The LED sign reads, "Our hospital has made another breakthrough in the treatment of congenital heart disease by introducing advanced equipment and treatment technology from abroad.

Shu Ange's heart moved, and after deciding that the pneumonia was better, he would go to the cardiothoracic surgery department for an examination, and if necessary, he could do a heart surgery.

If the original owner is just weak, Shu Ange can recuperate by exercising and slowly recuperate.

But she has congenital heart disease and low immunity, so Shu Ange really doesn't dare to act rashly.

The treatment room was in the noisy place, and Shu Ange was short of breath because of the chest tightness of those people, she hesitated and decided to go to the cardiac surgery first.

She is extremely unwell now, and the enclosed space will aggravate the feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath, Shu Ange looked at the people crowded together like canned sardines in the elevator, and decided to walk up the stairs.

Surrounded by many people asking all kinds of medical questions, Cen Hongwen has caused quite a stir every time he appears in the outpatient building since he graduated from Harvard Medical School last year and came to work at Kyoto Hospital.

Obviously, he is in charge of thoracic and cardiac surgery, and he is surrounded by Cen Hongwen's patients, and even pediatric problems such as toothache and hair loss have to be pestered by him.

Cen Hongwen is not used to it until now, and the patients still have the excessive enthusiasm of the hospital nurses.

After getting out with difficulty, in order to avoid encountering the enthusiastic crowd again, Cen Hongwen walked up the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

Quite enthusiastic patient, Cen Hongwen sighed, if this continues, he, a cardiothoracic surgeon, will also suffer from heart disease sooner or later.

He raised his wrist to look at the time, there were still twenty minutes left before the patient's appointed time, so he slowed down.

The VIP clinic of the Department of Cardiac Surgery is on the fifth floor, and it takes less than five minutes to walk up this section, which is a lot of time.

Only when the body and mind are completely relaxed can we keep our minds completely clear and make fewer mistakes.

This is especially important for a highly stressed medical worker, so Shum attaches great importance to regulating his mental state.

Cen Hongwen walked to the platform on the second floor and suddenly stopped—there was a woman lying on the ground.

The woman wore a large mask with only one pair of eyes exposed. At this moment, those eyes were tightly closed, and the skin was faintly pale.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" He shouted.

Seeing that no one responded, Cen Hongwen's heart "chuckled", subconsciously squatted down, took off the mask on the woman's face, leaned his ears over, and listened carefully to the woman's breathing.

Cen Hongwen put his right index finger and middle finger on the woman's slender neck, trying to feel the pulse of the carotid artery.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells......"

At this moment, a rapid and crisp mobile phone ringtone came out of Cen Hongwen's pocket.

He took out a free hand, took out the phone, and pressed the answer button: "Xiao Liu, there is a patient on the platform on the second floor who needs to be rescued, you ask someone to prepare a stretcher to come over." ”

"Yes, I'll come over here."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded extremely anxious.

Cen Hongwen's eyes dimmed slightly, and now he had determined that the woman lying on the ground had a transient cardiac shock.

The more critical the moment, the more he had to keep his composure.

Cen Hongwen changed from squatting to kneeling, rolled up his long sleeves, folded the palms of his hands, and pressed the woman's chest.

"One, two, three......"

When he reached the nintieth stroke, Shu Ange coughed twice and slowly opened his eyes.

"Awake?"

A man in a white hexagram was half-kneeling beside her, his hands still pressing on her chest for first aid.

Seeing her wake up, the other party got up and looked at her condescendingly. His appearance is very delicate, his facial contours are like sculptures, and his facial features are clear and three-dimensional.

Shu Ange saw his pale and haggard self from the bottom of his dark and deep eyes.

"The target character of this mission strategy appears, and the initial opinion is 30."

Shu Ange didn't expect to meet Dihua's clone in this world so soon, or in this form.

"Thank you."

She gasped and thanked her, holding her hands on the cold ground and trying to stand up, but halfway through her standing, her knees suddenly weakened, and she almost fell on her back again, but fortunately a strong arm supported her.

The original owner suffered from congenital heart disease, so he had to bring water and medicine with him everywhere he went, just in case.

Shu Ange first entered the mission world, and his body has always been as strong as a cow, so he didn't care about this habit, but who knew that there would be such trouble.

She had just gone up one floor when she suddenly felt a feeling of narrowness in her heart, and then, her eyes went black and she lost consciousness.

If it weren't for the doctor, Shu Ange couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

She stood firm with the help of the doctor next to her and glanced at the badge on his chest.

"Thank you for saving your life, Dr. Shum."

After standing up straight, Shu Ange found that the man was much taller than she thought, and when she looked at it, she could only see the badge on his chest.

Cen Hongwen raised his eyebrows, let go of her arm, pulled down her long sleeves unhurriedly, and said in a flat tone: "A heart disease patient, who doesn't even carry the most basic life-saving medicine, and goes up the stairs alone, do you think you can be so lucky every time, if you still cherish your life, don't die at will." ”

"I'm sorry I was careless."

Shu Ange heard the sarcasm in Cen Hongwen's words, and didn't take it to heart, but asked about his identity.

"Are you Dr. Shum from the Department of Thoracic Surgery?"

The surname Cen is rare, and when Shu Ange looked at the LED screen, he just saw a line of words floating on it.

Cen Hongwen was stunned, narrowed his eyes, and stayed on Shu Ange for a moment.

She is actually very beautiful, but her face is too haggard, and her lips are pale, which detracts from her beauty.

Weak women are always easy to make people unbearable, Cen Hongwen is rarely patient: "I am, what's the matter?" ”

Shu Ange grinned and said, "Doctor Cen, may I ask how to get to the 502 consultation room of the cardiac surgery clinic?" ”

"Go straight and turn right, the second door."

"Thank you."

Shu Ange smiled like a flower, bent down and bowed deeply with Cen Hongwen, and stumbled again.

At this moment, Xiao Liu hurried in with two nurses carrying a stretcher, he lifted his glasses, looked at Shu Ange and asked suspiciously: "Senior brother, is this the patient?" ”

"Well, it's her."

Cen Hongwen's eyebrows raised, and he glanced at Shu Ange meaningfully: "It's inconvenient for you to move around now, so let's lie on a single shelf." ”

Shu Ange is not a person who doesn't know what to do, she bowed slightly, thanked a few people and got on the single frame.

After being carried to the fifth floor, the thoracic surgeon suggested that Shu Ange's condition be done first.

As for whether it can be surgically cured, it will be considered comprehensively after the results come out.