obviously felt that Mu Chun was perfunctory to his Shen Zifeng again, and he was on the edge of an outbreak.

If Chu Sisi hadn't just walked in, Shen Zifeng might have dragged Mu Chun up from the chair, although he didn't know why he wanted to do this, but it wasn't impossible.

"Mu Chun, Fang Ming will be okay with him?" Shen Zifeng has a feeling of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"I still believe in Director Fang, he needs to rest, the best way is to sleep more, and when he wakes up, it will naturally be half better." After Mu Chun finished speaking, he opened the topic and said, "It's time for Dr. Chu's meal, or you go to eat, and I'll come here to receive outpatients?" ”

Chu Sisi understood, "Well, okay, I'll go first, there is another patient in the back who has already registered, maybe he will go to the fifth floor soon, otherwise...... Dr. Shen and I going downstairs together? “

"Mu Chun, why do I think I have mistaken you, originally Director Fang said that your physical and mental health department is just a decoration, if you can really treat any patient, you can only say that the patient himself is not a big deal, I always told Director Fang before, I can't underestimate Doctor Mu Chun, if it weren't for Dr. Mu Chun's help, we couldn't do anything if it wasn't for Dr. Mu Chun's help.

Later, Director Fang Ming gradually believed that the Department of Physical and Mental Health could indeed help patients, but recently, I really felt that Dr. Mu Chun was a little too careless, did I think it was better for colleagues in the hospital to be less nosy, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. “

Seeing that Shen Zifeng was angry, as if he had put the fries in the frying pan, Chu Sisi thought about how he could help Teacher Mu Chun out of the siege, so he didn't know how to think that there would be a patient in the back of his mind.

Shen Zifeng is also a good doctor who loves his job and is dedicated, and when he heard Chu Sisi say that there was a patient behind him, he had to glare at Mu Chun and give up.

Mu Chun stopped Shen Zifeng, who was just about to leave, "Take it—eat!" Mu Chun said, threw a bag of salty sliced bread to Shen Zifeng, and then said: "Director Fang Ming is not here, you don't have time to eat, the surgery is never idle, eat a few bites of bread and then go down." ”

Shen Zifeng took the bread, he didn't know what to say, he only felt very worried in his heart, and when he went downstairs, he was chewing the bread while thinking that he had been following Fang Ming for so many years, and it seemed that he had never thought about what to do if Teacher Fang Ming was no longer by his side one day?

This kind of thought has never appeared, which is why he is so nervous, but Mu Chun is different, he stands from a more objective point of view, or he is an outsider, so he is calm and calm.

But there is one thing that Mu Chun said is right, Director Fang Ming is not there, the surgery can only rely on him alone, and there are no interns, and the Huayuanqiao Community Health Center does not plan to recruit new surgeons before the new building starts to use.

Thinking of this, Shen Zifeng quickened his pace and returned to the outpatient room, and when he came back, the computer showed that there were 11 patients in the queue behind him.

Fortunately, I ate a few bites of bread, and it was impossible to have a chance to rest for a while.

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The advantage of dark curtains is that no matter what time of day you go to bed, as long as you close the curtains that are good enough, you can instantly turn day into night and turn the bedroom into a completely dark world.

For Fang Ming, who often has to work night shifts, light-proof curtains are simply the biggest magic weapon for him to adjust his work and rest.

It's not that Fang Ming doesn't want to get up, it's not that he doesn't want to go to work, and it's not that he deliberately doesn't answer the phone, it's like falling into a black quagmire, and there are mires everywhere that make people feel powerless.

Fang Ming was stuck in the quagmire, he could hear the outside world, he knew that the outside world still existed, and he knew that the patients of Huayuanqiao Hospital were queuing outside the outpatient clinic.

He could even hear the patients talking.

Fang Ming also faintly heard the chatting between family members in the ward of Zhinan Affiliated Hospital in his dazed sleep.

It was close at hand, but he was cut off from it all.

He was hungry, but he couldn't get out of bed to eat, and he was thirsty, but he couldn't drink.

His thoughts turned into a Fang Ming countless times, he sat up on the bed, lowered his legs to the edge of the bed, put on his slippers, and walked around the single sofa chair beside the bed, which was the chair he often sat on when he read, through the living room with dark gray walls, to the kitchen, at the top of the white cabinet, that is, to the right of the sink, a cabinet with two doors, and with his right hand he opened the right half of the door, and at the edge was a bag of Australian quick-ripening cereal.

Although this cereal can be eaten immediately, it is too hard, and Fang Ming has always boiled it in milk before eating it.

Fang Ming, who had imagined it, leaned the cereal against the shelf with three large white plates stacked on top of it, and turned to face the double-door refrigerator diagonally opposite the cabinet.

The fridge is big, and it's also a smart shopping fridge.

When the refrigerator door opened, there was only a bottle of once-eaten beef sauce, a twice-used bottle of ketchup, and a box of tortillas.

Tortillas are a common ingredient in Mexican cuisine and are used to make a food called tacos.

Fang Ming likes this kind of food very much, so he will definitely have tortillas in his refrigerator, and the boxed tortillas have a very long shelf life, and they can be eaten with fresh salad vegetables and topped with sour cream.

Unfortunately, the sour cream in the refrigerator was waiting quietly in the corner, but there were no vegetables.

So, when his consciousness returned to the bed, Fang Ming felt extremely depressed.

He barely rolled over, his head dizzy, thinking that he seemed to have really been to the kitchen once, and it seemed that he had really been.

Fang Ming had never experienced this kind of state.

He didn't know how to deal with it, so he fell asleep again.

The mobile phone has been out of power for a long time because of too many incoming calls.

Fang Ming didn't have the strength to get up and charge his phone, he just didn't want to move, he didn't want to have thoughts, and he didn't even want to know what time it was, what time it was.

People out there, what they're doing right now.

A complete isolation, a state of nothingness with no energy at all.

The next day, it was still the same.

On the third day, at noon, Fang Ming woke up from a long sleep, and suddenly he felt that his mind was blank.

"I should have something difficult." Part of Fang Ming's consciousness told him that he should indeed have encountered something very painful.

But why can't you realize it?

Or rather, it seems that the string called pain no longer seems to be able to fluctuate with a deafening sound.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

Time gradually passed, Fang Ming felt that his body did not seem to have any discomfort, and his head did not have the dizziness that he imagined.