In-house help system

This morning, as soon as Ji Wenliang stepped into the inpatient department of the Cardiac Surgery Department, he noticed that the atmosphere was not right.

The first is the strange behavior of those little nurses.

Just now when he got to the stairs, he saw them gathered together from a distance, whispering and not knowing what they were talking about. When he found him coming, he suddenly dispersed quickly and silently as if he had met the director of the department. Pretentiously doing what is in hand.

The second is their attitude towards him.

In the past, whenever they saw him, there would be visible enthusiasm in their eyes and mouths, but now he was walking to the nurse's station, and they didn't seem to notice at all.

"Good morning." Ji Wenliang greeted with doubts.

Several people lowered their heads and exchanged glances furtively.

Nurse Li raised her head first and squeezed out a giggling smile.

"Good morning, Doctor Ji."

"Good morning." The nurse next to him began to say hello, like a child imitating an adult.

"Has Doctor Ji had breakfast?" Nurse Li asked again.

"Yeah, have you had breakfast yet?"

"Well...no," Ji Wenliang couldn't figure out their attitude, and pointed forward, "I stayed in the duty room—"

"Doctor Ji, I still have buns here, you can eat them."

"Doctor Ji will give you this box of yogurt."

"Do you eat Doctor Ji's apple?"

"Doctor Ji, I have buns, what flavor do you like?"

Ji Wenliang was overwhelmed by flattery, and just about to refuse, he bumped into a pair of shining eyes, and there was still a little... sympathy in the light?

It seemed that if he didn't accept it, they would be very guilty.

He had no choice but to return to the office with a full bag of snacks on his face.

Seeing his figure disappear, the little nurses began to whisper and whisper again.

"Did you find out just now? How uncomfortable was Dr. Ji when he greeted us. "

"Isn't it? And I didn't even eat breakfast, and I couldn't even take care of my own body."

"How can you have breakfast when something like this happens? You will be sad no matter what. I guess Dr. Ji didn't sleep all night. Did you see that there are wrinkles in his shirt pockets? Dr. Ji loves cleaning so much. Wearing a wrinkled shirt."

"Wrinkles? Are those stripes?"

"It's folds."

"It's stripes."

"It's folds."

"It's stripes."

……

Ji Wenliang returned to the office, spread the snacks given to him by the nurses on the table, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

These days, he has developed a habit - if he finds anything strange around him, he will immediately check He Ning's circle of friends. As long as he combines the latest news he posted, let the imaginary wild horse gallop for a while, and he will always find an answer.

Of course, sometimes he had to admit that his imagination was a little short.

As soon as he clicked on the chat software, Xiao Yang ran over.

"Doctor Ji, you are the second assistant for the operation of the 5-bed patient. Director Feng told you to go there quickly."

"5 beds? Isn't the 5-bed operation scheduled for the afternoon?"

"The condition suddenly deteriorated just now. Director Feng said that he needs to operate immediately."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wenliang immediately put down the phone.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

While doing preoperative preparations, Ji Wenliang ran into Feng Ming.

He was applying disinfectant gel to his arms, and the blue-green mask covered most of his face, so he couldn't see clearly.

A voice of resistance came out.

"Song Jie didn't have surgery in the morning, do you need him to replace you?"

Ji Wenliang was startled.

Why...why did Song Jae take my place?Do not trust me?Question my competence?

"Ms. Feng, I'm the doctor in charge of the 5-bed patient. I know his situation better. I've also read the surgery materials. I think... I'm fine."

Feng Ming didn't nod or shake his head, he glanced at him and walked out.

It was almost noon when Ji Wenliang came out of the operating room. He wanted to go back to the office to fill his stomach, but was dragged into the stairs by Song Jie on the way.

"Are you okay? Why did you perform the operation yourself? I told Director Feng that I will take care of you." Song Jie touched his forehead with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm fine, why are you doing it for me?" Ji Wenliang pulled down his hand covering his forehead.

Song Jie hesitated to speak, but finally stammered: "I know what happened yesterday. I saw He Ning's circle of friends. Are you really okay? Don't be brave anymore."

Ji Wenliang passed Song Jie and pushed open the security door.

He decided to shut up temporarily, firstly because he didn't know what He Ning had posted again, so he couldn't answer, and secondly because he was really hungry and wanted to save some energy.

Soong-jae pursues persistently into the hallway, chattering non-stop in his footsteps.

"Are you fighting again? Why?"

"No matter what the reason is, it doesn't need to be so serious."

"I specifically called He Ning this morning, and his voice is hoarse."

"Actually, I think He Ning is a pretty good person."

"Do you know He Ning well?" Ji Wenliang casually threw a question back.

This time Song Jie was excited, as if he was asked about his professional field, he snapped his fingers.

"Look at He Ning, he is careful, filial, ambitious, and loyal to his friends—"

Ji Wenliang stopped.

"Senior brother, you... know him very well?"

Song Jie opened his mouth.

"Hey, we just drank wine together twice, so we are not very familiar. Don't worry, hey, are you hungry? My brother will take you to the cafeteria."

Before going to dinner, Ji Wenliang took a chance to watch He Ning's new post.

A picture with a few scattered words is still so concise.

This picture seems to be taken in a bar. Under the dim light, there are a few crumbling wine bottles, and there is a line of text on the picture.

"Tired, meeting is worse than nostalgia."

This is the rhythm of "breaking up", no wonder they look at him like a "poor little boy".

Jealousy is like a never-ending alarm clock, always reminding you that you still love that person.

And sympathy is the secret weapon to bring two hearts closer. It gives people the courage and possibility to take a step forward.

Ji Wenliang remembered what He Ning said to him that night, resting his chin on his right hand, fumbling with the phone casually.

After tossing for so long, I don't know if it can play a little role.

Soon, he discovered that this effect could not be described as "a little bit", and of course he also made an unexpected sacrifice.

"Doctor Ji? Is Doctor Ji there?"

Intern Xiao Yang ran into the office anxiously.

"I'm here, what's wrong?" Ji Wenliang stood up.

"It's great that you haven't got off work, Doctor Ji," Dr. Yang seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, "The two family members of the 9th bed had an argument at the door of the ward, and I... I didn't dare to come forward to persuade me, what should I do?"

"Don't worry, I'll go take a look with you."

Before reaching the door of the ward, two voices hit Ji Wenliang's eardrums, one was a male voice, the other was a female voice, the male voice was deeper and thicker, as if carrying an inexhaustible force, and the female voice was sharper Higher, is a menacing spear.They ebb and flow—in a never-ending pattern.

Surprisingly, although he and they spoke the same language, until Ji Wenliang approached, he couldn't hear what they were talking about. Perhaps the essence of the quarrel lay in whose voice was louder.

Ji Wenliang is obviously not good at this, because he seldom speaks loudly, so he can only intervene between them to prevent them from seeing each other's faces, and then tell them to calm down.

The female family member obviously knew Ji Wenliang, she grabbed his arm like a winning chip.

"Doctor Ji, you came just in time. Tell me, can I be blamed for my mother's illness!"

"Don't blame you! Don't blame you! Mom was fine when she lived in my house half a month ago, but she was paralyzed and hospitalized again when she came to your house!

Ji Wenliang looked at the tattoo coiled on the strong arm of the male family member, and finally understood why Dr. Yang didn't dare to persuade him.

"Mom has always had high blood pressure, don't you know? Then I said that you got high blood pressure at your home!"

"Look at whose high blood pressure can be so high, does it matter, huh?"

"Doctor Ji," the female family member teased Ji Wenliang, "Do you think it matters?"

"This...many patients with aortic dissection do have a history of hypertension..."

Soon, Ji Wenliang found that no one listened to him at all, his voice was drowned in a new quarrel, and then the quarrel developed in a trend that was too late to stop—their limbs began to try to get past him. There was a solid human wall, and then the female family member stepped on the tiger's tail for some reason, and the male family member screamed in pain and rushed up.

An exclamation sounded.

Ji Wenliang felt dizzy and dizzy, and the pain rushed from his forehead like a huge wave. He wanted to move, but found that his hands and feet were out of control, because all his strength was used to resist the pain, so he had no choice but to move. Not moving, waiting for the aftermath to dissipate.

Not long after, a cold feeling came from his hands, and he stood up while supporting the ground.

"Come on, let my brother take a look." Song Jie raised Ji Wenliang's chin, made him look up, and began to treat his wounds, "If you talk about you, even persuading a fight can make a hole in yourself. What's wrong with you? Advised."

"I didn't do it on purpose." Who wanted to hurt himself on purpose, "I think they are brother and sister, no matter how much they quarrel, they won't fight."

"It's nothing between brothers and sisters. There are still sons and parents doing it in the hospital. Next time you encounter this kind of situation, just call the security guard."

Ji Wenliang didn't move for a long time, Song Jie stopped what he was doing.

"Aren't you crying?"

"No," Ji Wenliang's eyes were moist, and his words were breathy, "Yes...it hurts."

"You wait, I'll get the anesthetic."

The sound of the white coat rubbing against the trouser legs faded away, followed by another sound of flipping, and a figure reappeared within sight.

"Is the wound serious?" Ji Wenliang asked.

"Looks serious and needs stitches."

Not Song Jae's voice.

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I can only write here first. My mobile phone and computer will run out of battery on the train. If there is any typo, please point it out. I will use my mobile phone to correct it.