Interns are teased everyday

"Atractylodes macrocephala, removes dampness and dryness, harmonizes the middle and replenishes qi, warms the middle, removes dampness in the spleen and stomach, removes stomach heat...stomach heat..."

"Snapped……"

The thin bamboo stick was pulled down hard, and the back of the child's white hand swelled up quickly. The back of the hand was painful and hot, but the child only dared to deflate his mouth, and the tears rolled around his eyes, but he dared not let him fall .

The middle-aged man with the bamboo strip in his hand stared at the child's aggrieved face without any distress. He asked, "Why is your stomach hot? Didn't you memorize it well in the morning, and recite it again."

"Can not remember."

"Snapped……"

Another ugly red mark, like a disgusting bug, snaked around the child's arm one by one.

Jiang Yu stared at his arm without leaving any marks, and was in a daze for a moment, as if those bamboo strips had left ugly marks on it again.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Ningchuan's soft voice brought Jiang Yu back from his memories. He looked at Jiang Yu's unfocused eyes, and thought that the little intern followed his father just now, and was a little worried.

Jiang Yu firmly grasped Jiang Ningchuan's wrist, as if grasping the only life-saving straw when he was drowning. His fingertips were cold, and his whole body was trembling slightly, and his eyes moistened by water quickly turned red.

Jiang Yu didn't know what he wanted to do, but Jiang Ningchuan's appearance at this moment undoubtedly gave him the only comfort in his heart.Hold on tight to this man, don't let go, he can save himself.

Jiang Ningchuan had never seen such strong expectations in the eyes of others. The strong emotion made him feel dazed. When he came back to his senses, he patted the back of Jiang Yu's hand lightly and said, "Don't cry, it's okay."

Jiang Yu held back her tears, buried her head behind Jiang Ningchuan, and let out an extremely subdued sob.

Like an abandoned poor pup.

When the two came out of the bathroom, Yu Tang was waiting outside, and it was she who found out that something was wrong with Jiang Yu and called Jiang Ningchuan over.

Seeing that Jiang Yu's eyes were red and slightly swollen, she couldn't say anything to comfort her, so she silently took out a pack of tissues and handed them over.

"I didn't cry." Jiang Yu explained weakly and awkwardly.

Yu Tang stuffed the tissue back into his pocket, and said "Oh" without sincerity, obviously not believing it.

Jiang Yu sighed silently in his heart. After all, he rushed into the bathroom very artificially just now, and came out with red eyes. The word "not crying" is indeed very pale in explanation.

I thought Teacher Jiang could help explain, but Jiang Ningchuan frowned thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

And last time I cried a lot in front of people, and I almost cried again today. Teacher Jiang probably thought he was a coquettish crybag.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu sighed silently again, it's really unreasonable not to be able to control his emotions.

Moreover, as an intern, not only did he fail to do what he was supposed to do, but there were always situations that made things difficult for others. Jiang Yu felt really embarrassed.

Jiang Ningchuan didn't notice the complicated emotions in the little intern's heart at all. Just now the department held a temporary meeting for the newly transferred patients, and the names of the patients were familiar to him.

Professor Zhong Jiajing is very famous in the industry and has made great achievements in pharmacy. Jiang Ningchuan also read several his papers when he was a student, and his interest in medicinal materials is also related to this professor.

I didn't expect such a person to suffer from a malignant tumor when he was supposed to be living his life, which is quite a pity.

But now Jiang Ningchuan is not thinking about pity or not. He always feels that the little intern's strange emotions should have a lot to do with this professor Zhong Jiajing.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ningchuan asked, "Professor Zhong Jiajing, do you know him?"

This is such a familiar question, Jiang Yu looked at the teacher in front of him, blinked and said, "Did he look for you too?"

Jiang Ningchuan was puzzled, "Huh?"

"The last time I went to see Teacher Zhang, he also asked me this question."

Then Jiang Yu repeated the conversation with Zhang Shaobai that day, and even said what happened today.

Think of it as telling a story, telling all the bad things buried in my heart, and it's easy.

Hearing the little intern finish the matter pretending to be calm, Jiang Ningchuan frowned. He didn't expect that the relationship would be so bloody.

Zhong Jiajing was Jiang Yu's grandfather, and the grandfather and grandson, who had been separated for many years, did not hold hands and look at each other's tears when they reunited. Instead, the grandfather made trouble for his grandson.

Even Jiang Ningchuan, who has been used to strong winds and waves for so many years, can't figure out what drama Professor Zhong Jiajing is singing.

What was he doing this for? He blamed the little grandson for not visiting his old man for so many years, so he cut off the way out of others, but Jiang Yu was still his own grandson after all, so he wouldn't do it so badly.

It must be that he left some conditions and wanted Jiang Yu to talk to him, but Jiang Ningchuan was not very interested in Zhong Jiajing's inner thoughts.

"So you asked me whether I would bring graduate students, the main reason is that Professor Zhong asked his students to ask you to interview?"

"En." Jiang Yu nodded, his family's love and hatred were on the table, and it was somewhat embarrassing to be known by outsiders.

Jiang Ningchuan obviously didn't care about these things. How other people's family affairs have nothing to do with him, but he has a new understanding of Professor Zhong.

"So I'm a spare tire." Teacher Jiang had such an idea inexplicably, and complained a little.

"Ah?!" Jiang Yu was startled. What the hell is the spare tire? I was conquered by your wisdom, teacher.

Seeing that the little intern was shocked and speechless, Jiang Ningchuan laughed, and returned to the topic, he asked, "If Professor Lin really blocks you for an interview, what are your plans?"

He still remembered that the child fainted directly outside the operating room after the first first aid. Although he had good grades in all subjects at school, if he was a responsible person, he would definitely not choose to be a clinician. The only way to go is the pharmacist.

But if this road is blocked, he would like to see what else the kid can do.

"Isn't there a glimmer of hope for you." Jiang Yu said with a wrinkled face. Thinking about it carefully, it really seemed that Teacher Jiang was used as a backup. It was a sin.

Jiang Ningchuan looked at him with a delicate expression on his face, and then heard the little intern say, "Otherwise, we can only wait until next year to change the tutor, or go to the pharmacy to sell medicine if it doesn't work."

Jiang Ningchuan didn't know what to say after hearing this, the little intern thought of a lot of ways out, but if his hapless grandfather, Professor Zhong, didn't make trouble, there wouldn't be so many troubles.

Thinking about it, I felt that the little intern was pitiful, so I couldn't help comforting him: "Since I have put a ray of hope on me, I can't let you down, whether I will bring a graduate student or not to see your performance during the internship."

"Really?!" Jiang Yu's eyes lit up instantly. This was the best news I've heard in the past few days.

Jiang Ningchuan raised his eyebrows, and gave the little intern a look of his own experience.

From time to time at work, I saw the little intern laughing by himself, and the corners of Teacher Jiang's mouth rose slightly, gradually discovering the benefits of being a teacher-it relieves boredom, just like other people raising kittens and puppies.

But the premise is that the kitten and puppy must be good, and the little intern is pretty good, but he can't be disturbed by the messy things at home.

At lunch time, when he saw Jiang Yu stretching out his hand to the third bowl of rice, Jiang Ningchuan had obvious disgust in his eyes.

Although a boy in his early twenties is like a rice bucket, he has never seen Jiang Yu who can eat so much. Two big bowls of rice don't mean to be full at all.

"It's almost done. Eating too much can cause indigestion."

Jiang Yu didn't show any intention of stopping, she swallowed a big mouthful of rice before saying, "I'm half full now." She still looked aggrieved.

I ran into Jiang Ningchuan as soon as I went out this morning. I didn’t even have time to buy breakfast. After I arrived at the hospital, I was sorting out the information non-stop, and then I encountered something bad. I forgot that I was so hungry. I smelled it at noon. The smell of rice came back to my senses.

"Didn't you eat breakfast?"

"I ate an apple." It was still refrigerated, and it made my stomach hurt after eating it. Jiang Yu didn't say anything about it.

"Just eat this?"

"Ah."

Jiang Ningchuan didn't speak anymore, and went downstairs to buy a bottle of milk for Jiang Yu when he was eating his third bowl of rice.

Before the lunch time was over, a little nurse hurried into the office and said that Li Xiumei, who was in bed 35, had woken up and that Li Xiumei was Fang Liang's mother.

He had already issued a critical illness notice, but was rescued by Jiang Ningchuan after an operation, although the person who performed the operation still doesn't know whether what he did was right or not.

Although Li Xiumei's waking up was expected, she was a little surprised to hear that she had woken up at first.

Jiang Yu put down the unfinished meal and hurriedly followed Jiang Ningchuan to Li Xiumei's ward.

In my impression, the angry old man was half leaning against the wall, and Fang Liang and Mr. Smith beside him were blushing with excitement.

Fang Liang was holding his mother's hand and saying something, but Mr. Smith stepped forward to hold Jiang Ningchuan's hand excitedly, speaking incoherently.

"Jiang, do you know that this is a miracle, you have created a miracle!"

After saying all this, Smith walked around the ward excitedly, and then shook Jiang Ningchuan's hand again, "Oh my God, I really can't believe it, I knew it, I knew it, it's just It's wonderful."

Jiang Ningchuan and Jiang Yu were considered to be the two calmest people in the ward. Jiang Ningchuan took out his hand indiscriminately and said, "Mr. Smith, please calm down. The patient just woke up, so we should create a quiet environment for her."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Smith made an OK gesture, watched Jiang Ningchuan walk towards the hospital bed, and couldn't help but put Jiang Yu on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Do you know, Jiang is a genius, he is the one I saw Ever, the most gifted man."

It took Jiang Yu a while to figure out what this man was talking about. The two brothers put their shoulders on Mr. Smith's shoulders and said proudly, "Of course."

Less than a week after becoming Jiang Ningchuan's intern, Jiang Ningchuan had already performed five difficult surgeries, each of which was performed perfectly.

Although I almost always record the operation from the sidelines, even from a distance, Mr. Jiang's outstanding techniques and superb skills are completely admirable.

Although Li Xiumei has woken up, her body functions have not fully recovered, so she needs to observe for a while.

Mr. Smith returned to China with the research report, and before leaving, he reluctantly bid farewell to Jiang Ningchuan. That scene was really a tear-jerker, because Jiang Ningchuan was too indifferent and did not match the other person's style of painting.

Seeing the car carrying Smith drive away, Jiang Yu asked curiously, "Don't you like Mr. Smith?"

Just now, people with red eyes wanted to say goodbye and hug but were rejected. It really looked pitiful.

Jiang Ningchuan didn't know what he thought of. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "What do men like?"

Mr. Smith is, and wants to be gay, a secret to be forgotten in time.

Jiang Yu: "Oh." It seemed that he knew a great secret.