"I finally stayed in the hospital, and I found that I had ten surgeries in a row, and the overtime pay in the hospital was not as much as the benefits of one relationship surgery." Qi Bolin said that he was sad at the beginning, and smiled, "I tried my best, but I couldn't stay in this city, and I couldn't afford to buy a house or a car." And those of them, many of whom are not as skilled as me, easily put down roots in the city. ”

"When I was young, I was not satisfied for a long time." He slowly took a sip of tea, the fragrant tea entered his throat, and the ironing was comfortable, "It's too difficult for me to sit in the position of chest director." I don't want you to go through all the hardships I've been through again. When I see you, it's like seeing myself at the beginning. I hope to help you, take care of you more, and make up for my regret of being isolated at the beginning, but I don't want to protect your naivety and fantasy about the hospital, I hope you don't have to hit your head like me before you understand that the hospital is not as pure as you think. ”

"Teacher Qi, thank you." Lin Du understands this kind of emotion, not family, not love, not friendship, I am good to you, just because you are similar to me at the beginning. I am willing to pay for you and protect your growth, I have alluded to my original regrets on you, which is to make up for the difficulties I experienced back then, and it is also the hope and support of the predecessors to the younger generations. It mostly exists between teachers and students.

"But sometimes, I'm also a little hesitant to prematurely polish your vision of medicine and turn you into a person like me." Qi Bolin put down the teacup, "Now it seems that you and I are still different, I am actually very pleased." ”

"Teacher, I understand that in this world, no profession is pure, and doctors are no exception, but I have always felt that medicine should be pure." Lin Du reiterated his point of view again, "You are relieved because you feel the same way as I do, but you are coerced by reality. In your heart, medicine has always been the noblest pursuit, and you have never changed. If it weren't for awe and love, I can't think of anything that would have pushed you to improve your skills and become a nationally and world-renowned lung transplant specialist. ”

"I'll just take this as if this is your sincere words, not sycophants." Qi Bolin smiled, "Okay, go and change the chemotherapy drugs in the eight beds, the patient has strongly requested it, and we can't just go our own way." ”

"I see." Lin Du will try to keep a low profile in this matter.

Sister Wu's chemotherapy drug problem has also been solved, and Lin Du and Li Qian are helping her raise donations.

On this day, she was busy working in the ward, and the head nurse asked her to draw blood from several patients.

The unfortunate thing about interns is that anyone can call you, from doctors to nurses, whatever job you are asked to do, you have to do it.

When the nurses were busy, Lin Du often helped measure blood pressure all morning, feeling that she couldn't grasp her hands anymore, and occasionally suspected that she had transferred to the nursing department.

Drawing blood was much easier than measuring blood pressure, and Lin Dui took the tool and went to the bed where blood needed to be drawn.

It just so happened that the eighth and ninth beds needed to draw blood, and Lin Duan could still chat with Sister Wu by the way.

"Sister Wu, I'll draw your blood." Lin Du opened the disposable needle and looked at Sister Wu's arm, her eyes suddenly became a little moist.

Sister Wu has been tortured by chemotherapy, her arms are so thin that it seems that there is only a layer of skin and bones left, the blood vessels are high and bulging, Lin Duan touched Sister Wu's skin, and her heart was excited, the skin was cold as if she had lost the temperature of a living person, where was this still the gentle and generous woman when she was first admitted to the hospital.

Seeing this, Lin Dui couldn't say a word in her throat that wanted to say anything, she just lowered her head and silently drew blood.

After drawing blood, Lin Du put her arm into the quilt, and then helped her tuck the quilt, "Sister, have a good rest." ”

"Thank you, Dr. Yao, your blood drawing technique is really good, it doesn't hurt at all." Sister Wu smiled softly, "You are such a good doctor." ”

"Thank you." Lin Du didn't dare to say anything more, turned her back and went to draw blood from the patient in the next bed, she was afraid that if she said more, she would not be able to suppress the choking in her throat.

After Lin Dui finished drawing blood from the nine beds, Sister Wu's husband came over, stood beside Lin Dui, and whispered, "Thank you, Doctor Yao, the new chemotherapy drugs are also working well." ”

"It's okay, it's all I should do." Lin Du smiled, she just caught a glimpse of Sister Wu's bedside table with an arrears reminder on it, this family is not easy.

Seeing a doctor often drags down a family, and many drugs are indeed very expensive, so in Xia Zhen's plane, there will be people who take the risk of breaking the law to buy generic drugs in India.

Sister Wu's husband looked a little unnatural, and Lin Du wondered, "What's wrong?" Anything else? It's okay, just say it, I'll figure it out. ”

She looked around, "Brother, why don't you come out and say it." ”

said this in the ward, what if Sister Wu heard that her thoughts were aggravated.

No, today's events are very wrong, there is a strong smell of conspiracy.

Sister Wu's husband is such a caring man, and he avoided Sister Wu when he told him about chemotherapy drugs before, so he was afraid that there was psychological pressure on her to know that the burden of family conditions.

So today, why did Sister Wu's husband talk about it at Sister Wu's bedside in a hurry, and still thank her, this is not something important enough to say at this time.

Moreover, why did he let Sister Wu see the arrears reminder? Didn't he hide it from Sister Wu all along?

"There's nothing else to do, just thank you, Dr. Yao." Sister Wu's husband returned to his original position.

Lin Duhu looked at him suspiciously, he seemed to be overly nervous today.

Things are getting stranger.

Lin Du remembered that the mysterious man who sent him to the hospital drunk before Xiang Jiang couldn't be Sister Wu's husband, right?

She was taken aback by her own thoughts, it shouldn't be like this, she has experienced more planes so she has paranoia of being killed, what good people Sister Wu and her husband are.

But she also understands the truth of people's unpredictability.

She first said a few more words to Sister Wu's husband as usual, and then walked out of the ward and began to review the matter.

What is the purpose of Sister Wu's husband?

She saw the two cans of blood samples on her cart, and her heart was a little furious, they couldn't have done it on the blood samples, right? Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Sister Wu's husband distracted himself at that time, he was talking to himself at that time, and the trolley was next to Sister Wu's bed, so she could take advantage of the blood sample.

Lin Du frowned, picked up the blood sample and looked at it, as if there was no problem with the label, and there was no problem with the sealing, what could they do?