I'm really an intern

Chapter 281 Opening a Small Corner

Zhang Tianyang was a little helpless.

He obviously hastened to tell the patient's family the good news first, and he didn't give him a chance to think about it and scare himself, so why did he still cry!

"This is good news, don't cry"

He comforted the crying middle-aged man in vain, feeling a little at a loss.

It's okay for him to coax a crying little girl, but to coax a middle-aged man

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Really can't do it!

The attending doctor and Song Changkong had nothing to do, and their faces were full of helplessness.

The family members who came and went around had cast their gazes over. Although there were no overly offensive gestures, whispered discussions were unavoidable.

The middle-aged man wiped his tears, and knew that this was not good for him, so he could only try his best to face the outside, and suppressed himself so that he would not make a sound.

There was no other way, the condition still had to be explained, and the attending doctor could only explain while looking at the middle-aged man's tears one after another.

Fortunately, middle-aged men themselves are very restrained.

Coupled with the three white coats in front of him, the attending doctor has the temperament of a superior doctor, Song Changkong's white sideburns give people a sense of security, and Zhang Tianyang's own reliability +1 makes people feel at ease.

The annoying crying was quickly suppressed.

"doctor."

The middle-aged man sniffed his nose gently and rubbed his hands, "Can I, please talk to my son on the phone."

"sure."

The attending doctor simply nodded in agreement, pinched the mobile phone handed over by the middle-aged man, and turned to look at the two white coats beside him.

His eyes swept across Zhang Tianyang and landed on Song Changkong.

"I'll take the phone in."

Song Changkong took the initiative to take on the job of running errands.

"Then I'll go back first."

The attending doctor greeted Zhang Tianyang, and then walked towards his office.

Zhang Tianyang looked at the tear stains on the face of the middle-aged man, as well as the flattering smile, and sighed.

There are generally no such things as paper towels in the pockets of white coats, because they are easy to contaminate.

But there will be no shortage of paper towels, because there will be ones next to the sink.

Zhang Tianyang ran to the sink in the ICU ward and took out a lot of tissues.

He really felt that it was not easy for middle-aged men.

You can't let people talk outside the door with tears on their faces.

Soon, the brand-new fruit phone with film gloves was placed next to the ears of the 78 tattooed youths again.

"Ho ho! Ho ho ho!"

He was still trembling all over, but when he heard the familiar voice next to his ear, he obviously reacted.

Zhang Tianyang stood by and watched for a while, and suddenly remembered the scene when he saw a middle-aged man for the first time that afternoon.

Move your eyes to the right, and the heavy curtains separate the ICU ward from the outside.

It's Sunday morning, not visiting time.

Also, there will be no visitation opportunities on the weekend itself.

Only on weekday afternoons are the curtains drawn.

After being stunned for a while, Zhang Tianyang suddenly ran to talk to the head nurse.

It took a while to reach an agreement.

"What did you tell the head nurse?"

Song Changkong was a little curious, Zhang Tianyang blinked at him, walked silently to the window opposite to bed 78, and gently lifted the heavy curtains by a small corner.

This is the place that middle-aged men usually occupy regularly.

"dong dong dong"

Zhang Tianyang knocked on the window, and soon a figure came up outside, it was the face of a middle-aged man.

Zhang Tianyang smiled at him, pointed behind him, and then fixed the curtains, leaving a small passage.

Through this small passage, the middle-aged man can just see his son lying on the hospital bed.

The glass of the windows is very thick.

When it was first decorated, it should have taken into account the possible emotional agitation of family members outside. After it was pulled up, it was difficult for outside sounds to come in.

Zhang Tianyang only saw the middle-aged man mouthing "thank you".

There seemed to be crystal reflections in the corners of his eyes again, but they were quickly wiped away.

At 10:30 in the morning, the work that should be processed is basically finished.

The heavy curtains were drawn back half an hour ago, and the phone was sent back.

The dyspnea of ​​the white lung patient is gradually improving, and Li Qianmin is still lying quietly on the hospital bed, occasionally performing exercises for limb muscle recovery accompanied by the chirping nurses.

The surrounding white coats have already left in sevens and eighties.

Weekends are originally statutory rest days, but the particularity of the profession of doctors makes it necessary to spend half or even one morning rounds.

So on weekends, once the work is done, the white coats can't wait to take off their clothes, and hurry up to go out or go to sleep.

Zhang Tianyang was in the ICU ward for the last inspection of his two patients, and then ran into Song Changkong who was about to go out.

"get off work?"

Song Changkong seemed to be in a good mood today, Zhang Tianyang agreed a few times, and simply took off his white clothes with him in the little doctor's lounge, and then walked out together.

"Doctor Song!"

When he reached the door, Song Changkong was stopped by a figure.

Taking a closer look, I found that it turned out to be a middle-aged man.

At this moment, his eyes were still reddish and bloodshot, but he had obviously calmed down, with a simple and honest smile on his face, and he was carrying heavy opaque plastic bags in his left and right hands.

But from the shape, it can probably be judged that there should be something like fruit inside.

Zhang Tianyang blinked at Song Changkong, moved his feet a few times, and jumped aside.

The young man with 78 beds of tattoos stayed in the ICU ward for almost two months. Most of the time, the doctor in charge of the bed was Song Changkong, and Song Changkong himself was extremely serious and responsible. This is evident from the meticulous medical records he wrote. I can tell.

Now is the time to receive thanks from the patient's family.

Zhang Tianyang felt that he could not be disturbed.

Decisively waved his hand and walked out, beside the elevator, he saw a familiar face.

It's a little yellow chicken man!

A group of people were surrounding him, most of them had joyful expressions on their faces, and many hands were pinching his body, which seemed to be his family members.

Zhang Tianyang took a glance and found that he had no impression of these family members.

But the girl standing next to the little yellow chicken man seemed familiar to him, but he didn't have a deep impression. She should be one of the classmates at the class reunion that day?

Shaking his head, he turned around and was about to go straight down the stairs, but the voice of the little yellow chicken came from behind him.

"That, doctor!"

Zhang Tianyang paused and turned his head.

"what happened?"

He wasn't wearing a white coat now, but the girl next to the little yellow chicken man was sure and said something.

"It's the doctor who asked us to tie you to the hospital that day!"

So, huh huh huh, a group of family members gathered around.

"Huh? What's going on?"

He was indeed the one who discovered the little yellow chicken guy at the beginning, and he was indeed the one who sent him to the emergency room and did the initial treatment, but he was not the doctor in charge of the bed during the week he lived in the ICU ward!

Zhang Tianyang subconsciously pressed his back against the wall.

In fact, the faces of the surrounding family members were quite excited.

Pushing aside the two people standing in front of him, the little yellow chicken stood still in front of him with a serious face.

(End of this chapter)