Through the past and the present, I regard you as the king

But Mu Feng still deleted the text messages as usual, turned off the fire, took out the eggs and soaked them in cold water. ``He went back to the room and changed his clothes, then sat at the dining table and peeled the eggs. After peeling two eggs, he found that the yolks were not cooked through, and they were runny. He didn't like the smell of eggs, but he ate them anyway.

When he arrived at the hospital, Mu Feng first went to the clinical laboratory and handed the portfolio to Qi Shaochuan.

The word "Mu Erqi" in the opening grid is very eye-catching, but Qi Shaochuan just looked at it and didn't say anything. He knew it would be useless to say it, so he put it away as if he didn't see it.

Qi Shaochuan held the file bag between his arms and said to Mu Feng: "You didn't come to the opening meeting two days ago. I heard that Dr. Wang in your department is leaving."

"Going?" Mu Feng wondered for a moment, "He's almost getting a professional title recently, why is he leaving now?"

Qi Shaochuan said, "I heard people say that something happened at home, anyway, I don't know much about it."

Mu Feng nodded: "Oh."

"Oh, it's over?" Qi Shaochuan frowned.

Mu Feng looked up at him.

Qi Shaochuan clicked his tongue and said in a low voice: "Doctor Wang is gone, so the title will be vacant. You have enough years to fight for it! Don't keep giving way, or when will it be your turn!"

Mu Feng understood, but there have been so many troubles recently, how can he bother to prepare these materials, "I don't have the heart to do this recently."

Qi Shaochuan shook his file bag and said, "People say to start a family and start a business. Now that you have a family, what other thoughts do you have?"

Mu Feng smiled wryly, he patted Qi Shaochuan on the shoulder, shook his head and said nothing, thinking to himself, maybe the family just started, and they are about to break up.

Back in the department, Dr. Wang was the only one in the office sitting on a chair in a daze, his expression was much worse than before, probably because the family matters were really serious.

Doctor Wang turned his head and glanced at Mu Feng, took a long breath and stood up, bent down to pick up the box at his feet, and packed his things inside.After being stared at for a while, he stopped and said, "Dr. Mu, work hard. I told the higher-ups that the quota is going to be given to you."

Mu Feng opened his mouth and asked after a while, "Do you have to resign?"

Dr. Wang took off his white coat and folded it, touched the white collar, smiled and said: "People have a kind of misfortune, they can't help themselves, there's nothing I can do. I'm afraid I won't be able to be a doctor. If I come to see you in the future When you see a doctor, remember to give me a discount."

He hung the stethoscope around his neck, passed by Mu Feng with the box in his arms, and said, "Take care."

"Take care." Mu Feng replied.

In the afternoon, the director called him over again, and brought up the issue of professional title again. Mu Feng saw a resignation letter on the director's desk, and the dean probably had the same one in his hand.

This time Mu Feng didn't refuse again, on the one hand, he didn't want to waste Doctor Wang's kindness, but on the other hand, he felt that it didn't matter.

He came out with several declaration materials, and saw Zhao Qin anxiously looking for him in the corridor.

"What's the matter?" Mu Feng suddenly appeared behind Zhao Qin, startling him.

He saw that Mu Feng came out of the director's office, so he understood something, and said as he walked, "I'm looking for you everywhere, the consultation discussion on the 28th bed is about to start, you are the doctor in charge, how can you not be here! Last time you The authoritative professor I contacted also came, probably to discuss the surgical plan, this is a major operation, you should understand what I mean."

28 beds is a very rare case in China. The success rate of domestic surgery is extremely low, and the famous surgical cases are all abroad.And Professor Li is the authority in this field, with mature technology, several successful cases in his hand, and his reputation is quite loud in the world.If Mu Feng can keep up with this operation, he will definitely record a very strong and glorious stroke in his career.

Mu Feng paused, "You know?"

"You don't need to think about it! Doctor Wang resigned, and the job title must be in your hands. You should hurry up and grab it from me next time."

Mu Feng pushed open the door of the small conference room, and saw an old professor with gray hair sitting on the front seat, and the case information had been projected on the big screen. He walked over and declared his home, and shook hands with the professor.

The professor looked him over, nodded and smiled.

The final surgery discussion took place two days later, and Mu Feng had no objection, and as expected, Professor Li named Mu Feng as his deputy to follow the stage.

In the past two days, Mu Feng was busy sorting out the operation materials and preoperative preparations, and Er Qi was also busy shooting. The two of them could only exchange text messages at night before going to bed, but they couldn't talk for a few words.

Every text message is full of twenty-seven words, which is not enough, and Mu Feng only replied two or three words.Nian Qi felt that he had something on his mind, but Mu Feng had no way of knowing unless he told him.

Two days later, Mu Feng appeared on the operating table on time.

After the laparotomy, Mu Feng skillfully stripped the tissue, sealed the blood vessels, and exposed the lesion.Professor Li was very satisfied, and his subordinates were very careful, explaining the key steps in the actual operation from time to time, and finally made room for Mu Feng to come.

The location of the lesion is very close to the major arteries and nerve tissue, requiring full attention.

Mu Feng concentrated his attention, the scalpel had just touched the lesion, when suddenly his eyes flashed, the sharp tip of the knife cut through a small blood vessel.He seemed to see bright red blood gushing out, and immediately withdrew his hand when he heard someone shout "Stop the bleeding!"

That is not an important blood vessel, what is important is that there is a nerve next to the blood vessel, and there must be no damage at all.

At that moment, Mu Feng broke into a cold sweat.

"Doctor Mu, do you need to rest?" the equipment nurse asked him.

This is an operation that cannot fail, otherwise the patient may not be able to get off the operating table.Mu Feng took a few deep breaths and said, "No need."

The old professor was wearing a mask, and the wrinkled eyes under the surgical cap stared at Mu Feng, frowning.He didn't reprimand anyone, took the scalpel in silence and continued to work.

The operation lasted for six hours, and it was all without any danger.Mu Feng performed the final suture and saw the patient pushed out of the operating room with his own eyes, his vital signs were all stable, but he leaned against the wall as if he had collapsed.

The professor glanced at him, took off his gloves and hat, and left the room without saying a word.

Mu Feng knew that he had messed up the matter.

He sat in the lounge with his head bowed, his arms resting on his knees and his forehead, and stayed there until Zhao Qin came up to him and asked him why he didn't go down.Mu Feng leaned his head against the wall, his hands drooping, and said to him, "Zhao Qin, I'll give you the seat."

"Are you sick?" Zhao Qin put on the surgical gown, turned his head and gave him a blank look, "If you're not sick, go down and watch. There's only the little doctor who is intern, and everyone else is on stage."

Mu Feng said, "I'm not joking, to be honest."

Zhao Qin was hanging the mask on his ears, and turned around suspiciously, "What's wrong with you, did you offend the professor just now?"

Mu Feng shook his head.

"Then you are talking nonsense. If you have the time to hurt the spring and the autumn, hurry down and write the medical records." Zhao Qin shook Mu Feng's head when he left, and waved his hand at the door, "Okay, don't think about it. No, there is a bright future in front of me, and I still count on you to support me!"

Mu Feng sat in silence for a while, washed his face and returned to the ward.

There was a bit of noise in the corridor of the ward. A large group of people crowded at the door of a ward. An intern doctor was persuading the family members to keep quiet, but it seemed to have little effect.

When Mu Feng walked to the nurse's desk, the nurse saw him as if he had seen a savior, and hurried over: "Doctor Mu, you are here."

"what happened?"

The nurse said: "Two hours after the car accident. The emergency department was transferred. The old man is unconscious now, but his vital signs are still stable and there are traumas. Look, who will take it?"

Mu Feng looked at the time, Zhao Qin had just come on stage, and everyone else was busy with surgery, "I'll take it," he put on the mask, picked up the medical records, and walked over to the noisy side.

When the family members saw the doctor coming, they rushed over one after another. You talked to each other, but in the end they couldn't understand who was speaking.

Mu Feng pushed away the anxious family members, first gave the old man a comprehensive physical examination, and after taking back the stethoscope, he said to the intern next to him, "We will monitor for 24 hours, inhale oxygen, first make appointments for head and abdomen CT, blood tests, check As a result, let me know as soon as you come back." Then he looked around at the circle of family members and asked, "Which family member can be in charge, please come out."

"Me, me, me!" A defeated middle-aged man stood up.

Mu Feng took him to the corridor, opened the medical records and said, "The patient is your father?"

"Yes, my dad..."

"The patient's condition is not stable now. Trauma should not be the cause of his coma. We can only draw a clear conclusion after a series of examination results. I now suspect that he has injuries to the intracranial and abdominal organs. The old man is very old. Yes, I need to remind you to make a mental preparation."

The middle-aged man didn't react much after hearing this, he thought for a while, and suddenly dragged Mu Feng to the empty stairwell.

"Doctor, you are right. My dad is really old. Our family is a family business, and he still holds the power of the company..."

Mu Feng said: "Don't worry, we will do our best."

"No, no, no." The man interrupted, Mu Feng looked at him a little strangely, the man lowered his voice, and said very cautiously, "My dad is almost eighty years old, and his mind is usually a little confused. He's been on several occasions, he won't let go of business matters."

Mu Feng wondered, what do you say to me about your family's business.The mobile phone in his pocket rang, he glanced at the number, apologized to the man, and then hung up directly.

"Do you think this car accident is destined? My dad has lived a worthwhile life." The man said, took out a small black leather notebook from his briefcase, opened it, and wrote something, then tore it off and stuffed it quietly. In Mu Feng's hand.

Mu Feng opened it and saw that it was a large check. When he frowned, the other party immediately said that if he was not satisfied, he could add more.At this moment, Mu Feng understood that this was not for him to save, but for him to die without saving.

Turning around, I saw a group of people surrounded by the old man's bed in the ward. The children accused each other of their faults. Only two children were crying softly beside their grandfather.He suddenly sighed with a sense of family misfortune, he had been busy all his life, but in the end it was not as good as the few taels of money he held in his hand.

The sons and daughters want to get the family property as soon as possible, but at the same time they don't want to leave a reputation of unfilial piety, trying to push this kind of thing to the doctor.

The middle-aged man saw that Mu Feng did not speak for a long time, so he tore off a blank sheet and asked Mu Feng to fill it in.

Mu Feng looked down at the text message he had just received on his phone. On the one hand, there was money that he wanted to raise but could not, on the other hand, there was Meng Lianfeng's threatening threat.From the clothes of the middle-aged man on the opposite side, it can be seen that they are not short of hundreds of thousands. It should be a very good deal to exchange a small amount of money for a huge share in the old man's hands.

For Mu Feng, it was also very cost-effective. It was easier not to save him than to save him. As long as he delayed a little, the old man's condition would deteriorate rapidly, and there was no need for more means.

This money is almost at hand.

For a moment, for a few seconds, Mu Feng was moved.

But in the end it was just that moment.

He remembered that he was a doctor, he wore white clothes that symbolized saving lives and healing the wounded, and he had recited the Hippocratic oath——If I break my oath, the heaven, earth, ghosts and gods will perish together.

Mu Feng took the check and tore it in half under the man's delighted eyes: "I'm sorry, your request is beyond the scope of my duties, you'd better hire someone else."

The man's smile froze, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he watched Mu Feng turn around and leave.

The next day, Mu Feng heard that the old man had been transferred to another hospital at the request of his family.

the nurse asked.

Mu Feng said, maybe he is not satisfied with the medical conditions of our hospital.The nurse said, just kidding, City A has better conditions than our hospital.Mu Feng also just smiled and didn't continue the conversation.

He left the nurse's desk and ran to the balcony of the office to call Twenty Seven.

Twenty-seven is hanging Wia from a high altitude, and his mobile phone is stored with the field assistant. He was not able to control his body the first time he hung it up, and he passed that one after many times. When he came down, he sweated all over, and then Busy preparing for the next one.

When Mu Feng received the call back, it was already two hours after he got off work, and he was sitting in a newly opened coffee shop eating pasta.

Twenty-seven nodded and thanked the assistant who brought the water over, wiped off his sweat and walked to the side to talk to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng listened for a while and said, "It's nothing, I just miss you."

The tone was a bit weak, Nian Qi was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses and said to Mu Feng, "Hurry up, half of the filming here has been done, and I'll be back in a few days."

The two talked for a long time before hanging up reluctantly. The field manager called everyone over for dinner, Er Qi waved, put the phone down and ran over, not noticing Shi Fang who had just got off the car in the distance.