Jiang Beiyuan entered the male doctor's locker room.
It was empty, no one was there now.
He walked to a locker on the far right and slowly opened it.
There was a neat white coat stacked inside, spotless and clean.
There is also a name badge on the white coat.
"Jiang Beiyuan, chief physician of the Thoracic Surgery Department of the Central Hospital".
The tall and tall man stared at the words above for a long time.
It's like a ritual and a promise.
Commitment is most valuable, so be cautious.
At this moment, his perfectly curved peach blossom eyes were filled with darkness.
I don’t know how long it has passed, but the depth and obscurity have gradually turned into clarity and clarity.
Finally, he took out his white coat, shook it casually twice, and then put it on.
The breastplate is also fastened.
The words "Jiangbeiyuan", even in printed form, have an arrogant coldness and simplicity.
He slowly fastened the buttons on the front of his white coat, leaving only the top two buttons.
The black pen was inserted into the pocket of his coat.
Even the cufflinks were fastened meticulously.
After doing all this, he walked out of the locker room.
He is a handsome man with a tall and straight figure, eyebrows as pale as ink, and a solitary temperament. He has his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and he has the domineering determination of a stallion who wants to return home.
As expected by Yan Nian, the young nurses who came and went all made secret glances at him.
Jiang Beiyuan walked straight to Wang Shuang's office without squinting his eyes.
When Wang Shuang saw the man in a white coat, he was stunned for a moment.
Then I burst into tears.
"It's not easy... Finally... I'm finally back! You won't leave again, will you?"
Jiang Beiyuan did not answer Wang Shuang's question and went straight to the topic, "The patient Bai Jumei in bed 3 of the critical care department, I request that the surgical plan be discussed immediately."
Wang Shuang shook his head, "No, I have seen the patient's condition. He is 67 years old this year. He is too old, and the vascular disease is very serious. Our department has never encountered such a serious case so far. In my opinion, It seems that we should treat it conservatively and not perform surgery.”
"I can do it."
Jiang Beiyuan said every word.
"If I have any responsibility, I will bear it. Is that okay?"
"But… "
"Clatter, crash, crash—"
Jiang Beiyuan casually grabbed a pile of reports on the table to study and threw them in front of Wang Shuang.
Papers fell one after another like white snow.
The man with a stern face put his hands on the table, arched his body slightly, and spoke in an impatient voice.
"What's the use of studying these past cases all day long? What's in front of you and me now is human life. I didn't come back to the center just to talk nonsense with you and waste my time!"
Wang Shuang: "..."
You brat, you're as tough as ever. You pinched my neck, but I haven't settled the score with you yet.
Wang Shuang only dared to think about this and made a few slanders in her heart, while she sighed heavily on her face.
"Okay, okay, listen to you, let's discuss the surgical plan now!"
…
This is a battle.
Long time no see, but solemn.
Just like a soldier going to the battlefield with a gun to fight, there is no time to delay and the situation is critical.
After the bypass surgery plan proposed by Jiang Beiyuan was approved, Bai Jumei was quickly pushed into the operating room.
Three hours later.
The red light in the operating room finally went out.
The operation performed by Jiang Beiyuan was very successful.
The man waiting outside the operating room had an unkempt beard and a haggard face. After seeing Jiang Beiyuan, he kept holding his hand without letting go.
"Thank you Dr. Jiang... thank you very much!"
(End of chapter)