At this time, Wu Mian sat on the ground, with his back against the wall, as if he was integrated with the wall and became part of the room.

This is the price that the patient must pay. What he sees and touches become vast information and enters the brain to store it, and it appears from time to time, becoming a burden and torture in life.

Some things cannot be done, some things must be done. Wu Mian does not have the idea of ​​going away even if he cannot escape. If he can't escape, he will face it. Not to mention having old friends with Secretary Wang, Wu Mian cannot watch even if he sees a patient with a heart attack.

That being said, but the price you bear after seeing a doctor is too high. So Wu Mian did not follow him to the first year of the medical school, but secretly hid like a wounded beast and licked his wounds.

This was just a look at the patient through the sunglasses, and there was not much redundant information. If the surgery was performed, the pain would be worse after the operation. Wu Mian would be more irritable and distressed at that time.

A black notepad is placed on the ground with a line of words flying and flying dragons on it - 225 days away from liberation, and my parents are urging me today...

The following words have not been written yet, and Wu Mian seems to have an instinctive resistance to memories.

[I am still the boy I used to be, without any change...]

The phone rang, and Wu Mian took a look and it was Wu Zhongtai who called him.

"dad."

"You Uncle Wang has already entered the operating room. This is an operation arranged by Director Xue himself, Director Gao's surgery."

Wu Zhongtai's voice came out, and the other side of the phone was a little confused.

"Well, I've arranged everything, don't worry." Wu Mian said lightly.

"Wu Mian, what is your relationship with the First Hospital of Medical University? Why did President Xue come over in the middle of the night?"

"Director Xue is a long story, let's talk about it another day. Director Gao? On January 22, the annual meeting of the Imperial Capital Chest Pain Center was held. Director Gao fainted in the venue. The emergency rescue I did was...saving his life?"

“…”

"Don't worry, Dad. Director Gao's level is OK, Uncle Wang should be fine."

"Oh, that..."

Wu Zhongtai thought for a few seconds and had countless words to ask, but when he said something, he didn't know what to say.

"I'm dead, I'm so tired."

"Oh, eat and sleep before you sleep, don't be hungry." Wu Zhongtai reminded.

"Dad, if President Xue takes you to dinner in the evening, drink less. Don't think that he owes them so much favors. I'm here. You are over fifty and drink another pound of wine. I guess I have to go to the provincial capital to rescue you. Please save me some snacks."

"You kid, I've saved your Uncle Wang..."

"Uncle Wang's situation is quite special, and diagnosis is the most important thing. Besides, Dean Xue's side... By the way, if he wants to come to me, you must not agree."

The other side of the phone remained silent and a sigh came faintly.

"I'll die if it's okay. Uncle Wang just needs to do it after the operation."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Mian seemed to have "forgot" this matter, sitting in the quiet night, fighting against the torture of fate alone. He insisted on writing a few simple and sloppy words in the notepad, and Wu Mian put it in the pocket of the khaki windbreaker.

Wu Mian knew that he had serious problems. After trying various methods, he was no longer willing to wait. He discussed with Chu Zhixi to undergo surgical treatment after the New Year and cut off the frontal lobe and other parts of the brain.

Wu Mian has not designed the specific surgical procedure yet, so he has made the worst plan. But the worst is not death, but becoming a living dead.

So from the beginning of making a decision, he would write down a paragraph or a few words in his notebook every day to record what he had done during this period. If a person can survive but completely lose his memory, perhaps this would be of some help to himself.

Every day, writing less and less time in the notepad, Wu Mian's mood became calmer and calmer. Death may be a good destination.

After 2 hours and 32 minutes, the phone lighted up and a WeChat message was sent.

Wang Zhijian's surgery has been completed, and the postoperative situation is very ideal. He said he can go home after a few days of care.

This is expected. Wu Mian has a full understanding of interventional surgery in the Department of Circulatory Internal Medicine First Hospital, and even more of aware of Wang Zhijian's condition.

The night passed like this.

Wu Mian couldn't sleep all night.

Fortunately, I have become accustomed to it, and meditation can give him a moment of breathing, so that his life will not be in chaos.

After breakfast, Wu Mian brought the exquisite suitcase to the Chinese Medicine Hospital and walked to the medical department with his eyes closed according to the instructions of Director Duan yesterday.

Although the Chinese Medicine Hospital is not big, the agency is still a small building. The medical department is on the first floor. When you enter the gate, there is the medical department on the right side of the hall.

On the left side of the corridor are the bathroom and the section chief’s office of Section Chief Duan, and on the big room on the right are the offices of Wu Mian and several clerks.

The doors of the medical department are still installed with ancient and dilapidated door locks. Although they are not as heavy as those of the kind of open locks, Wu Mian feels that the door locking effect of this thing is very poor. He can open the doors of all offices of the Chinese Medicine Hospital with a pack of instant noodles.

He handed the box to Section Chief Duan, and asked him to send it to the operating room and say hello. Although Wu Mian said no, his body was always very honest. Some habits could not be changed from the day he became a doctor.

When I entered the house, opened the window, the leaves were swaying, and the fresh air blew in the rustling sound. On the other side was the former family building, which is now mostly rented out.

There was a family where a man and a woman were quarreling, and it seemed that the man had been playing games and was making money to support the family inappropriately.

Several families are making breakfast, and the fragrance of Northeast rice spreads.

Opposite is a breakfast shop, and the thrilling sounds of fried dough sticks are endless.

Wu Mian didn't feel noisy about the fireworks on earth, although his voice evoked more complicated memories.

He sat on a chair by the window, silent like a mascot.

As time passed by minute by minute, the Chinese Medicine Hospital gradually gained some voices.

Including the Medical Department, there are only 4 section chiefs, and Wu Mian added only 5 people. He is responsible for medical care, science and education, infection and other content.

It is already very "formal" to have full-time medical departments at this level. The heads of medical departments of more grassroots hospitals are part-time jobs by clinical directors. Not only that, even the directors are clinical directors, which is true for Yajingzi. President Zhou is the director of the Department of Surgery and mainly performs urinary surgery.

When a colleague came to work, he knew that a new deputy section chief had arrived, he looked at Wu Mian with curious eyes. The so-called "two colleagues" were all middle-aged sisters. An elder sister greeted him, but Wu Mian just nodded and didn't even say a word.

This person is really arrogant. Although the eldest sister saw him handsome and had a good impression of him, she was so angry that she simply ignored the young deputy section chief and was busy with her own affairs.

Drinking tea and reading newspapers is a work project from many years ago. Now there are almost no paper newspapers, and everyone is browsing their mobile phones, reading gossip or shopping on Taobao.

Life is leisurely, and birds are heard outside in the forest, and there is a sense of elegance.

"Xiao Wu, come on." Section Chief Duan said at the door.

"Oh." Wu Mian came to his senses, stood up and walked out.

"I'll send your stuff to the operating room, don't worry. The conditions here are simple, are you still used to it?" Section Chief Duan asked gently.

"It's great, it's fine all morning." Wu Mian said, "I see that the medical department of the Imperial Capital Hospital has been busy early in the morning and there are countless disputes."

"Hahaha." Section Chief Duan was a little proud. Small places have the benefits of small places. From 9 to 5, there was nothing 996. Capitalists want to exploit them, but now they can't exploit places like Bajingzi.

"I've found a job for you, young people, don't be too idle." Section Chief Duan said, "It's easy to make people idle after a long time. Besides, I'll retire in two or three years. You have to care more about clinical matters, especially the relationship with those directors should be maintained now."

"I won't drink." Wu Mian said with a cold face and refused directly.

"You didn't let you drink. There was a surgery in the surgery today. A new doctor was scolded and cried. Go and see what's going on and adjust it."

"Cry? Come on!" Wu Mian said.

"Who knows, the phone call from the operating room. Go and see, comfort, young people, you are so angry, don't be unable to think about it for a while," said Section Chief Duan, "It's a young doctor who graduates from the target, go and see."

Wu Mian nodded, turned around and left.

"Can you find the operating room."

"Yes, I'll go and take a look."

"Speak gentle, don't make trouble, the child can't get over it!" Section Chief Duan finally gave a urge to remind him untiringly.

The training model of rural targeted medical students began in 2010.

Having seen the prosperity of big cities and a better future, how many people still want to return to the countryside? However, since they are targeted students, there is no money to spend money on schooling and subsidies, it is necessary to come back.

Since the first batch of targeted students graduated, breach of contract is common.

At the beginning, a few people defaulted, but now, the number of people defaulted is increasing. Targeted students would rather breach the contract than come to rural or township hospitals. There is their own reason for this, and it is difficult to directly say who is wrong.

There is a reason why the country has established this policy of targeted doctor training. There is a shortage of doctors in rural areas in the central and western regions. In many rural areas, villagers in many places have been searching for a doctor within a radius of ten miles.
Chapter completed!