Baiyun ambition

In the middle of the night, the hospital corridors are brightly lit, empty and frightening.The person who came hurriedly stepped into the operating room with his arms raised on his waistline.

"Director Yan."

Yan Xiru responded, and glanced at the operating table: "What's the reason? Car accident? Fight?"

The itinerant nurse shook her head: "Fall down."

"Hmm." Yan Xiru unbuttoned the surgical gown, and waited for the nurse to fasten the belt on the back for him, when a grain of sterile foam floated to his eyelashes, feeling a bit sleepy.

"Director Yan," the anesthetist reminded him in a deep voice, "AIDS, Xiao Sanyang."

"Understood." Yan Xiru put on his gloves, his expression unchanged, "The spleen is extensively ruptured, the splenic pedicle, and the trunk of the splenic artery and vein are damaged. Prepare for total splenectomy and autologous spleen tissue transplantation in the omentum sac."

The blazing light focused on the patient's left costal arch. Holding the big round knife with his thumb and middle finger, he glanced at the numbers on the wall.

"At 24:[-], the operation began."

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Yan Xiru rubbed his hat and mask and walked to the dressing room.After staying up all night, I finally saw a little bit of the human world outside the sterile area.

The old horse at the front desk at the entrance of the operating room saw him: "Yan Qidao, good morning, did you talk about business all night last night?"

Seven Knives is one of Yan Xiru's nicknames. It got its name from the fact that he performed seven consecutive surgeries on stage when he was still young and strong.

Yan Xiru waved his hand, and it was rare for him not to speak. He stood on the stage for six hours, and he, a middle-aged man in his 30s, was really exhausted physically and mentally.

"I heard that the station last night was not easy. Doctor Jiang couldn't handle it by himself. I thought Professor Jiang would do it by himself. I didn't expect the old director to pull you up from the bed in the middle of the night and point at you to rejuvenate with a knife." Well, at this time, Liao Sijun can't think of it. However, it's not a good feeling to take over the professor's desk, and you won't be able to do easy work in the future, Yan Xiru." The old horse likes to talk back when he has no strength Sometimes he laughed at him, "Look, our director Yan is so tired that his beard grew out overnight."

Yan Xiru touched his chin, it really hurt.

The old horse saw the back of his hand and said in amazement: "Why don't you wrap your hand when it's broken?! It's so dangerous to expose it like this."

Yan Xiru had a small cut on the back of his hand, and wrote: "It's okay." He walked into the dressing room and took off his surgical gown. The collar of his shirt was still stained with a smell of rice wine, which had fermented from the fragrance to intoxicating.

Last night, the book "Jade Hairpin" on the stage just heard about it—Buddhist meeting, tea ceremony, piano performance, everything is ready, only the love between the two is needed, Jiang Yichang's wind blows him to the operating table.The emergency department received a patient with spleen trauma. Jiang Jian couldn't do it alone, and Professor Jiang couldn't do it. Liao Sijun hadn't had a rotten spleen in many years, and Yan Xiru was the only one left when he was in danger.

"Yan Xiru! I put the badge in this drawer for you!" the old horse called him from the door.

Yan Xiru put on his crumpled shirt and wore a thin surgical gown all night. The air conditioner inside was blowing cold and warm, making his voice hoarse.He was determined not to say a word today unless it was a matter of life and death.

The old horse still cared about him: "Yan Xiru! Have you lost your voice? Or are you deaf?" There was no movement, it seemed that he was tired and stupid.

After finishing speaking, I heard a roar from the locker room: "Damn it! Who is wearing my socks again—!"

In the operating room, he couldn't shave his beard, and Yan Xi Rujin was pulling on his slippers, with a look of desperation devastated by life. At the elevator entrance, he ran into Director Fang, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and said, "It just so happens, and Dean Sun and I are going to see this group of newcomers." Doctor, you come with us."

"Me? I'll forget it. I just stood on the stage all night and my mind is foggy. Let me go back to sleep, leader."

"Can you go back to sleep? As soon as you get out of the hospital, run to the theater! That's where you go to work!"

Yan Xiru has a bad temper, and the young master has bad hobbies.Born 30 years earlier, he now sits under the banyan tree on Yushu Street all day long, watching which theaters sing gongs and sings, and he is in charge of selling tickets.And he can listen or not, as long as he is pleasing to the ear, Yue opera, Pingju opera, Liyuan opera, anyone who comes will not be rejected.

Dean Sun pointed at him and scolded with a smile: "In the past, if you didn't have this skill, you wouldn't be a prodigal son, and you would also be running for a rich man."

Yan Xiru raised his skinned fingers: "Leader, look at my rough hands, how can I look like a young master? I'm just a working people."

Fang Guangming asked again: "Also, does your father know about your signing up for aid in Africa?"

"If Yan Chengsong knows, can I report it?" Yan Xiru is very self-aware.

"It has nothing to do with Director Yan! You are the backbone of our general surgery, even if you consider it from the hospital's point of view, you will not be allowed to go!" Fang Guangming said earnestly, "I know you used to have some grievances against the hospital, but it's been so long ..."

Yan Xiru waved his hand exaggeratedly: "I didn't. I'm dedicated to the hospital and the people. If you don't approve it this year, I will apply next year. You don't think I'm bothering you."

"Just toss yourself!"

Yan Xiru couldn't slip away in the end, and was dragged and dragged into the meeting room by someone, arm in arm.

It is difficult to get into the hospital now, and more than a dozen doctoral graduates are vying for the open quota of a third-class hospital. Today, the batch that can enter the interview is after layers of screening, and half a nail has been driven into the board. , can only be picked by the leaders.A group of young people talked about their passion and ideals on the stage, and they talked about throwing their heads and blood for the hospital. The middle-aged people went in their left ear and out of their right ear, and twirled their fingers hidden under the table. Today's play is "North West Chamber" tuned by Xinchang.He immediately typed: "Old Zhuang, leave me a ticket for the afternoon, the last row."

Yan Xiru likes to sit back when listening to opera.He felt that no matter how beautiful something is, it only has that taste when viewed from a distance, but it feels empty when placed in front of his eyes.As I was typing, my arm was bumped by the person next door: "Hey, this is not bad."

He murmured and didn't bother to look up.

"Not bad right?"

"Well, not bad." There is also "Looking for Dreams" later, which is very suitable for him.Yan Xiru snorted to himself, the most provocative spring scenery is this year.

At this time, the voice on the stage was clear, and suddenly broke in. "Yu Fangyun, 25 years old, majors in critical care."

...a 25-year-old doctor?Yan Xiru half-raised his eyelids, and looked at the young man who was standing not far away talking. His voice was as clear as his name, and he had a face with delicate features, but red lips and white teeth aggravated the color of his face. The lining is shining, like a group of white lotuses decorated with beautiful embroidery.

"It looks good."

Director Fang didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Yan Xiru pouted on the stage: "I said this, it looks like a cardamom."

"Academician Rong's Ph.D. has published many papers in SCI, and several from the Natural Science Foundation of China." Looking through his resume, he even just published an article in an international authoritative medical journal. The SCI impact factor has an astonishing 44 points. Fang Guangming Dazed by this number, "This is a treasure!"

Yan Xiru didn't turn his eyes, and his tone was fluttering: "Don't worry, if you grow up like this, the old grandson will keep an embroidered pillow. Look at him now, smiling like a flower."

After everyone finished watching, Sun Qi's smile did not disappear: "What do you think, Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan thinks it's all good.

"Don't fool me, just talk."

"Little... that Yu is so good." Yan Xiru almost blurted out the cardamom, "There is such a handsome doctor standing at the gate, it is pleasing to the eye, and the relationship between doctors and patients in our hospital can be harmonious for at least another ten years."

"That's the person I snatched from Lao Li. If you don't tell me, I'll be the first to stay, and I sent him to the emergency department to report." Dean Sun scolded him again, "What's the use of a doctor who is pleasing to the eye? Just by opening your mouth, the doctor-patient relationship in our hospital can go back 20 years! Sooner or later, the patients will be driven away by you!"

Yan Xiru turned the pen, leisurely: "If you don't scare, you can't scare away. Basically, those who can go to my place can't escape."

Sun Qi threw a paper cup over: "My wife said that the girl she introduced to you was angered by you and ran away again. After listening to Yuzan Ji so many times, you have learned the tricks of a romantic talent! Why don't you get the hang of it?" ? Stop bringing the girl to meet at the door of the operating room, Yan Xiru." It was about the last time he was forced to go on a blind date, he asked a girl to meet at the door of the operating room for 1 minute, and as soon as he turned around, he went back to the stage to use the knife. Popular.

Yan Xiru smiled and replied: "Yes, I can't take out the jade hairpin, but round knives, sharp knives, oval forceps, blood vessel forceps, tissue scissors... I have everything I need, but I don't know which beautiful woman is suitable for it?"

I thought it was finally time to get off work, but Yan Xiru bumped into Jiang Jian, the attending doctor in his team, as soon as he entered the building of the inpatient department.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Jiang Jian was out of breath: "Boss, ICU emergency consultation on the first floor!"

Yan Xiru went to see him. He was an elderly male patient. His blood pressure dropped, his heart rate increased, and his oxygen saturation decreased, all of which suggested that he was in septic shock.But Jiang Jian checked the patient and found no signs of typical acute abdomen. He said strangely: "You are all giving anti-shock treatment to the patient, why are you calling our surgery department so anxiously?"

"I yelled." Someone approached and said.Yan Xiru looked sideways, and it turned out to be the cardamom he saw just now. "The patient was in shock as soon as he came. CT and B-ultrasound showed no problems, but combined with the symptoms and past history, the possibility of shock caused by gastrointestinal perforation is high. His abdominal pain symptoms should be covered up by other symptoms."

After listening to him, Yan Xiru pushed Jiang Jian away, came up to check the situation by himself, and asked Yu Fangyun: "What do you think is the specific situation?"

Yu Fangyun replied: "Spontaneous sigmoid colon perforation."

"Yeah." Yan Xiru glanced at him, then turned his head, "Jiang Jian, arrange emergency surgery, I'll do it."

"Ah? Boss, you stayed up all night and have been in the hospital for more than 40 hours. You should go back and rest. Look how ugly you are with your unshaven beard..."

"The patient can't see anything wrong, and you dare to do it yourself?" Yan Xiru threw the medical records into his arms, "Stop talking nonsense, get out and do the preoperative preparation."

The operation was not difficult for Yan Xiru. The pollutants in the abdominal cavity were removed, and then the source of pollution was cut off.Because preoperative examination is difficult to make a clear diagnosis, the mortality rate of sigmoid colon perforation is extremely high, and septic shock is the main cause of death. Fortunately, it was discovered in time today.

When Yan Xiru came out of the operating room again, the sky outside the window was already so dark that the setting sun didn't even leave a shadow behind.

He touched his prickly chin in the mirror, and it looked miserable, but he was in the operating room of the ward every day at two o'clock and one line, and who could show it to him when it was clean.

Yan Xiru sent the patient to the ICU. When he came out, he accidentally pushed open the glass door and bumped into something soft. The other side hurriedly took two or three steps back, stumbled and bumped into the cart behind him, and the instruments and bottles were scattered. Poured a slice.

Seeing that Yu Fangyun was about to fall into the car, Yan Xiru stepped forward and hugged his waist, bearing the weight of the glass on his shoulders, his eyes collided with him, and he was dazzled by something.

——This cardamom looks more delicate when viewed up close, a cluster of light is focused in the pure black eyes.The facial features are originally plain, but the lips are extremely red, and the whole face is flat and charming, making people think of pink peaches under the moon and corals in the water.

Yu Fangyun also stared at Yan Xiru without moving, and the atmosphere spread strangely... He took a step back and stretched out his hand: "Your pen."

It was the pen that Yan Xiru put in his pocket, and it fell into the ward at some point.When handing over, they touched the fingertips on the opposite side, which were warmer than white jade and softer than satin. Yan Xi subconsciously closed his fingers, like a prodigal genius who couldn't help but touch the wrist of a boudoir.But he didn't notice that the lowered eyes of the person opposite him raised his eyes, and his expression was definitely not innocent.

In the Peony Pavilion, Yan Xiru's favorite song is "A Fold in Search of Dreams". The lyrics are melodious, and they sing like crazy, and the song is that the heart of spring is flying everywhere.

——In the play, there are small courtyards and deep courtyards, geese and birds startling, a scholar who picked up a beautiful woman's handkerchief, just like this, bewitches a fairy by the Liuyun Pool.

The author has something to say: Gong is Yan Xiru.