It is actually a very sad thing to understand but not be able to control life and death. The king pigeon knows this very well and is also deeply tortured, but he cannot change it, he can only choose to accept it.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the king pigeon's normal work time has ended.

After a night, if you say that you are not tired, it must be a lie. Wang Ge filled his water with hot water, asked for some tea from Sun Chengde, stood at the gate of the emergency department and leaned against the door, blowing the tea leaves floating on the water, and also let the hot water cool down quickly.

It's hard to say how much this thing has a refreshing effect, but at least it can provide the king pigeon with some other flavors besides boiled water.

Breakfast was served in the cafeteria, but the king pigeon did not eat it at all, and he only went for lunch at noon when he actually got off work. At eight o'clock in the morning, the shift change of various positions in the emergency department of the Second Affiliated Hospital of Yaxiang was in full swing, but I could only see the doctors and nurses who came to work in a hurry, but I could not see the doctors and nurses who had been on the night shift all night changing clothes and leaving work.

This situation is extremely normal, there are still patients in the emergency department, no one to take over until the shift is completed, and they need to work overtime to stick to their posts when they are too busy, and their average time to leave work is one or two hours later than the regulations.

As an ordinary position, working overtime for an hour or two may not feel like much, but they are medical workers.

Their work intensity is relatively high among all types of work. Despite staying up all night, red eyes and exhaustion, medical workers still need to concentrate as much as possible when it comes to actually working overtime to see patients, perform examinations and treatments.

Because everyone has a human life under their hands, misdiagnosis, wrong doctor's advice, wrong medicine, wrong injection, or even half a minute delay, the patient's life may be taken away by death.

This feeling is very clear to the king pigeon.

Fortunately, in the morning, the team is also changing shifts, and the personnel and vehicles are relatively sufficient, and in the morning, he basically only needs to sit in the team to rest and study, unless there is an emergency, everyone will not give him the task of leaving the car.

Although Liu Ya and Shen Hui's night shift has ended, they still haven't come out of the emergency department, and it looks like they are going to work overtime.

Wang Ge took out his mobile phone while drinking tea, squatted down against the glass of the door of the emergency department, and looked at the strings in the anonymous version of Island A. This can be regarded as a kind of rest.

The anonymous version can be regarded as a harbor of the soul, and the king pigeon rarely takes the initiative to send strings and replies, just looking at the various people and interesting things inside, he can relax and temporarily escape from the troubles.

The entrance of the emergency department is full of people, and most of the emergency patients are mildly ill and can walk into the emergency hall for diagnosis and treatment. A small number of critically ill patients can only be transported to the gate of the emergency department of the hospital by ambulance and private car, and then carried by nurses and nurses to the cart and directly pushed into the emergency room for rescue. It's not that simple to save someone.

Of course, from the gate of the emergency department, there are occasionally one or two people with long-handled umbrellas, neatly dressed and expressionless. They are not here to see a doctor, nor are they the families of the sick, they are here to kill. They are the Grim Reaper.

There is nothing the king pigeon can do about this kind of thing. At first, he struggled to keep the Grim Reaper from approaching the critically ill patients in the emergency room, but after several attempts, he failed without revealing his abilities.

Moreover, Wang Ge didn't know if it made sense for him to do so - he couldn't tell if the appearance of death was due to someone's dead end, or just an accident. If you risk your own exposure to save a person who has reached the end of his life, and let him live for a few more minutes, hours, it is simply pointless. People will eventually die, and for the current king pigeon, numbers are no longer his only purpose to save people.

Moreover, the underworld has started a severe crackdown on the soul escape incident, and he can only choose to try to save everyone within his ability on the premise of ensuring that his ability is not exposed to other deaths.

Now, seeing the Grim Reaper here in the emergency department, as well as the soul behind the Grim Reaper, although Wang Ge will still have a trace of reluctance and guilt in his heart, he will never make any radical moves on the surface. He also grew up unconsciously, and only a strong heart could support him to complete this seemingly simple, but actually cruel bet.

Today's weather in Xiangsha City is good, the autumn is high and cool, cloudless, the temperature is just right, the sun has just risen in the morning, dispelling the cold in the night, but it makes the king pigeon shiver comfortably. Since he brought his old classmate Lin Qing back to the hospital last night, he felt that his body was not very comfortable, and he sneezed several times in a row, and his throat was still a little sore.

As the saying goes, a long illness becomes a doctor, but for the king pigeon, it becomes a doctor after a long period of work. Although he is not a doctor, he has not studied systematic medical education, let alone clinical experience, but in the short time he worked in the hospital, he learned a lot of medical knowledge.

Cold and fever are such minor illnesses and disasters that even people who do not have basic medical knowledge know that they need to take some medicine and drink more water, not to mention the king pigeon.

He estimated that he had been blown by the wind after sweating, and hurried back to the convoy. If it is said that 84 disinfectant is the first artifact of the entire ambulance fleet, then Banlangen must firmly occupy the second position. The cabinet on the left is stuffed with 84 disinfectant, while the cabinet on the right is filled with five boxes of banlangen.

Ambulance drivers are a hard worker, and they are usually sweating profusely when driving or carrying patients.

For the sake of the patient's body, there is generally a constant temperature air conditioner in the car, whether it is from the air conditioning environment into the external environment, or vice versa, it is possible to cause a cold and fever due to the temperature difference. Due to the sweat on the door of the head, which accelerates the loss of body temperature, drivers have a higher chance of catching a cold and fever than doctors, nurses and patients.

The king pigeon took the paper cup and the banlan root and drank it while it was hot.

"What's the matter, buddy, have a cold?" He Sheng pinched a bunch of keys and walked into the door, just came back from the car, greeted everyone, saw Wang Ge filling himself with a blue root, muttered, and handed over his keys, clocked in and changed clothes to get off work.

"It's blowing, take precautions. The king pigeon waved his hand and smiled. "It's not too much. ”

"By the way, I heard that you brought a criminal policeman back last night, or your classmate. This buddy cow, I don't want to chase and run for my life. You're good enough, it's all in the news. It's the second time. He Sheng suddenly remembered something, tilted his head and looked at the king pigeon. This kind of thing spreads quickly in the small circle of the hospital, especially in the dead of night and when it is boring.

He took out his mobile phone, flipped out a news app, and opened the local column, "Front page headlines." ”

Wang Ge took the phone and glanced at it.

"In order to rescue and chase the injured criminal police, the ambulance was photographed by surveillance in the early morning, and the speed was 14!"

The title is normal.,But the king pigeon doesn't want to continue to read.,The comment area must be divided into several groups.,Some say that the driver is a cow.,Some say it's too fast and dangerous.,The two groups of people must be sprayed inextricably.,Plus a wave and muddy.。 What's more, they will find an angle from the criminal police who are chasing the fugitives, saying that there must be a problem with chasing the fugitives in the middle of the night, waiting for a reversal.

But the king pigeon knows that sometimes things are so simple and straightforward, and there is no reversal there. He returned the phone to He Sheng.

The ambulance was broken on Weibo, and this time the car was on the local news, but fortunately he didn't interview him, otherwise I wouldn't know what to say at that time.

In fact, it is the third time that the king pigeon has been on the news, in Huacheng, Dongguang Province, when he was looking for his life experience for Xuzi, he encountered an accident on the road, and drove the Mercedes-Benz A series of Middle Eastern doctor Zhao Zhi. It's just that he left Huacheng immediately after the matter was over, and Zhao Zhi didn't give any interviews, so these people in the emergency department of the Second Affiliated Hospital of Yaxiang didn't know.

"How's that buddy doing?" He Sheng asked again.

"The liver is ruptured, and I haven't been out of the operating room yet, Dr. Cao said that he can't die, but the liver can't be saved. Fortunately, the traffic police arrived in time and didn't let the kid who caused the accident escape, and it is estimated that he is now detained in the police station. Wang Ge secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, his car drove to one hundred and forty kilometers per hour, and death did not catch up, otherwise if his old classmate Lin Qing died in his hands, he didn't know how uncomfortable he would be.

Either way, it's a good thing that my life is saved.

"Yes, at least third-class merit, I can't run!" He Sheng finished changing his clothes and pushed another pair of glasses, "I don't think there will be much to do in the morning, so let's rest more if you have a cold." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound rang out in the walkie-talkie headphones of everyone in the room.

"There is an elderly man with high blood pressure and shock and fainting in Room 101 of the nine buildings of the Lido Community on the river, and he asks the team to get out of the car!"

He Sheng was stunned for a moment, "I'm all crow's mouth?"

Everyone in the convoy laughed, and Wang Ge patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, you are off work, go back and rest." It's none of your business to crow's beak. ”

Listening to that address, the king pigeon felt a little familiar, and always felt that he had been there before. If you think about it carefully, don't you feel familiar! Jiang Anli is Uncle Jiang's territory, and he has set up a mutual aid association for the elderly there to help the lonely and widowed elderly.

Wang Ge has an inexplicable affection for Uncle Jiang, although it was time for him to end the car, he did not hand over the key to the ambulance of his Xiang AGZ689, but picked up the microphone and spoke.

"The ace pigeon of the team received it, and it will go out immediately!"

"You haven't closed your eyes all night, are you okay?" said the driver of the ambulance that was supposed to take over from Xiang AGZ689.

Wang Ge waved his hand and grabbed the big water on the table, "It's okay, it's not bad for this trip." If you get out of the car, use the spare vehicle first, sorry!"

After saying that, he ran out of the door without looking back.

Although he has an inexplicable affection for Uncle Jiang and thinks this old man is very interesting, Wang Ge knows that Uncle Jiang must be calculating the time, calculating how long it will take from dialing 120 to the ambulance arrive, if it is slower than last time, he will definitely be criticized.