"Actually, Field was originally awarded to a doctor from Johns Hopkins School of Medicine. Unfortunately, that person died in a car accident before accepting the award. Field, like Nobel, only awards awards to living people. Ming was ranked second in the voting of the award judging panel, and that's why he won the award, and it should have been that person in the first place."
"Oh yes, I remembered it when you said it. That's what happened. It was written in the news before, and it was said that he was lucky. If it were someone else, who would be able to share this good thing? His award is still stained As for the blood, I don’t think it’s necessary to panic, and I’m ashamed to show it off everywhere. How long has it been since the serious research has made any progress?”
"Come on, don't you want to change someone? No matter how hard you are, you can't delay winning the prize. No matter how you say it, he is now a 'big expert', and there are so many people who praise stinky feet. Look at his hypocritical appearance, the day before yesterday Because of a patient with a tattoo on his neck, he just occupied the operating room and insisted on asking someone from the plastic surgery department to do the stitches, something is wrong!"
"Hahahahaha, there are people who are used to it. Old Chen also praised him for thinking about the patients, saying that he is humanistic. If it were us, he would have come here with a five-meter sword. The surname is Xun It's only been a few days in the hospital, and all three patients haven't woken up, and when I came today, I saw his patient's family members making a fuss with the people below."
"What are you afraid of? He is a good-looking parent, and he lives on his face. These snobs in the hospital are now fawning on him, wishing they could give him warmth three times a day. Look at Lao Chen, those who don't know think he wants Unspoken rules to find Yuming. I don’t think it’s disgusting, and I’m shocked when I say it.”
…
There was no one in the corridor, Xun Yuming stood there for a while, then went back to the elevator.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and it was a fine day, but in the late summer and early autumn, the wind was also cool. There were people coming and going on the asphalt road, vendors selling breakfast were busy coming in and out, and the whole street was full of fragrance. The fireworks in this city start from the first mouthful of hot porridge in the morning.
Xun Yuming walked to the door of the store and wanted a bowl of shrimp porridge, but the boss said it was sold out. Across the road was KFC, so he simply took two extra steps, went in and ordered a chicken porridge with mushrooms and deep-fried dough sticks.
There were not many people in the lobby, so he took the tray and walked to the window seat, and just as he sat down, he saw Zhuang Yi also coming, "Come for breakfast?"
Zhuang Yi shook his head, put down a plastic lunch box, and said, "Let's talk about my mother's illness. A few words, and then leave."
"Auntie's illness is really not a big problem, didn't I tell you all about it." Xun Yuming picked up the spoon, stirred the steaming porridge and said, "If you are worried, you can ask someone else to take a look, I don't mind. If …”
If you don't want me to see it, you can change doctors. He slanders.
"What if?"
Zhuang Yi opened the plastic lunch box and pushed it towards him.
"nothing."
There were six pan-fried buns covered with egg yolk and sprinkled with sesame seeds in the box. Xun Yuming looked at it and asked, "...give me something to eat?"
Zhuang Yi nodded slightly: "My mother finds it too greasy for fresh meat in soup."
"Thank you." Xun Yuming picked up one and took a bite, the soup in the pan-fried bun came out, dripping on the plate. He pursed his mouth silently and muttered, "It's so hot..."
"Do you have something to do this afternoon?" There were two napkins on the table, both of which were stained by the soup, and the pale yellow oil stains spread into groups of stains, like two lingering flowers.
Zhuang Yi looked away, took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and handed it over.
Xun Yuming was stunned, took the handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and said, "I'll rest for half a day in the afternoon. What do you want?"
"I'm fine." Zhuang Yi half sat and half leaned on the sofa, with one arm resting on the back, and said, "It's your business—you haven't done the psychological assessment for entry, and it's been two months."
"Psychological evaluation?" A mouthful of chicken porridge slipped down his throat, and Xun Yuming recalled the pamphlet that was distributed by the hospital when he first joined the job, which seemed to require a psychological evaluation.
Because there was a medical dispute in the hospital before, the lawyer hired by the patient demanded a huge amount of compensation from the hospital on the grounds that the surgeon’s mental state was unstable and the operation was wrong. Since then, in order to avoid legal risks, the hospital has required the chief surgeon to conduct a psychological evaluation at regular intervals, which is nothing more than a formality.
Zhuang Yi glanced at his watch, "I have time from 2:00 p.m. to 4:30 p.m.." He clasped his index and middle knuckles on the table twice, and said, "Let's go first." He stood up while talking.
"I won't give up the funding!" Xun Yuming raised his head and said with a smile, "I don't give up so easily."
Zhuang Yi smiled and didn't say anything, his back gradually disappeared outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Xun Yuming finished eating the fried dough sticks, stared at the heavy traffic on the road, sat silently for a while, took the remaining two fat fried dough sticks and went back to the hospital.
Dean Chen just came out of the meeting room, saw the fried dough stick in his hand, and took a bite, "Well, it's quite crispy."
Xun Yuming gave him the whole root and asked, "How is your talk with them?"
"It's all right." Old Chen san swallowed two deep-fried dough sticks in two gulps, then took out a box of milk from his pocket, and asked Xun Yuming, "Would you like to drink?"
"No need." Xun Yuming waved his hand. "Drink it yourself."
Lao Chen plugged in the straw and drank "gulu gulu" while saying: "These people are the children of the old lady you operated on. Their old man has been dead for many years. The old lady did it a few years ago. After one operation, the disease was not cured and he became paralyzed."
"They think it is too tiring to serve her all year round, and they are thinking about the two houses left by the old man, so they want you to operate on the old lady as soon as possible. If it is done well, it will save you worry in the future; if it is not done well, they will just disappear If you are a burden, you can still share the inheritance, and if you are lucky, you will get a compensation from us. Who knows that if you don’t perform surgery at all, they will be in a hurry.”
"It's not that I won't operate." Xun Yuming took a deep breath, organized his words, and continued: "Have you seen her film? Her spinal tumor is as thick as an arm. The chance of removing such a large lesion is... Almost zero, and at her age, I…”
"Okay, I know, you don't have to worry about it." Old Chen bit the straw and sucked it a few times, shook the empty box, and said, "I've talked with them. If you can't open it, you can't open it. Don't worry." It's too stressful, what should I do?"
Xun Yuming gave a "hmm", took two steps, and then turned around and asked, "By the way, Dean, Zhuang Yi—doctor just told me to ask me to go for a psychological evaluation. Do you know about this?"
"Ah, I know." Old Chen threw the empty box into the trash can in the corner, and said, "Our hospital has encountered this kind of thing before. These surgeons are busy with work and under a lot of pressure. It wouldn't hurt to talk to him. .”
"Is he also a doctor in the hospital?" Xun Yuming's tone was clearly perplexed, "Isn't there a psychological outpatient clinic, and hospitals generally don't provide this kind of psychological consultation?"
Lao Chen followed him to the door of the elevator, pressed the up button, and said, "At present, there are almost no serious psychological consultations in domestic hospitals, only psychiatric departments. The hospital had a cooperation with Xiaozhuang before, not an affiliation relationship."
"He first told me that he was planning to open a studio. After the discussion in the hospital, he planned to let his studio be affiliated with our hospital and set up a joint outpatient clinic. In this way, we will be a hospital with the most professional psychological consultation room in the future. Take A civilization award is not a piece of cake."
"I know you are anxious about funding. The main reason is that this kid hasn't made up his mind. I have to give him some sweetness first. Don't worry, I promise to approve the money as soon as possible and give it to your laboratory when the time comes. Just right You and he are old classmates, if you take the opportunity to help me persuade him, it would be nice to stay in our hospital."
"That's right." He took out a crumpled business card from his trouser pocket, handed it to him and said, "This is his address, you can go there while you are off work, it's not far from here. He used to be in the outpatient building He is doing consultation in that big lounge, he just had a son recently, and he is suffocating at home all day, and he has no time to come here except to see his mother."
"Son?" Xun Yuming stopped abruptly, and the elevator door slammed into him from the left, and with a "bang", he was caught in the middle.
"Tsk, what's going on?" Lao Chen hurriedly pressed the door open button twice, grabbed his hand and asked, "Aren't you crowded?"
"No...it's okay." Xun Yuming was pulled into the elevator by him, put his right hand on his left shoulder, lowered his head and asked, "Is he married?"
"I haven't heard of it." Old Chen said in his pocket, "I've known his father for more than ten years. If this kid gets married, he will invite me to a wedding no matter what. I haven't heard that he is married, but I listen to him all day long. He said that sons are older and sons are shorter. Alas, you young people now, if you say you are not in a hurry to have a child first, and if you are in a hurry, you don’t hurry up and fall in love. It’s really worrying... "
Xun Yuming also didn't hear the words behind, holding the black and gold-plated business card in his hand, raised his head again, and found that he had walked to a completely unfamiliar street.
On both sides of the mountain road are planted paulownia trees, tall and lush, with dense leaves that have been sifted by the sun and sprinkled spots of light all over the ground. There is a green street sign under the old tree. Xun Yuming looked at the words on it, and then looked at the business card—Huanshan Road, it is right here.
He went up the ramp, stopped in front of rows of red-brown villas, counted the number plates at each door, and came to a black fence door.
It is the season when roses are in full bloom, and large clumps of pink and white flowers come out of the wall, and there are stray vines everywhere. Xun Yuming pressed the bell, and there were two beeps, and Zhuang Yi's voice came from the intercom: "Come in."
He pushed open the fence gate, and saw a sea of flowers head-on. Roses and hydrangeas bloomed wantonly in this yard, and the seasons were out of order. A blue-and-white bantam cat lies on a swing under the violet stand, squinting to enjoy the warm afternoon sun.
Xun Yuming walked through the garden and walked into the living room, where Zhuang Yi was listening to the phone.
He changed his clothes, a dark gray casual shirt with black trousers, and light gray suede slippers on the soles of his feet. His passion for sports keeps him with a very low body fat percentage all year round. He has broad shoulders, narrow hips, tall and long legs, and he stands casually in front of the French windows, just like a sophisticated home model.
He turned around, met Xun Yuming's eyes, pointed to the sea-blue velvet sofa in the living room, and said, "Sit down, wait for me for a while."
Xun Yuming sat over and looked around restlessly. After searching for a long time, he didn't find a thing for breastfeeding babies. Zhuang Yi is still as delicate and exquisite as before. Generally, families with children—especially those who have just added a baby—throw a diaper to the left and a milk bottle to the right. It is already stretched to deal with children, so how can they still care about tidiness.
But the two rooms are spotless, even the ground is shiny, and there are even a few freshly broken roses still hanging with dewdrops in the glass vase on the coffee table, which shows his romantic leisure.
After eight years of separation, he still lived a chic and wanton life, but he had to face gossip and groundless slander. Xun Yuming was both pleased and jealous.
Zhuang Yi whispered a few words, hung up the phone, came over and said, "Old Chen asked you to come here?"
"Yes." Xun Yuming stood up and said, "I'll do a psychological evaluation."
Zhuang Yi nodded, and led him to the depths of the porch, "Come with me."
"where to?"