After the beginning of autumn, the days are sunny, the autumn tiger swallows the coolness, and the heat makes people dry.
In the hospital, in the consultation department of the inpatient building, an old electric fan is blowing wind persistently.
Yan Ziqing sat aside, patiently communicating with the patient's family about the patient's situation.
The electric fan on the side seemed a bit noisy because it was too old.
Creak, creak.
This electric fan was brought from home by Yan Ziqing. Although he was only thirty-two years old, he liked these old things for no reason.
"Doctor, after my dad's operation, will there be any sequelae? Does it have to be done? Can he just rely on medicine for treatment?" Although Yan Ziqing explained it thoroughly, the patient's family members hardly listened to it.
This situation is very common.
The word 'surgery', for ordinary citizens, is associated with fear and panic.
So many times, although doctors emphasize the importance of surgery, most people still choose conservative treatment.
"I suggest you choose surgery." Yan Ziqing said patiently, "You can discuss it with your family and then decide whether to have surgery or conservative treatment."
The patient's family members bowed their heads, responded vaguely, and left the department with the medical records and relevant materials.
Yan Ziqing relaxed a little and let out a sigh of relief.
He looked up at his watch.
It's time for rounds.
Yan Ziqing cleaned up the desk, got up and turned off the electric fan, picked up the notebook, and walked outside the department.
The inpatient building is much quieter than the outpatient building, at least there will not be many people crowded in front of one door, only the family members of patients carrying washbasins or walking in the corridor.
Yan Ziqing walked into the first ward at the corner of the stairs.
There are three beds in the ward, the TV is turned on and the news is playing.
The afternoon was warm, and the voice of the male host on the news was serious.
[Recently, the national archaeological team unearthed an ancient tomb a thousand years ago in City X. According to experts' research, it is speculated that this ancient tomb belonged to a general surnamed Qin, but the tombstone has not been found yet...]
"Oh, Xiaoyan is here." One of the patient's family members, an aunt in her fifties, shouted enthusiastically.
"Well, come to check the ward." Yan Ziqing said meekly.
"Oh, you are the deputy chief physician at such a young age. It's amazing. Your wife is so happy."
Yan Ziqing obediently responded.
In fact, he has been single for many years, but in this situation, it is better to agree, otherwise this chatterbox may not be closed.
After chatting with her aunt, Yan Ziqing looked at the patient, asked about the symptoms one by one seriously, and recorded them carefully.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the door, and the head nurse walked into the ward, calling anxiously, "Director Yan, are you there?"
"Yes, what's the matter?" Yan Ziqing looked up.
"Go to the emergency operating room immediately."
Yan Ziqing rushed to the emergency operating room and found many soldiers in camouflage uniforms standing at the door.
The head nurse explained beside him.
"The patients are all just transferred from the field hospital."
"Hey, I heard that one of them has already passed away. He is only in his twenties. It's so pitiful."
"There are still a few lying in the emergency room. The vice president and the others call you over to make a plan together. Director Yan, you have to take over a few operations."
"Okay, I see." Yan Ziqing responded, and hurried to the meeting room.
Yan Ziqing was busy until eleven o'clock in the evening.
He had two surgeries and didn't even have time for dinner.
When Yan Ziqing walked out of the operating room, he saw that there were still troops from the army outside, but they were orderly, and when they saw him coming out, they didn't gather around to ask questions.
The head nurse walked by and said that he had left a meal for him and put it in the conference room.
"Thank you." Yan Ziqing smiled.
"Oh, I heard that someone from the top ranks of the army has come." The head nurse said.
"High level?"
"Yeah, there are casualties. It's not a trivial matter. I guess the dean is receiving it in person. Director Yan, go to the meeting room and eat something to rest your stomach. You've worked hard all day."
"good."
Saying goodbye to the head nurse, Yan Ziqing frowned and walked towards the conference room.
I have been highly concentrated for too long just now, and I feel exhausted when I relax all of a sudden.
Yan Ziqing raised her head after rubbing the space between her eyebrows: "Ah!"
He hit someone.
Yan Ziqing had been hungry for a long time, and her blood sugar was low, so she fell backwards in a daze.
Fortunately, the person who was hit reacted very quickly, and with one hand, he took Yan Ziqing back firmly.
For a moment, the two looked at each other.
Yan Ziqing looked at the man in front of him.
He was half a head taller than himself, dressed in a dark green military uniform, with a straight figure, resolute and handsome features, and looked about in his thirties.
His arms around Yan Ziqing's waist were tightly tightened, as if Yan Ziqing would disappear if he loosened them.
Yan Ziqing suddenly felt a headache.
Several vague fragments flashed through his mind.
The Palace of Imperial Physicians, the ginkgo tree, and a person who is against the sun and whose face cannot be seen clearly...
When Yan Ziqing was eighteen years old, she had a car accident and was in a coma for several days in the hospital, almost unable to wake up.
But he finally endured the pain and opened his eyes.
But since then, Yan Ziqing often has some strange dreams.
In the dream, there are ginkgo leaves, a quaint palace, a child who loves candied haws, and heart-wrenching sadness.
But now he is clearly awake, why do these fragments that once appeared in the dream still exist in his mind.
Yan Ziqing came back to her senses, looked at the man, she also looked surprised when she saw him, and thought of something.
"you… "
"you… "
The two spoke in unison and were both taken aback.
"Captain Qin! This!" Suddenly someone shouted.
The man looked past Yan Ziqing, looked back, and saw the team members waving while calling him.
"That's it." Qin Jueming replied, but the hand around Yan Ziqing's waist did not move.
It just so happened that the head nurse also came over: "Oh? Director Yan, why are you still here? Huh? Are you two here?"
"I bumped into it by accident." Yan Ziqing explained gently.
"Sir, our Director Yan has performed two operations in a row today. We haven't had a sip of water or food since the afternoon! I must have been dizzy just now, so I accidentally bumped into you. Please be considerate!" The head nurse thought that Qin Jueming was embarrassing Yan Ziqing, and kept saying.
Qin Jueming glanced at Yan Ziqing and let go of him.
Yan Ziqing took half a step back and looked at Qin Jueming.
"Feel sorry… "
"sorry… "
The two of them were at the same time again, and each was taken aback.
"I… "
"I… "
They spoke in unison again, and then stopped abruptly.
"Qin team!"
The team members at the back called Qin Jueming reluctantly.
The head nurse was also pulling Yan Ziqing gently, telling him to get away and go to rest.
"Captain Qin, come here quickly!"
Qin Jueming got a headache from being yelled at, he nodded at Yan Ziqing, walked around Yan Ziqing to the direction of the team members.
Yan Ziqing suddenly felt inexplicable fear, and the emotion of not wanting Qin Jueming to leave instantly occupied his chest, together with unknown sadness and grief.
But when he reacted, Qin Jueming had gone far away, and he could faintly hear the conversation between him and his team members.
"Stinky boy, don't make loud noises in the hospital, don't you know?"
"Ah, now I know, I know."
"what's the situation?"
"The army... just transferred to the hospital... there are many wounded, the superiors asked us to help... Condolences to the Brotherhood..."
The subsequent conversation was faintly inaudible, and Qin Jueming walked further and further away.
"Director Yan, hurry up and eat." The head nurse kindly urged.
"Yeah." Yan Ziqing smiled gently and nodded.
He walked to the conference room alone and turned on the lights. The incandescent lamps emitted warm white light, which was somewhat dazzling. The dark coffee-colored circular conference table was silent, making the empty conference room look very deserted.
In the corner of the table was a boxed lunch wrapped in a plastic bag.
Yan Ziqing walked over and picked up the boxed lunch. Because she was afraid that the oil would get on the table, she deliberately took a newspaper and put it under it.
The food in the lunch box was already cold, Yan Ziqing ate two mouthfuls, and couldn't finish it, his mind was full of the man he ran into just now.
It's obviously the first time we meet, why is he so caring.
Yan Ziqing couldn't figure it out.
He ate two more mouthfuls without taste, stood up and cleaned up the leftovers, and then went back to the department in the inpatient building.
The doctors and nurses on the night shift were chatting, and when they saw Yan Ziqing coming, they were a little surprised: "Director Yan, you haven't left yet?"
"Yeah." Yan Ziqing said, "I didn't finish the rounds during the day, so I'll go back after I finish."
"It's so late, the patient is probably asleep, we can check tomorrow." A little nurse said.
"Today's work is over." Yan Ziqing smiled gently, "I'll go see if any patients are still awake."
After finishing speaking, Yan Ziqing took the ward round record book and walked out of the department.
"As expected of Director Yan." A doctor said with emotion.
"Handsome and responsible, how can there be such a good man." The little nurse said adoringly.
"It's a pity, you have a boyfriend." Another older nurse laughed at her.
The department was full of laughter and laughter, which added some fun to the boring night shift.
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Yan Ziqing checked the last ward where the lights were still on, went back to the department to pack up her things, said goodbye to her colleagues, and then walked out of the hospital.
It was late at night, the last bus had passed, and the subway was closed.
Yan Ziqing stood at the entrance of the hospital, hesitating whether to walk back or take a taxi back.
Let's take a taxi, it's too hard today, I can't walk.
Yan Ziqing rubbed her still hungry stomach and thought.
He took out his mobile phone to call a taxi, but at this moment, a small black car drove up and stopped in front of him abruptly.
Yan Ziqing was startled.
Qin Jueming held the steering wheel with one hand, and leaned on the car window with the other, with a smile and sharp eyes.
"Where is Dr. Yan going? Am I honored to give you a lift?"