"Snapped!"
The pale light suddenly turned off, and the sixteen-hour operation was over.
Xun Yuming raised his head, and there was a "click" in the cervical spine. The pungent smell of disinfectant made his head dizzy. As I moved my body, the soles of my feet felt tingling like needles, as if there were ants crawling on my legs.
Time in the operating room has long legs, and it slips away in the blink of an eye. Counting the more than seven hours spent in the ICU and emergency department, he has worked continuously for nearly 24 hours.
His temple twitched, Xun Yuming stomped on his right foot, which hadn't recovered for a long time, took off the dark green surgical gown and disposable gloves, took a deep breath, and walked out of the operating room quickly.
A row of ceiling lights were lit in the staff passage, and there were several people around the entrance of the lounge not far away, tall and short, men and women, who seemed to be waiting for him. Xun Yuming stepped on the control pedal of the faucet, washed his hands, and looked out of the transparent sensor door by the light.
No matter where he went in the past two months, he was always surrounded by a group of people, and the compliments and praises in his ears never stopped. It hasn't been long since I joined the job, but I have fully appreciated the high-pitched enthusiasm of my colleagues.
Xun Yuming dried his hands and walked to the lounge. Before he got close, he heard a female nurse leaning against the door frame and said: "Doctor Xun, your phone has been ringing for a long time, and we dare not move around." After speaking, he covered his mouth and laughed , his eyes couldn't help but glance inward, "Look quickly."
Probably work-related matters, he has never had a personal phone call, and usually no one would look for him.
"Thank you." The lounge was full of people, sitting or standing. Xun Yuming walked to the innermost corner, opened the locker, took out the phone in a disposable plastic glove, and saw that it was the wake-up alarm clock.
His face turned red, and he could clearly hear low laughter from the people around him. Just as he was verifying his face unlock, his phone vibrated suddenly, and he sang the song again:
"The baby is up, the sun is drying the little ass!
The baby is up, and the sun is drying his little ass! "
Xun Yuming shook his hand, the phone drew a parabola in the air, and fell to the ground with a "slap". The little nurse who spoke just now picked it up and looked at it, and said, "Oh, the screen is cracked!"
"It's okay, it's all broken." With a trembling hand holding the lancet, Xun Yuming pressed the power button, and said, "I'm going to change clothes first, let's talk."
The dressing room was diagonally opposite, and it was empty in the early hours of the morning, so he quickly hid in, locked the embarrassment outside, and let out a long sigh of relief.
It's been eight years, and it's time to change the alarm clock.
It was another long night, my internal organs felt sore, and my hands and feet were as lazy as lead. He sat on the wooden fence bench for a while, opened the metal cabinet, and changed his clothes like a movie in slow motion.
After buttoning the last button of the shirt hem, my stomach growled. At this moment, he just wants to take a hot shower and have a mouthful of hot shrimp porridge sprinkled with green onion.
The breakfast stall downstairs should be open by now, and I just packed a portion on the way home and served it with a box of fried fresh meat... The more I thought about it, the hungrier I became, so Xun Yuming sped up his movements and lifted it up in twos and twos. Sweatpants, with his broken mobile phone, left the locker room.
The few people who were chatting just now were still there, and when they saw him coming out, they all followed, and said in one go: "Doctor Ai Xun, you did an amazing operation today! No matter how I look at it, I feel that the clip is too big. How do you know it's just right to put it on? If it were me, I wouldn't dare to do it!"
"How many surgeries have Dr. Xun done? You have experience! Right, Doctor Xun?"
"Doctor Xun is only less than 30 this year. I am two years older than him, and I haven't even become a deputy attending surgeon. He not only does a lot of surgeries, but also his talent, you know? This is the legendary surgeon's precision. Intuition! I wait for mortals to fail to understand, so accept fate."
"Stop arguing, you two, and fight each other when you get the chance, Ren Xun and the doctor can't get in the way!"
"You all know how to talk." Xun Yuming smiled, and the peach blossom eyes under the lens were bent into two crescent moons, "I am stupid, my blood pressure gets high when I quarrel, and I can't speak a word. I usually like to listen to others say .”
"It's a good thing you don't quarrel, or else you'd be decathlon. You're good enough. You won the Manfield Award at a young age. Manfield, my God! You said you still look like this, thanks to the dean It's a man, if it's a woman, you have to unspoken rules!"
The crowd burst into laughter, and the little nurse who was lagging behind quietly asked, "What is the Manfield Award?"
"You don't even know 'Manfield'?" Several people looked surprised, as if they didn't know how exaggerated the Manfield Award was.
Xun Yuming explained: "The Manfield Award is a medical award named after Manfield, the Nobel Prize winner in medicine and the inventor of nuclear magnetic resonance."
"Manfield has already surpassed Nobel in the medical field. After all, Nobel awards prizes in all fields, and Manfield is not as authoritative in the medical field." Someone added.
The little nurse looked at Xun Yuming, and put on a flowery smile: "Doctor Xun, you are amazing! No wonder the director insisted on inviting you to our hospital."
"Doctor Xun is the youngest award winner in history. Among the doctors in these hospitals at home and abroad, who doesn't feel so jealous?"
"Yeah, if a person wins an award once in his lifetime, his name will go down in history."
"The key is that no one has ever won twice."
…
Everyone was triumphant, but Xun Yuming smiled wryly and shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case."
One award may not be enough to go down in history, such as him.
Not necessarily no one can win two awards, such as him.
He wants to get it again, he must get it again, even if he gives everything he has. However, the current situation is that Xun Yuming's research on "Nerve Cell Regeneration and Transplantation" has not made any progress for several months.
He had to admit that he was stuck.
Not only that, but his research needs a batch of new materials. The report has been typed for nearly two months, and the funding has not yet been approved. Xun Yuming was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and went to the dean every now and then to inquire about the progress, but there was no news.
Come out from the seventeenth floor, walk through the west corridor to the dean's office, and find no one, so he takes the elevator back to the ward building.
There were crowds of people waiting for the elevator all over the corridor, and there were two nurses behind pushing a hospital bed to come over. He rubbed his temples that were still throbbing wildly, then walked around to the stairwell and walked up.
As soon as the swing door was closed, the sound of "da da" footsteps and murmured conversations came from upstairs. Xun Yuming didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's speech, so he deliberately kicked the steps with the toe of his sneakers to signal that someone was here.
Sure enough, the sound stopped abruptly.
A head with a combed back poked out from the gap between the two stairs, and said with a smile: "Hey, Xiao Ming, it's you! I said who's at the bottom. Said Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, I was just looking for you. Come on, let me introduce you to someone."
As he went up the stairs, he searched for Yuming and said, "Dean, I want to find you too. The batch of materials that are missing in my laboratory are urgently waiting to be used. Didn't you say to rush me last time? It's been several days , Hasn’t it been approved yet? And the patient with the spinal tumor yesterday, she really couldn’t have surgery anymore, I was just about to tell you, I…”
Suddenly raised his head, Zhuang Yi stood on the steps.
It's Zhuang Yi, it's him.
"I'll talk about those things later, I'll introduce you first." The dean pointed to the man who was half a head taller than him, and said with a smile: "This is Dr. Zhuang Yizhuang, he is the number one doctor in our country. A psychologist and a cooperating doctor of our hospital."
He turned his head to look at Zhuang Yi, and said proudly: "Xiao Zhuang, this is the neurosurgery expert I told you before your business trip, the new Dr. Xun Yuming from our hospital. Oh, you don't know, Dr. Xun is me It’s hard work, a great expert who was hired only three times and five times! With him, the ranking of our West Bay Hospital next year—at least the Department of Neurology, will definitely surpass Xiehe!”
Xun Yuming's ears were buzzing, he didn't hear a word of Dean Chen's words, he just wanted to escape uncontrollably.
"Why don't you know? There are pictures of Dr. Xun everywhere in the news magazines." Standing on the second floor, Zhuang Yi stared at Xun Yuming condescendingly, and said with a blank expression, "Doctor Xun just won the Field Award. When Uncle Chen was able to invite him, it would be like a tiger with wings added."
The dean took advantage of his words, and his face became more and more red with a smile: "Hahahahaha, both of you are my favorite generals, and one is younger and more promising than the other. You are really awesome! We old guys, I'm afraid it won't be long before we all have to be together." Retire and go home to play chess!"
Zhuang Yi's gaze seemed to be on fire, and he kept staring at Xun Yuming, making his cheeks burn. Xun Yuming swallowed his saliva, raised his head, and looked back at the past without dodging or avoiding, showing no sign of panic at all.
He stretched out his wet left hand and said, "Brother, long time no see."
The ring finger of his left hand twitched unconsciously, Zhuang Yi gave his right hand and said, "Long time no see, I'm looking for a doctor."
Seeing him stretch out his right hand, Xun Yuming had no choice but to change to his slightly trembling right hand and shake hands with him. The strength is neither light nor heavy, and the politeness is just right. When they separated, the fingertips lightly slid across Zhuang Yi's palm, feeling cool and dry to the touch. He was in a trance for a moment, quickly withdrew his hand and curled up his fingers.
"Why?" The dean noticed something strange, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You two knew each other before?"
"It's more than acquaintance." Xun Yuming pulled out an ugly smile, "We used to be—"
"We used to be classmates in college." Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, Zhuang Yi intercepted the voice first, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and said in an embarrassingly cold tone: "I used to be at Stanford, we were in the same class, after graduating from college I haven't seen it."
The dean suddenly realized, grinned and said: "That's a coincidence. I just wanted to tell you. Our hospital plans to set up a joint outpatient clinic for psychological consultation with Xiaozhuang, but the funds are not enough. The Medical Affairs Department Director Hou temporarily allocated funds for your laboratory. You have to wait two more days for the batch of materials, I have already re-applied, so there must be no problem."
When Xun Yuming heard this, he immediately became anxious: "But I am anxiously waiting to use that batch of materials. When will I have to wait until the funding is approved again?"
When he joined the job, the hospital offered him "full support for scientific research" as a condition. It was clearly negotiated before, and the funds will be allocated to the Shenwai Laboratory first. He glanced at Zhuang Yi and said, "Don't be so anxious about the psychological clinic, right?"
In the outpatient clinic of the psychological counseling department, people will not die sooner or later.
Zhuang Yi sneered and said: "Psychological outpatient clinics are not as urgent as neurosurgery research, but they are tangible and visible, and can help the hospital select "spiritual civilization demonstration units" in August. If this money is thrown into the mind, it can be seen Splash? Or is Dr. Xun only short of this money, and he can cure some intractable disease?"
"I...you..."
Xun Yuming's neck was red with anger, and his heart was beating wildly. Memories overlapped with reality, the surprise and shame of reunion, the anxiety and grievance of not being able to get funding... His mind was in chaos, and he could no longer refute.
Zhuang Yi looked at him, and suddenly changed his mind: "The funds can be transferred to you, but Dr. Xun has to promise me one condition."
"what?"