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"Isn't it strange that so many patients with fever suddenly come to see the doctor?"

After voicing his concerns, the man in his thirties sat on the couch with his head bowed, his hands on his forehead, and said nothing.

Zhang Mingyue wiped her wet hands on her apron, stood at the table, opened her mouth, and said a word for a long time.

"Otherwise, we'll see how it goes tomorrow."

As a wife, Zhang Mingyue has 7 points for her husband's understanding, but no one dares to say 8 points.

Since her husband has such doubts, there must be a reason.

Although Gong Jiang is not an old man in the world, his knowledge in the medical field is very good. His department is surgery, however, this does not mean that he is inferior to others in other aspects, whether it is at the undergraduate level or when he was studying for a master's degree, his grades are among the best in the hospital, to put it proudly, even the tutor of the doctoral student is chosen by him, and no tutor wants to let go of the opportunity to accept him as a disciple.

At that time, he also had the opportunity to go abroad for further study, but for some very practical reasons, he had to stay in China - this reason, mainly because he was still an embryonic lemon at that time.

=一=本=Read=Novel xstxt Of course, as a man, Gong Jiang will not talk about this reason all day long, and after coming to the provincial hospital, he was assigned to surgery with his superb surgical skills, but his qualifications were still lacking, so he had to slowly stay up for years.

As the core hospital representing the medical and health level of the entire province, the provincial central hospital has an almost strict management system, which has never changed for decades.

However, Gong Jiang tried to break the whole rule today, and the ending was obvious, he failed.

Reason.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital in the morning, Gong Jiang looked at the schedule and confirmed that he was lucky to have only one operation in the morning, and the other appointments were scheduled after tomorrow. Holding the happy mood of being lucky enough to sleep more in the afternoon, Gong Jiang was particularly meticulous in inserting two steel nails into a middle-aged woman with spinal problems, and it took three hours to complete the operation.

But when he ripped off his rubber gloves and took off his mask and walked out of the operating room, he was taken aback by the crowd in the registration hall downstairs.

This density can catch up with the Spring Festival!

hurriedly went down to the registration hall and grabbed the ** of the pre-diagnosis desk, Gong Jiang got the answer.

Fifty or sixty percent of the people who came to register today were from the general internal medicine department, and the symptoms were all colds and coughs, and among them, the patients with fever symptoms were shunted to the emergency department.

Looking at Dr. Gong who was confused, the ** at the pre-diagnosis desk also gave her explanation of this situation: "It's September, the season changes, there are always people who are not adaptable." In previous years, when the season changes, there are many people with colds and fevers. ”

Is it really a change of season?

Looking at the crowd of registered pupils, Gong Jiang shook his head and walked back to the office upstairs.

Maybe it's because I'm too sensitive, maybe it's a common cold caused by the change of seasons, and it's time to let Lemon wear more clothes when I go back.

But in the afternoon, after the patients who had just arrived, a new wave of patients appeared, most of whom were coughing a little too much, and according to the pharmacist of the Western pharmacy he had caught, the stock of cough drops was almost exhausted. He has already suggested that the doctors in the general internal medicine department above should prescribe some other medicines, so as not to be in short supply, and a new batch of medicines has been ordered to the pharmaceutical factory, and it will be delivered tomorrow at the earliest.

Gong Jiang, who had no surgery in the afternoon, sat in his office, restless and anxious.

After a while, I went to pour a glass of water to drink, and after a while, I went to pour a glass of water to drink, and repeatedly persuaded myself not to think too much, but as a result, the toilet went three or four times, but in the end I still couldn't hold back.

Knocking on the door of the dean's office, Gong Jiang didn't care if he had overstepped his authority—what does the matter of internal medicine patients have to do with your surgery? -- I asked the highly respected dean, who was reading a pile of medical publications, if he did not know how many fever cases had occurred in the hospital today, what the symptoms were, and whether the dean himself thought that this situation was an unnatural anomaly, and whether it was a possible sign of some kind of flu outbreak?

The old dean with white hair looked at this young but already emerging doctor in the field of surgery with a pleasant face, in the eyes of this kind of old-timer, a doctor in his thirties can only be regarded as a little doctor, and told him that if there are special circumstances, the person in charge of the general internal medicine department will inform him as soon as possible.

Then I picked up the medical journal and continued to read.

Although he didn't say anything heavy, the old dean's meaning was already obvious.

All right.

The person in charge of any department in this hospital has not gone through some storms, just like Zhao Han downstairs, he has eaten more salt than a young doctor like himself.

If something happens, presumably with their experience, they can find out at the first time and handle it properly, so they don't have to worry about it.

Bringing the door of the dean's office, Gong Jiang returned to his department and comforted himself.

When it was time to get off work, Gong Jiang, who was a child, suddenly called him and asked him what medicine he should take when his one-year-old child coughed non-stop.

Since he was admitted to medical school, no matter who among his relatives and friends had a headache and brain fever, the first thing that came to mind was him.

This Fa Xiao is not currently in Haishi, to be precise, for love, he has settled in Zhushi for two years, and this one-year-old child is the crystallization of their couple's love.

But somehow, the first thing Gong Jiang remembered was the vast number of people who came to register in his hospital during the day.

Is it a coincidence?

Why are they all coughs?

With an uneasy heart, Gong Jiang rushed home, and when he saw his son, he asked him if he was uncomfortable.

Lemon is inexplicable, why is she uncomfortable after just going to school for a day?

Oh yes, there are uncomfortable places.

Turning out a thick pile of homework, Lemon looked at his father pitifully: "There is too much homework, and my heart is congested." ”

I almost didn't beat this stinky boy, and after telling my wife about my worries, although Zhang Mingyue also felt that this incident might be purely a coincidence, and it didn't make people sick? Isn't it normal to have a cold and fever?

But out of her understanding and trust in her husband, Zhang Mingyue considered her words and persuaded her.

"Well, I guess I'm thinking too much. Let's see again tomorrow. ”

Gong Jiang cheered up, went to the kitchen to serve the food, and then brought the dishes made by his wife to the table.

From Wen Yang's point of view, he also felt that Gong Jiang was sensitive.

Of course, he couldn't express his opinion, and he didn't care about expressing any opinion.

Because Lin Lan called, he confirmed with Lemon the time to take him to the training camp tomorrow.

A little surprised.

It's going to be Friday so soon?

Some miss the days when every house hung an old yellow calendar, Wenyang has no place to look at the calendar, and this day can be regarded as a mess.

In order to meet the devastation of the training camp, Wenyang slept on the sofa early to recuperate.

Because he was a little taller, he originally slept upright, but he slept sideways along the sofa. Then Wen Yang rolled off the sofa in the middle of the night because he was not used to sleeping horizontally, and then climbed on the sofa with his eyes closed and then fell asleep, so he skipped it, and slept in a daze until noon.

After waking up, Wen Yang first looked at the wall clock.

Fortunately, Lin Lan came to pick him up at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only twelve o'clock at this time.

Lying in the kennel on the balcony, overlooking the grove behind the community, a small flock of birds suddenly fluttered up from the woods and hovered high in the sky just when he could see his mind.

Although he couldn't see the situation in the forest, Wen Yang had a feeling that this matter was inseparable from Erbai.

I guess the contusion I received when I climbed the tree for the first time was too severe.

Wen Yang has a new understanding of the word "the more frustrated the braver" - these birds are pitiful enough, and in the two hours that he waited for Lin Lan to come, Wen Yang watched them flutter up and down six or seven times......

The doorbell rang crisply this time.

After Gong Jiang changed the battery of his doorbell last time, the strange creaking and trilling ringtone of the bell came back to life.

"Wang!"

Screamed at the door.

Listening to the footsteps, it seems to be Lin Lan, but it's better to confirm.

"Woohoo! Woohoo Woo! ”

"Don't make a fuss...... Shut up! It's me, Lin Lan, Da Mao, can you come and open the door? ”

After Wen Yang screamed tentatively, a series of excited responses came from outside the door.

Sanbai is also here?

Sure enough, listening to Lin Lan scolding his dog, Wen Yang knew that he had guessed correctly.

Now that the verification is correct, let's open the door.

Jumping on the low shoe cabinet at the door, Wen Yang stretched out a front paw to hook the door lock and pull.

There was a soft "click" sound in the lock spring, and Lin Lan's long black straight hair came into his eyes.

Well, it's fragrant, lavender-scented.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yang let the coachman, who should have just washed his hair, into the house.

In view of the fact that Lin Lan would drive him to the training camp every once in a while during this time, Wen Yang regarded her as his full-time driver. It's rare to have a beautiful woman as your full-time driver, and when you think about it, the pain and pressure of the upcoming training will automatically weaken a lot in an instant.

This is called a spiritual buff, and Wang also has to learn to decompress himself.

With a dashing flick of his long hair, the sports car roared out of the string after Lin Lan stepped on the accelerator violently, and then made a sharp turn and drove from the main entrance of the community to the road outside.

Sanbai squatted steadily in the back seat, looking at the fat husky stumbling around him with some disgust.

The next plate is so unstable, how to practice the skills to protect the main silver!

Sensing Sanbai's contempt, Wen Yang got up a little embarrassed and squatted in the back seat again.

This person is a crazy girl, why is he driving the car so fast?