight too much, and the internship job he managed to find may be in vain.

Pushed Mr. Hao out of the ward.

Walking through the hallway, the faint smell of disinfectant made Mr. Hao frown.

Staying in the hospital for a long time can really make people depressed, and even Fengchen himself doesn't like the feeling of staying in the hospital very much.

Out of the inpatient unit, stop in the garden downstairs.

Mr. Hao just sat and squinted, not knowing what to think.

"Let's go, let's take a walk around the hospital." Mr. Hao leaned back in his chair and said.

Fengchen nodded and pushed Mr. Hao towards the front of the hospital.

The hospital is not bad, and the greenery is very good.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the hospital, Fengchen saw many people gathered at the entrance of the outpatient department.

Originally, Fengchen didn't care much, but Mr. Hao said, "Xiaochen, push me over to take a look." ”

"Good!" Fengchen answered, and pushed the wheelchair to the outpatient department.

Although there were many people around, a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old could be seen kneeling at the entrance of the hospital and pleading.

"Please, please save my dad, please, I don't have a mother anymore, I don't want to be an orphan after losing my dad, please." The girl kept pleading, but the doctors in front of her shook their heads with a wry smile.

"Child, your father is dead, his heart has been pierced, and the signs of life have stopped, it's not that we won't save it."

The middle-aged doctor at the head shook his head, and without saying anything, he led people to the hospital.

But the little girl hugged the doctor's thigh and begged.

Fengchen obviously saw that the head of the doctor had an impatient look in his eyes, he looked at the two male doctors who followed him, these two people instantly understood, hurriedly pulled the little girl away, and then said: "Okay, you go quickly, find your relatives to raise money, your father's first aid has paid the balance." ”

Mr. Hao sighed and said, "Xiao Chen, push me over, I will help this child pay the money." ”

"Mr. Hao, you are kind-hearted and believe that your illness will be cured." Feng Chen pushed Mr. Hao over.

Coming to the girl, Mr. Hao got up from the wheelchair, reached out to help the little girl and said, "Child, your father owes Uncle Qian from the hospital to help you out." ”

The little girl raised her head, crossed over and saw Fengchen in a white coat, knelt down suddenly, hugged Fengchen's legs and begged: "Doctor, please, my father is really not dead, I can feel that he is really not dead." ”

Fengchen looked at the child in front of him with a wry smile, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Mr. Hao looked at the little girl's expectant gaze, and finally sighed and said to the little girl: "Child, where is your father now, take your uncle and this doctor to see." ”

When the little girl heard Mr. Hao say this, it was like the warm sun suddenly rising in the cold winter, and she hurriedly wiped her tears and stood up and walked towards the outpatient department with Fengchen and Mr. Hao.

The customer is God, even in the hospital, the rich can get the best treatment in the hospital, but the poor often do not survive even if their families are ruined.

After a short time, the little girl took Fengchen and Mr. Hao to the door of an operating room.

As soon as he walked to the door, Fengchen saw two nurses cleaning up the operating table, and a person was lying on the trolley bed on the side, but this person was covered with a white cloth and couldn't see it.

Even so, Feng Chen keenly felt that although the person inside was judged to be dead in the medical field of common sense, he could clearly feel that a trace of life signs were slowly flowing in this person's body, and the knowledge of this sign of life was extremely weak and could dissipate at any time.

This man is the father of the little girl.

"It's really not dead." Fengchen said in his own voice.

But Mr. Hao raised his head suspiciously and asked, "Xiao Chen, what did you just say?" ”

"Oh! It's nothing. Fengchen hurriedly shook his head.

But the little girl ran into the emergency room, lay on top of her father and cried, screaming incessantly, as if this would bring her father back from the dead.

The scream was a kind of desperation, and the two nurses, who were packing up their things, saw the little girl like this, and hurried up to pull the little girl away.

Listening to the girl's heart-rending cry, he was suddenly a little moved as he watched the two nurses keep trying to pull the girl away.

Originally, he was going to be a dying nurse honestly, but he really saw the weakness of death but was a little unbearable.

"Child, your father is not dead, you don't cry quietly, can I help you wake up your father?" Fengchen couldn't help it, he stepped forward and said to the little girl.

Hearing Fengchen's words, the little girl sobbed, but also quieted down.

It's just that Mr. Hao looked at Fengchen in disbelief as he walked into the back of the operating room.

"What are you doing? You're just a dying nurse, don't mess with it here. The two nurses said as they pulled the wind away.

But Fengchen grabbed a scalpel casually, played with a knife flower between his fingers, and said with a smile: "Help me turn on the surgical light, I'll continue this operation." ”

As early as seeing the girl's father, Fengchen felt that there was a laceration on his heart.

Being able to survive until now can really only be said to be this person's majestic vitality and strong will to survive.

It's just that the doctors in the hospital performed heart suture surgery and blood transfusion, but they did not dare to use electric shocks, which would accelerate the wound tearing, and it was precisely for this reason that the patient's heart stopped beating and lost signs of life.

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