Presumably because he was too excited about the successful extraction of penicillin, the dreams he had at night were inevitably related to it.

In the dream, she watched as she calmly lowered the knife, cut open the carbuncle on a man's back, cleaned up the overflowing pus and blood, and sprinkled it with the powder of saprophytic muscle. Then she fed him half a bottle of penicillin solution.

She thought something was wrong, but in her dreams she couldn't figure out what was wrong until the patient began to feel nauseous and dizzy, and soon he went into convulsion and shock, and died.

Skin test! She made such a low-level mistake that she forgot that she had to do a skin test before using penicillin!

But how is this possible, she has carved these taboos into her blood and bones early in the morning, how can she accept a good human life and bury it in her own hands like this.

Luo Qianhuai sat up from the bed suddenly, his body was soaked in cold sweat, and he gasped for breath, like a fish out of water.

It's okay, it's just a dream. She calmed down, checked the system, and was relieved to see that the "dream come true" reward was still in the storage compartment in good shape.

Yes, it should only be a sweet dream that comes true, and it is obviously a terrible nightmare.

On the third night, Luo Qianhuai still thought about papermaking before going to bed, but he was no longer as persistent as the first night, and because he didn't sleep well for two consecutive nights, he soon fell asleep.

This time, she dreamed that she was boating on the sea, surrounded by an endless blue sea and blue sky, looking up at the clouds and clouds, the wind and waves below her, and sometimes seeing the swimming fish and seabirds coming and going freely, indescribably peaceful and beautiful.

A fountain appeared in the distance, and the light of broken jade appeared under the sunlight, and Luo Qianhuai even saw a seven-colored rainbow, which was really beautiful.

The next moment, however, the fountain teleported in front of her, and the huge whale's head rose out of the water, lifting her high with the boat, and then falling heavily into the water.

When Luo Qianhuai woke up, he still remembered the feeling of suffocating powerlessness after entering the water. In her lifetime, she would never look forward to sailing far away.

If there is a problem with the quality of sleep, it is not a big deal for the doctor. She prescribed a prescription to nourish qi and calm the nerves, and the effect was immediate.

The fourth, fifth, sixth, and third nights are all dreamless nights, and as long as one more night passes, the Rausch reward will be automatically invalidated. Anyway, she didn't expect much from the system's rewards, and it wasn't unacceptable if she could cause less trouble because of this.

It was only on this last night that she had a long dream.

A stretcher was thrown on the ground, full of blood clots, like blood tofu in a basin after killing a pig, piled up there brightly.

The door of the emergency operating room was covered with bloody footprints, all sizes, patterned, and muddled. A sturdy woman crouched by the wall, crying so much that she couldn't look at it.

Change shoes, brush hands, change into a green surgical gown, put on a hat and mask, and enter the operating room.

The strong smell of disinfectant water, the bright shadowless lamp, and the various instruments that kept ringing, the tense and anxious atmosphere was condensed.

Several people dressed in the same outfit as her had already arrived, looking at the data displayed on the instrument and communicating in low voices.

There was a bloody man lying on the operating table, a long cut on his right neck, and a very small amount of blood slowly oozed from it.

Bedside devices honestly show the data: blood pressure is not measured, heartbeat and breathing have stopped. The body is still warm, but it obviously doesn't last long.

The blood of the injured should have dried up on the way to the hospital, and he had lost his vital signs, so even if he was rescued, it might not be meaningful.

Luo Qianhuai sighed in his heart and looked up at the people around the operating table.

They are all people who used to cooperate often, and they can be identified from their body shape and eyes: Brother Zhao, anesthesiologist, Brother Jin, chief resident of orthopedics, and Brother Lin, general resident of general surgery.

By the way, there is another person she has heard of for a long time but has met for the first time.

At the age of 30, Du Mo, a returnee doctor personally hired by the dean and an outstanding graduate representative of Heidelberg University in country D, parachuted directly into the Department of Head and Neck Surgery as deputy director of the Department of Surgery, becoming the youngest deputy chief physician of the hospital.

It's also a coincidence, tonight, Deputy Director Du happened to have just finished an operation, and he heard that such an injured patient who was accidentally injured in the neck by an angle grinder came, and he participated in the consultation and first aid as soon as possible.

While she was looking at the other party, he also happened to raise his head, and his gaze casually swept over her face, with an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Those narrow and indifferent phoenix eyes always seem to have been seen somewhere. But she clearly remembered very well that she had no intersection with this Deputy Director Du before.

"Anesthesiologist, deep venous catheterization, full hydration." Deputy Director Du completely ignored her, lowered his head in an instant, and carefully probed the patient's injuries.

His voice was cold and deep, indescribably pleasant, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"The internal jugular vein was ruptured and there was no other trauma around." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and Brother Lin, who was waiting next to him, immediately handed over the needle and thread, and then a room of people watched seriously as Deputy Director Du ligated the arteries, and then sutured them in layers.

Through the disposable sterilized surgical rubber gloves, Luo Qianhuai couldn't see his hands clearly, but she just knew that those hands must be slender and powerful, just like the stitches in front of her, they were also fast and stable, and it didn't take long to stitch the wound inside and out, all neatly.

"Deputy Director Du's hand is really beautiful." Brother Jin, the resident doctor outside the bones, has always been a straightforward person, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but say: "It's a pity that the person sent it too late, you just sew it beautifully, that is, give him a whole corpse." ”

The anesthesiologist was still frantically rehydrating, establishing two deep venous channels, and the crystals, colloids, and plasma were poured into them desperately. But Luo Qianhuai and the others knew in their hearts that this was just a matter of talking about personnel, and the person lying on the stage was already a dead man, although what Brother Jin said just now was ugly, but it was also a down-to-earth truth, and everything he did now was just to make the deceased's appearance look better.

"Don't give up until the last minute." Deputy Director Du cut the thread, threw the needle holder into the stainless steel tray, and moved his eyes to the various monitoring instruments beside the bed.

"When I entered the hospital, I had no vital signs, and it has been more than half an hour now." Brother Lin muttered in a low voice, "Do you have to wait any longer?" ”

Luo Qianhuai actually meant the same thing. People are already like this, it is better to inform the family as soon as possible to prepare for the future, and there may not be any miracles if you wait any longer.

The sound of "beep" did not attract the attention of the hospitalists.

Brother Zhao, the anesthesiologist, had bloodshot eyes, stared at the fast-dripping hanging water angrily, and said impatiently: "Where did the interference come from!" ”

However, after a brief pause, the disturbance suddenly rang out one after another.

The straight line on the ECG monitor suddenly beats, outlining graceful curves up and down, and even the monotonous "beep" sound becomes extremely moving.

"Sinus heart rate restored!"

"I'm breathing on my own!"

"Oh my God, he's alive!"

The operating room suddenly fell into an almost crazy joy.

Luo Qianhuai laughed with them, and then saw the person who insisted on it.

Deputy Director Du did not get carried away and cheer like them.

He stood there quietly, his eyes still so cold and indifferent, only the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

Luo Qianhuai suddenly wanted to know what this person's face under the mask would look like, and whether he would live up to such a pair of eyes that were enough to overwhelm all beings.