if love is invisible

Dean Miao realized something, and quickly interrupted: "Xiao Song, you are still young, and you should think twice before making some decisions."

Song Xigu pinched the butt of the cigarette between his fingers, with a thoughtful and determined expression on his face: "Dean, I have already thought it through very clearly."

"In fact, when I returned to the hospital this time, I immediately felt that the atmosphere of the hospital was different from before. I just want to practice medicine to save lives, but the environment of the hospital is obviously not pure anymore."

"Not only do I have to spend my mind on how to treat the patient, I also have to devote part of my energy to preventing the family members of the patient from killing me."

"Dean, I'm a doctor, a doctor who heals patients and saves lives, but what I saw in the past few days after I came back made me doubt whether it was worth it for me to come back. Today I found the answer."

"I have decided to resign."

Song Xigu squeezed out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can: "Since the environment of the central hospital or other hospitals can't let me practice medicine and save people with peace of mind, I will create a relatively benign environment myself."

Dean Miao tasted it: "You mean...you want to open a clinic?"

"No, it's a hospital." Song Xigu smiled, "but don't worry, I will not compete with the hospital for patients. The purpose of my hospital is not to make a profit, but to provide a relatively safe stage for aspiring doctors, so that patients can truly enjoy their lives. Can enjoy how easy the doctor treats without any worries.”

"I don't want to see salaried people frozen on the side of the road and no one rescues them. Doctors are rescuers, and doctors are also ordinary people. They also have to eat, drink, and enjoy life."

"Dean Miao, you are a very responsible dean. I hope you can continue to shine on your own stage and use your power to find breathing space for doctors. But if one day You are tired and want to retire, if you come to me, I will confess you as a treasure." Song Xigu looked sincere.

Dean Miao sighed.

"Now that you have made a decision, I won't advise you anymore. As long as you are still on this path, then I am very pleased. However, we doctors are destined not to choose whether to save people, or even choose whether to save people or not." Who to save. Because some responsibilities are born." Dean Miao patted him on the shoulder, "I hope your hospital will be established quickly, as long as you are still a doctor, there will be an extra way for patients to survive."

Song Xigu hugged him: "Dean Miao, thank you."

"Thank you, why don't you just say that I'm welcome to your hospital? I'm saving my own way!" Dean Miao joked.

The two chatted for a while, and Dean Miao also called Song Xigu for consultation, and asked the relevant departments what procedures, certificates and matters need attention to open a hospital. The enthusiasm was so high that people who didn't know thought that It is he who wants to open the hospital himself.

Song Xigu has made up his mind to go, but there are still more than a dozen patients on hand who need him to follow up, so Dean Miao asked him to stay for a while: "Anyway, your hospital is still in the process of selecting a site, and by the way, you still need to apply for a license. It may take you a month or two just to apply for a license, and then you need construction advice, decoration, planning, recruitment, and introduction of equipment. After this whole process goes down, it will take at least two years for the hospital to be put into use."

"To tell the truth, doctors are also craftsmen. Craftsmen will become unfamiliar if they don't do crafts for a day. When your hospital opens, your medical skills will regress. It will take more time to practice, and you will save many lives. What a pity. .”

Dean Miao is definitely a master of words, and he immediately touched Song Xigu's heart, but: "I don't plan to build another hospital."

"When I came here this morning, I noticed that the Jinlong Hospital, which was just listed for business not long ago, has been closed due to a lack of funds. I plan to take it over and use it directly. It will reopen in half a month at most."

Song Xigu assured Dean Miao: "But these patients in my hands, I will be responsible to the end, and will not leave any traces to the hospital. If there are any problems in the follow-up, Dean Miao can let them come to our hospital directly. Come to me, if there is anything I can help in the future, Dean Miao just ask, and I will definitely not refuse."

Dean Miao sighed, patted him on the shoulder and left, the back view was inexplicably sad.

Song Xigu turned his face away, smoked another cigarette, and then returned to the consultation room.

After checking the wards in the ward he was in charge of, Song Xigu got the understanding and encouragement of all the patients. His heart was full of enthusiasm, so the idea of ​​starting a hospital by himself became stronger.

Only with a worry-free environment can we devote ourselves to treating diseases and saving lives!
It was past nine o'clock in the evening after the house inspection, and Song Xigu's stomach growled, only then did he remember that he hadn't had dinner yet.

Just about to order a takeaway, someone knocked on the door outside, thinking it was a nurse or some other doctor, Song Xigu lazily called out to come in.

It wasn't his colleague who came in, but Wen Zhen.

Wen Zhen was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, holding an insulated lunch box in her hand.

Before she came, she had fueled herself up enough, but when she opened the door and saw his cold face, her courage was gone.

She turned away.

Song Xigu didn't move as if he didn't notice her.

A few minutes later, Wen Zhen made enough mental preparations and came back with an insulated lunch box.

She put the things on his table, and said in a calm tone, "Miss Xiaoyu brought you the supper. She is busy, so let me deliver it for her. It's your favorite stir-fried beef river and shredded chicken porridge. Eat it while it's hot. Bar."

Only then did Song Xigu make a move.

He opened the insulated box. On the top was fried beef river, which was very fragrant. He took out the fried beef river, and the bottom was shredded chicken porridge, which was also very fragrant.

His stomach growled even more violently.

Wen Zhen hurriedly said: "You eat fried beef first, and I will serve you porridge."

Song Xi gave a hum, and buried himself in eating noodles. He didn't eat dinner, and he spent so long with Chen Fan on an empty stomach, and then checked the room for a long time. It was stuffed into his stomach.

Wen Zhen quickly pushed the porridge over: "Eat slowly, the porridge is still very hot."

Song Xi gave a hum, and started to drink porridge. He was definitely not elegant in eating, but at the moment Wen Zhen looked at him, he felt that he had a special style, good-looking, elegant, in short, he was good-looking.

This should be the so-called filter, right?
Song Xigu drank two bowls of porridge in one go before he had the strength to speak, and looked up at her: "Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Zhen shook her head, then nodded again: "Eat, eat."

"Really eat?"

"……No."

Song Xigu stared at her for a long time, then said helplessly, "Sit down."

Wen Zhen sat down and watched Song Xigu make porridge for her, she had a thought and blurted out: "Song Xigu, you are not angry anymore, are you?"

Song Xigu made a pause with his hands, then continued half a second later, filled a bowl of porridge, and put the porridge in front of Wen Zhen: "Eat the porridge."

Wen Zhen didn't move: "Song Xigu, you are still angry."

Song Xi stared at her intently, and suddenly crossed his hands: "Yes, I'm still angry. So Miss Wen is trying to coax me?"