At this time, Wu Mian sat on the ground, his back against the wall, as if he became one with the wall and became a part of the room.

This is the price that the patient must pay, what he sees and touches becomes a vast amount of information into the brain and stored, popping up from time to time, becoming a burden and torture in life.

Some things can't be done, and some things have to be done. Wu Mian doesn't have the idea that although tens of millions of people are going to me, if he can't escape, he will face it. Not to mention that he has an old relationship with Secretary Wang, just seeing a myocardial infarction patient, Wu Mian can't watch from the sidelines.

That being said, the cost of seeing a doctor is too great. So Wu Mian didn't follow him to the first year of medical college, but secretly hid like a wounded beast, licking his wounds.

This is just a glance at the patient through sunglasses, and there is not much redundant information to bear. If you have surgery, you will have more insomnia and pain after surgery. At that time, Wu Mian would be more irritable and distressed.

A black notepad was placed on the ground next to him, with a line of words dancing on it - there are still 225 days before liberation, and my parents are urging ......

The words in the back have not yet been written, and Wu Mian seems to have an instinctive resistance to memories.

[I'm still the same boy I used to be, and I haven't changed in the slight......]

The mobile phone rang, Wu Mian glanced at it, it was Wu Zhongtai calling.

"Dad. ”

"Your Uncle Wang has already entered the operating room, and this side was personally arranged by Dean Xue, and Director Gao was on the operation. ”

Wu Zhongtai's voice came out, and the phone was a little chaotic.

"Well, I've arranged everything, don't worry. Wu Mian said lightly.

"Wu Mian, what is your relationship with the First Hospital of the Medical University, why did Dean Xue come over in the middle of the night?"

"Dean Xue is a long story, let's talk about it another day. Director Gao, the year before last, on January 22, at the annual meeting of the Chest Pain Center in the imperial capital, Director Gao fainted in the venue. The emergency rescue I did was considered ...... Saved his life?"

“......”

"Don't worry, Dad. Director Gao's level is okay, and Uncle Wang should be fine. ”

"Oh, that ......"

Wu Zhongtai thought for a few seconds, and there were countless words that he wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, I'm hanging, tired and panicked. ”

"Oh, eat and sleep, don't go hungry. Wu Zhongtai admonished.

"Dad, if Dean Xue pulls you to eat at night, you can drink less. Don't think you owe them much favor, I have me on this side. You are over fifty, and if you drink another pound of wine, I guess I will have to go to the provincial capital to rescue you. Excuse me, save me a snack. ”

"You kid, people rescued your Uncle Wang......"

"Uncle Wang's situation is special, and diagnosis is the most important. Besides, Dean Xue's side ...... By the way, if he wants to come to me, you don't have to say yes. ”

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and a faint sigh could be heard.

"It's okay, I'll hang up, Uncle Wang can just take a look after the operation. ”

Hanging up the phone, Wu Mian seemed to have "forgotten" about this matter, sitting in the quiet of the night, fighting against the torture of fate alone. Insisting on writing a few simple, scribbled words on a notepad, Wu Mian put it in the pocket of his khaki trench coat.

His own problem is very serious, Wu Mian knows it in his heart. After trying all sorts of things, he wasn't willing to wait any longer. discussed with Chu Zhixi, and after a year, he underwent surgical treatment to cut out the frontal lobe and other parts of the brain.

The specific surgical method, Wu Mian has not yet been designed, and he has already prepared for the worst. But the worst thing is not death, but becoming the living dead.

So he started making decisions, and every day he would write down one or several paragraphs in his notebook to record what he had done during that time. If you can survive and lose your memory completely, maybe this will help you somewhat.

Every day, writing less and less time on the notepad, Wu Mian's mood became calmer and calmer. Death may be a good place to be.

2 hours and 32 minutes later, the phone lit up and a WeChat message was sent.

Wang Zhijian's surgery has been completed, and his postoperative condition is very ideal, saying that he can go home after a few days.

This is expected, Wu Mian has a full understanding of the interventional surgery of the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine of the First Hospital of the Medical University, and even more so of Wang Zhijian's condition.

The night passed like that.

Wu Mian had no sleep all night.

Fortunately, he is used to it, and meditation can also give him a moment of respite, so that his life will not be chaotic.

After breakfast, Wu Mian came to the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine with the delicate suitcase, and walked to the medical department with his eyes closed according to the instructions of Section Chief Duan yesterday.

Although the hospital is not large, it is still a small building. The Medical Section is on the first floor, and when you enter the main gate, there is the Medical Section on the right hand side of the hall.

At the end of the corridor, on the left is the bathroom and the section chief's office, and on the right is the office of Wu Mian and several section members.

The door of the medical department is still installed with an old, dilapidated door lock, although it is not the kind of heavy open lock, but Wu Mian feels that the effect of this thing to lock the door is very poor, and he can open the doors of all the offices of the hospital with a pack of instant noodles.

Hand over the box to Section Chief Duan, and trouble him to send it to the operating room to say hello by the way. Although Wu Mian said no, his body is always honest. Some habits can't be broken from the day you become a doctor.

When I entered the house, I opened the window, and the leaves were rustling, and the fresh air was blowing in. Opposite the side is the former family building, which is now mostly rented out.

There is a family where a man and a woman are arguing, saying that the man has been playing games and is not earning money to support the family.

There were a few families cooking breakfast, and the smell of Tohoku rice was spreading.

Opposite is a breakfast shop, and the sound of fried fritters is endless.

The fireworks in the world, Wu Mian didn't feel noisy, although the sound evoked more redundant memories to emerge.

He sat in a chair by the window, silent like a mascot.

As time passed, the hospital gradually had some voices.

There are only 4 people in the medical department, and there are only 5 people in Wu Mian. They should be responsible for medical affairs, science and education, infection, and so on.

It is already very "formal" for a hospital of this level to have a full-time medical department, and the head of the medical department of more primary hospitals is a part-time clinical director. Not only that, but even the dean is also the clinical director, as is the case with Yajingzi, and Dean Zhou is the director of the first department of surgery, mainly doing urological surgery.

When colleagues came to work, they knew that there was a new deputy section chief, and they all looked at Wu Mian with curious eyes. There are only 2 so-called colleagues, both of whom are middle-aged sisters. An eldest sister greeted him, but Wu Mian just nodded and didn't even say a word.

This person is really arrogant, although the eldest sister looks at him handsome and has a good impression, but the hot face sticks to the cold ass, and she is also angry, so she simply ignores the young deputy section chief and is busy with her own.

Drinking tea and reading the newspaper were work projects many years ago. Now there are almost no paper newspapers, and everyone is swiping their mobile phones to read gossip or go to Taobao.

The days are leisurely, and the birds in the forest outside are singing, and there is a sense of elegance.

"Xiao Wu, come here. Section Chief Duan said at the door.

"Oh. Wu Mian came back to his senses, stood up and walked out.

"I'll send your stuff to the operating room, don't worry. The conditions here are simple, are you still used to it?" asked Section Chief Duan very gently.

"It's good, it's okay all morning. Wu Mian said, "I see that the medical department of the Imperial Capital Hospital is busy early in the morning, and there are countless disputes. ”

"Hahaha. Section Chief Duan is a little proud, a small place has the benefits of a small place. 9 to 5, there is no such thing as 996. The capitalists want to exploit it, but they can't exploit a place like Yajingzi now.

"I've got you a job, young man, don't be too idle. Section Chief Duan said, "If you are idle for a long time, it is easy to spoil people." Besides, I will retire in two or three years, and you still have to care more about clinical matters, especially the relationship with those directors to maintain now. ”

"I don't drink. Wu Mian had a cold face and refused directly.

"I didn't let you drink, there was an operation in surgery today, and a new doctor was scolded and cried. You go and see what's going on and adjust it. ”

"Crying!" Wu Mian said.

"Who knows, a call from the operating room. You go and see, comfort and comfort, young man, your heart is high, don't think about looking for death and life for a while. Section Chief Duan said, "It's a young doctor who graduated from the orientation, let's go and have a look." ”

Wu Mian nodded, turned around and left.

"I'll find the operating room. ”

"Yes, I'll take a look. ”

"To put it mildly, don't make trouble, the child can't think about it!"

The training model of rural oriented medical students began in 2010.

After seeing the prosperity of the big city and having a better future, how many people still want to return to the countryside? However, since they are orientation students, they do not spend money to go to school and have subsidies, so it is necessary to come back.

Since the graduation of the first batch of orientation students, defaults have been common.

At first, there were a few defaults, but now, the number of defaulters is increasing. Directional students would rather breach the contract than come to rural and township hospitals, which has its own reasoning, and it is difficult to directly say who is wrong.

There is a reason why the state has set up this policy of training doctors, because there is a shortage of doctors in the vast rural areas, and in the rural areas of the central and western regions, villagers in many places have not seen a doctor for a radius of ten miles.

Bajingzi is a good place, after all, it is a part of Linzhou, and it still relies on the provincial capital. But even the urban-rural junction of Bajingzi has such a down-and-down appearance, not to mention the real countryside.