"... Let us maintain this superficial calm, pretend to be indifferent to welcome tomorrow without each other, and face loss pretending to be calm."
"The reason why you loved me in the past, have you forgotten now?... How long ago was the last time you thought of me?"
"People say time heals everything, but that doesn't seem to fit me very well."
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Apart from love songs, is there no other music to play in this world
Zhuang Yi turned off the radio irritably, turned on Bluetooth to connect to the music library of his mobile phone, and the car stereo sang slowly: "Since you broke up with me, I have nothing but sadness..."
"..."
"Admit it to fate." Abby held up her mobile phone and looked at Zhuang Yi sympathetically: "My mother said that when a person breaks up in love, God is against him."
Zhuang Yi held the steering wheel with his left hand, and pinched her face with his right hand: "You are young, what do you know?"
"Hey!" Abby protested loudly, "I'm five and a half years old, and I'll be in elementary school next year, and I'm very old inside."
Zhuang Yi smiled, and instead of arguing meaninglessly with her, he drove the car into the hospital parking lot, "You go to your mother, I have something to do."
Abby hugged his arm and refused to let go: "I don't want it. Where are you going? I want to go too."
"Then you have to keep it a secret." Zhuang Yi carried her to the ward, surrounded by brightly lit lights, except that only one light in the administrative building was still on. "You can't tell what you see."
Abby saluted and said, "Yes, sir!"
Zhuang Yi smiled, went around outside the ICU, handed over the things he had brought to the nurses, and told them to take care of Qin Xueyan, and he would come over to accompany the bed in a while, and then went to the dean's office with Abby in his arms.
Lao Chen worked overtime today, he must be in the administration building now.
Walking to the door, Old Chen's voice came from behind the door: "... Oh, please give us another one, please give us another one. This is the funding we need to find a professor, what do you think? If it delays his award, The face of our motherland is also shameless. You just look at the face of the country, and you have to give us some approval!"
"Tsk, how can I be a rogue? Did Dr. Xun win the Field Award? Is it true that all our doctors in the next session will not have as high a chance of winning the award as him? Isn't this the lice on your head, obviously? ... No, no, I didn't mock you for being bald."
"... Just give us one award. I know that the probability of winning two awards in a row is almost zero, but it is not the only award in the world. If you can't win Field, you can win a Nobel. Look for the next Nobel. The doctor must have something to do. Don't be stingy, we will approve one, and that's it, hang up!"
After listening to the corner, Zhuang Yi knocked on the door, got permission, and walked in.
Seeing him, Lao Chen asked with a smile, "Why did you come here and not see your mother? Hey, whose kid is this? He's so handsome!"
"Abby, it's Grandpa." Zhuang Yi said, "My cousin's child is always clinging to me."
"Grandpa." Abby sat down on the sofa in an orderly manner, her two radish legs dangling.
"So good." Lao Chen took out a box of chocolate bars and two bags of milk from the cabinet and gave them to her, opened the takeaway on the table, and asked Zhuang Yi: "Have you eaten?"
Zhuang Yi sat across from him and said, "I ate. I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Old Chen said while eating hot and sour shredded potato rice. "Old Hou has allocated the funds to you, and it is impossible to get them back. You don't have to worry about this."
"That's not it." Zhuang Yi opened the walnut milk for Abby and asked, "Have you read the results of Xun Yuming's psychological evaluation?"
"Oh, I saw it. Isn't it unqualified?" Lao Chen raised his head and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you plan to re-evaluate?"
Zhuang Yi shook his head and said: "That's not true, his assessment result is correct. I want to say that he is under a lot of psychological pressure now, and he really needs to receive professional consultation, but I think that with his current professional level and resistance In terms of pressure, there is no need to stop his operation. You can let him work while treating."
Old Chen coincided with him: "I think so too. Stop his operation, do you know how much loss it will be? Now his number, just online appointment, has been queued for a year! The three numbers that are set aside every day, the outside scalpers fired up to 15,000. That's it, you can't even grab the head. If his operation is stopped, those people who are registered will have to kill me? "
Thinking of Xun Yuming telling Cong Huan in the afternoon that his number had already been queued for a year later, and he couldn't get it when the gods came, Zhuang Yi couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and continued: " I plan to ask Linlin to consult with him, what does Uncle Chen think?"
Lao Chen's son is called Chen Linlin, who is also a student of Zhuang Yi. He studied with Cong Huan in Ph.D., and his level is good. Zhuang Yi went outside to open a studio, and there were these two people in his team.
"Linlin?" Old Chen curled his lips in disgust, "Can he do it?"
"Why not?" Zhuang Yi smiled, "I have a little confidence in your son, he is my student. If he can't do it, I will take over."
Old Chen was still worried: "Why don't you do it yourself? That boy Linlin, I think it's enough. Don't make Xiao Mingzhi crazy for me, that won't work."
"It's impossible for me to do it." Zhuang Yi resolutely refused, "Consulting people with relatives is a violation of professional ethics. Besides me... don't worry about it."
He thought for a while, and then said, "Also, how is the funding going?"
"It's no use." Old Chen said with a babble, "The kid who approved the funding came from our hospital. I know him too well. That guy is not slippery, and the money won't be approved in a short time."
"But you have already promised Xun Yuming." That day he swore in the stairwell that he would approve the money for Xun Yuming within two months, Zhuang Yi remembered it clearly.
Old Chen sighed, and said: "I know. So I thought, if it really doesn't work, let outside private companies invest. Anyway, there are many people who want to sponsor him, and they are all lined up. But this way , In the future, for the things he develops, the sponsors will have the patent development and use rights, which may affect part of the income."
Based on Zhuang Yi's understanding of Xun Yuming, he should not care about these things. The biggest bonus for him in researching and developing new medical technology is curing diseases and saving lives, winning prizes, and fame may be what he wants, but money is not necessarily so.
"You have to ask his opinion first." But guessing is one thing, making decisions for him without permission is another.
"Naturally," said Old Chen. "I'll ask him tomorrow."
Zhuang Yi took a wet wipe from the table, wiped Abby's mouth full of chocolate, hugged her and said, "I'll go back first. You can ask him tomorrow, and then tell me to see what he means."
"Hey, wait a minute." Old Chen quickly stopped him, "Have you made up your mind about your studio? Just stay in our hospital."
"I'll think about it again." There are advantages and disadvantages to running a joint outpatient clinic with a hospital. It is definitely not as free and idle as doing it alone. Zhuang Yi is not like Xun Yuming, his life includes work and life.
"Then I won't tell you about Xiao Ming anymore." Old Chen turned around and glanced at him quietly from the corner of his eye, "You young people, don't think us old men are fools, why don't I know? Anyway You can figure it out, if you don’t agree, don’t try to talk to me later.”
"..."
"Understood." Zhuang Yi had no choice but to agree, and said again: "Be careful that I will wear small shoes for your son."
"He can wear whatever he wants." Old Chen succeeded in his plan, smiling indifferently.
Zhuang Yi sent Abby to the hotel and handed it over to his cousin. On the way back to the hospital, he was still worried, so he sent another text message to Lao Chen, asking him to ask Xun Yuming first before attracting business.
Before going to bed, he re-read Xun Yuming's information and sent it to Chen Linlin. The folder named "Ear" had been lying on his computer desktop for eight years, and it finally moved today.
Zhuang Yi opened the mailbox and pulled the folder in, but the system prompted that the attachment was too large to send. He clicked on "Ear", and there were seven or eight subfolders in it, arranged by category, namely "photographs", "papers", "news", "interviews", "letters"...
After deliberating for a long time, Zhuang Yi cut out the "photo" and "thesis", changed the file name to "Xun Yuming", and finally sent it successfully.
Early the next morning, Chen Linlin replied: "Got it."
Zhuang Yi whistled, went to the intensive care unit to see Qin Xueyan, and then went outside to buy breakfast for relatives who came to visit early in the morning. When he came back with a bundle of soy milk, he saw Xun Yuming and two nurses hurrying towards the ICU, his heart skipped a beat, and the soy milk spilled all over the floor.
Xun Yuming got up late this morning, received a call and rushed to the hospital immediately. As soon as he entered the ward building, Cen Ji rushed up and said, "The patient woke up just now, but suddenly started to convulse after a while. His family has already arrived, what should we do, Master?"
Not seeing Qin Xueyan, Xun Yuming did not dare to make a diagnosis rashly. While walking quickly to the ward, he asked, "How is her condition? Have you checked? Was there anything abnormal last night?"
"She has so many family members, and they are all crowded outside the ward, so I don't dare to talk nonsense." Cen Ji was sweating profusely, "I took a quick look, and the pulse, blood pressure, and pupil diameter are all normal, and I am conscious. Who knows that after staying for a while, it suddenly started to twitch."
"Did you give her medicine?" Xun Yuming was afraid of being stopped by his family and wasted time, so he went directly to the ICU through the staff passage.
Qin Xueyan was lying on the bed, surrounded by several nurses. The twitch just now gradually passed away, and her cheeks and the corners of her mouth were still twitching. Documents were scattered all over the floor, and no one bothered to tidy them up. The surroundings were in a mess.
Cen Ji picked up the medical record on the ground and said, "I gave her lorazepam. She is not in a good mood now, but her convulsions have eased."
Xun Yuming raised his head from the medical case, and Zhuang Yi's face was reflected behind the glass door, looking at him with a complicated expression. "Give her a dynamic electroencephalogram to see if it is secondary epilepsy after surgery caused by electrolyte imbalance." After listening to her heartbeat and checking her pupils, she urged, "Do it now, hurry up!"
Cen Ji took the nurse to prepare, Xun Yuming took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked out.
The family members rushed forward in an instant, asking around him, "Doctor, how is my sister?"
"Is my sister in danger? Why is this happening?"
"Did something go wrong with yesterday's surgery?"
…
Xun Yuming's head was buzzing, and worried faces magnified in front of his eyes, but he couldn't give any definite answer, he could only say weakly: "Before the test results come out, we can't be sure what caused it. Convulsions. But she is awake, at least for now, not life-threatening."
"I don't know? How come you don't know?"
"Didn't you say yesterday that you'll be fine when you wake up?"
"Yeah, I talked to her in the morning, and she seems to be all right?"
…
Accidents happen from time to time, and it is natural for family members to worry. Xun Yuming didn't know how to explain it, no matter how good his medical skills were, he was not God after all.
He has faced such situations countless times, but he never thought that one day, it would be Zhuang Yi standing opposite him.
Zhuang Yi came over rubbing the bridge of his nose, and whispered to everyone: "Okay. What's the use of asking him? You'll know when the results come out." Tong Xun Yuming said, "Come with me."
He walked out of the electric isolation door, stood in front of the window, and said, "What's the situation with my mother? Just tell me what you have, don't worry."
In fact, why isn't he worried? It's his mother lying inside, and he wishes he could replace her himself. But he also understands Xun Yuming better than anyone else, not because of personal grievances, but because he understands his ability, he can barely calm down.
Xun Yuming rolled his Adam's apple, wanted to say something, but didn't say it.
Seeing that his expression was different, Zhuang Yi asked, "Do you have any thoughts?"
"I..." Xun Yuming did have a guess in his heart, and he had a very strong hunch that he was probably right. "I think Auntie might be..."
"How?"
The anxiety on Zhuang Yi's face could be seen at a glance, and a small word "Chuan" appeared on his usually flat brows. Xun Yuming has experienced the feeling of having a heavy stone on his chest and making it hard to breathe, and he thinks it is the same at this moment.
"I think Auntie might be scared."
Xun Yuming was afraid that he would think he was talking nonsense, so he explained: "She is timid and has a lot of psychological pressure before the operation. According to scientific data, many patients in the intensive care unit have repeated illnesses caused by psychological factors. There have been cases like this before. For example, as soon as the patient leaves the ICU, all the indicators are normal immediately, and then change drastically once he enters."
"but… "
"But you dare not let her go out, do you?" Zhuang Yi knew what he was thinking. At present, Xun Yuming was only guessing. He can't afford it.
Xun Yuming nodded, Zhuang Yi looked at him for a while, and said, "You go ahead and do it. I will bear the consequences, and it has nothing to do with you. I will go to Lao Chen to sign a release agreement."
In the face of major events, crying is worthless, there must always be someone who can make decisions, otherwise delaying the illness will be a bad thing. After he finished speaking, he really went to the dean's office.
Xun Yuming froze in place, unable to recover for a long time.
He didn't expect that Zhuang Yi believed in him so much, especially after a long separation, this trust was even more precious, which made his eyes warm and he almost shed tears.
He didn't close his eyes all day and all night, and at night he came home from get off work calmly, and Xun Yuming stayed in the duty room by himself. It was not until the morning of the next day that the dynamic EEG report came out, and it turned out that everything was normal.
Except for psychological factors, Xun Yuming couldn't think of any other possibility, so he signed the contract immediately and asked the nurse to transfer Qin Xueyan to the ward.
Dr. Zhao and Dr. Sun in the department were both there, and they strongly opposed it after hearing about it. One said that the patient had just finished the operation and was now released from the intensive care unit, and no one would be held responsible if something happened;
Xun Yuming was dumb, and was silenced by them, so he could only say: "I will take responsibility for what happened."
"Can you bear it?"
Sun Zhao said in unison, Xun Yuming had nothing to say, he really couldn't bear it.
It happened that Cen Ji came to work and saw them arguing, so he geared up to join the "battle". He is smooth-talking, and his ability to make strong arguments is a hundred times better than that of Xun Yuming, and he turned the tide of the battle in one fell swoop.
When Zhuang Yi came, the neurosurgery duty room was as noisy as a vegetable market, full of people inside and out, either fighting or watching.
He pushed aside the crowd and went in, Cen Ji immediately jumped over with a red face, pulled him and said, "It just so happens that the family members are here, ask yourself! They are willing to transfer to the ward themselves, can you control it?!"
"Turn around if you want, don't hurt others if something happens!" Dr. Sun's tone was agitated, and his words were mocking, "We are not international experts, and we haven't won any awards, and we don't have gold medals for exoneration!"
When Zhuang Yi heard the words, he understood instantly. Seeing Xun Yuming standing in the corner with a pale face, he opened the document bag in his hand and handed him a piece of paper: "I came to deliver the waiver agreement, I didn't find you in the administration building just now."
The sound is not too loud, just enough for people around to hear clearly.
He smiled at Cen Ji and Sun Zhao again and said, "Go ahead, I'm leaving first."
Seeing this, everyone dispersed in whispers.
The two of Sun and Zhao snorted coldly, and went to the ward with the medical records, and the duty room fell silent instantly.
Cen Ji won a complete victory, jumped three feet high with joy, clapped his hands and said, "Nice job! I have to buy an ice cream to celebrate, master, what flavor do you want?"
Xun Yuming smiled and said, "I'll go through the formalities, you can eat by yourself."
Since the convulsion yesterday morning, Qin Xueyan has been in a coma, woke up once this morning, and quickly fell asleep again. Xun Yuming didn't have time to be happy, so after completing the formalities, he went to the ICU to visit.
None of Qin Xueyan's family members came yet, only Zhuang Yi saw him coming, and said with a smile: "My mother is awake, in a daze."
"Lorazepam has a side effect of drowsiness, but it doesn't matter if the dose is small." Xun Yuming flipped through the medical records, took out a pencil-thin flashlight from the pocket of his white coat, opened Qin Xueyan's eyelids to look, and stretched out his index finger Right swing: "Auntie, look at my fingers, look this way, okay."
After the basic examination, the nurse came in, helped her pull out the tube, and transferred her to the advanced ward.
After everything was done, Zhuang Yi asked the nurse to look at Qin Xueyan, called Xun Yuming to the stairwell, and said, "Old Chen asked me to arrange psychological counseling for you the night before yesterday."
"Aren't you unwilling to do it for me?" Xun Yuming's tone was a little angry, with a soft ending.
Zhuang Yi cleared his throat and said, "I asked one of my students to consult with you. I have already told him. You should write down his contact information." He turned on his phone and sent him a series of numbers.
Xun Yuming was in the contacts and asked, "What's your name?"
"Chen Linlin, old Chen's son." Zhuang Yi showed him the name saved on the phone, "Yu Linling's 'Lin'."
The call record page was displayed on the screen. Xun Yuming looked down and saw two people separated from Chen Linlin. It was his own number, and the note name was Xiaoer.
The author has something to say: The lyrics at the beginning of the article are from: "Don't you remember", "All I ask", "Hello" by Adele "How's the world treating you" by Daniel Agee