I'm really an intern

Chapter 186 A Place of Light in the Darkness

Zhang Tianyang didn't wait until the operation was over.

The people who were on the verge of collapse in the emergency room were all replaced in advance. Like Zhang Tianyang, they stayed in the emergency surgery room and refused to leave.

Now, there is no need to worry about patients, they really collapse.

The trainee nurse was wailing outside the operating room, but she was afraid that her crying would affect the operation inside, so she had to silence it.

But the more I endured it, the more I wanted to cry, so I couldn't help crying again.

Nurse Ouyang, like Senior Brother Deng, was squatting against the corner, holding her head in her hands, and staring at the opposite side from time to time, with suspicious marks in the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Tianyang and the white meat shield stood there straight, their faces calm and cold, and strangers should not enter.

Some of the family members waiting nearby were old and some were newcomers, but no matter whether they were familiar with the medical staff in the emergency room or not, at least, in their impression, the people in white clothes were calm.

Mount Tai collapsed without changing color.

Bloody hands and face can save lives.

When had they seen such doctors and nurses?

Subconsciously, instinctively, they stayed away.

Taking the gate of the emergency surgery operating room as the radius, there are only people in white clothes in a big circle.

Starting at eleven o'clock, more and more white clothes arrived one after another.

There are professor-level white clothes, take a look at the situation, and walk away with a sullen face.

There were white clothes from the emergency department, who spontaneously gathered here, comforted their colleagues, and then let out a low sob.

There are those who have already left work in other departments, those who have just left work, and those who have not had time to get off work. After getting the news, they rushed over spontaneously, put their hands together, and prayed for the seniors.

There are many more on the way.

There are many more, I haven't come, but I don't know where to hide, I want to cry, but I can't cry.

In the end, there were too many people.

The deputy dean completely understood the feelings of these doctors and nurses, because he himself was about to be blown up.

However, the hospital is not the only patient.

There are still many patients waiting for help.

Those patients have done nothing wrong and cannot be affected by the mistakes of scum.

A group of people were driven away from the operating room of the emergency department, and some stayed in the doctor's office on the first floor to wait for the results.

Some saw the bloody mess on the ground, left in anger, and then stayed up all night.

Zhang Tianyang did not continue to stay in the hospital.

He calmly changed his clothes and took off his bloody white coat.

Staring at the bright red on a piece of pure white, he rolled up his white coat and wrapped it in a yellow garbage bag.

The Oriental Medical University in the middle of the night is very deserted.

A few pale lights, tree shadows swaying in the wind, occasional rustling, and a lonely figure.

In fact, at this point, everywhere is very deserted.

It's just that after staying in the emergency department for a long time, suddenly there were no such noisy voices, and those nervous and anxious faces disappeared, so I always felt uncomfortable.

The playground at night is generally deserted.

From 11:30 to [-]:[-] is the busiest time. After [-]:[-], the night runners will return to the dormitory one after another.

Only those who were too late to do the experiment, or those who were stimulated by something, would appear on the playground after twelve o'clock.

But today, after twelve o'clock, there are still many figures on the playground.

It's not the kind of figure who wears headphones and takes small steps leisurely.

Instead, it was a figure who ran wildly, howled loudly, and then fell to the ground, crying and laughing.

Zhang Tianyang is not them, so I don't know what kind of mood they are in.

Snippet of the truth should have spread, right?

At least, among these people in Dongfang Hospital, has it spread?

What would they think?

anger?

sorrow?

Feeling cold?

What will they do?

Like the doctors who came to take over, try to forget this matter and continue to treat diseases and save lives?

Running around the playground like these people he saw now?

Or jump out of bed and fight on the front line of Weibo?

Maybe constantly swiping your phone, paying attention to the results?

Will you put your hands together and pray to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky?

Is it possible to discuss and swear with people in public?

Or hide on the balcony, talk to your parents on the phone, talk about it, and cry?

he does not know.

He is not a bystander.

He is a witness.

He knows what happened.

He is aware of the other person's condition.

He remembered the gentleness of the professor.

He can't forget that there is still warm blood.

This evening, Zhang Tianyang made many phone calls.

Most of them call for help.

I beg the doctors in the corresponding department to come quickly.

Ask the professors to come and see.

I beg the media to spread the word as much as possible.

I beg my brother to at least make him suffer for a while.

All for others.

And himself, like a cold machine.

He stopped bleeding, he intubated, he clamped small blood vessels.

He called a consultation, and he was sent to the operating room.

He dealt with the suspect, he punished the suspect.

He spread the news, he made arrangements.

But only, he didn't shed even a single tear.

The little nurse was sobbing, and the female doctors were also wiping away their tears.

Even a face-saving person like Brother Deng squatted helplessly in a corner, with suspicious marks in the corners of his eyes.

He did not.

He didn't even yell.

Even the phrase "roll off" was a deep voice.

Many of the white clothes who came later were scolding, and even the brothers in the orthopedics department scolded angrily several times when they got the news.

He did not.

He didn't lose his temper even for a moment.

Things happen and he saves lives.

When things are over, he writes handover.

The old lady's handover, even if such a thing happened, he wrote it in detail.

The investigation will definitely freeze all the medical records, but he is not afraid at all.

Except for the initial hospital admission written by Professor Yang, the rest of the course of the disease was written by him word by word.

Just looking at the course of the disease, this is a gratifying patient whose condition is gradually improving.

But look at the family, it's a ticking time bomb.

And now, it blew up.

Zhang Tianyang is like a ruthless machine, doing all the things he can do, and then, he retires.

Until now, one o'clock in the middle of the night.

He just rolled up his white coat silently, sat silently on the highest stand beside the playground, faced the wind silently, and looked in the direction of the hospital silently.

A place in my heart seemed to be empty.

The phone was turned to silent.

The screen brightens and dims, dims and brightens.

A lot of people call him, a lot of people send him messages.

There are professors, brothers, sisters, roommates, classmates, counselors, and the Academic Affairs Office.

But he didn't even look at it.

Everything that should be said has been said, and what should be explained has also been explained.

He just silently, silently, watching, staring.

Staring intently.

The place where the light is still shining when all the buildings are in darkness.

Being a doctor is really, really hard!

"Hey!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Like from the playground ahead.

But Zhang Tianyang didn't move and didn't turn his head.

"Hey! Why are you running so high!"

The voice sounded familiar.

"Zhang! God! Yang!"

"You ignore me, I'm going up!"

　Looking for a monthly pass, now I am ranked 105, can you let me enter the top 100?

　　

　

(End of this chapter)