MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 82

That night it was Tang Junhe's turn to be on the second line, and three emergency departments came in one night. The resident doctor on duty on the first line couldn't handle it, so he called him up from the bed, put on his clothes and rushed to the hospital.

Xue Yuanshan's vision of seeing people is really sharp, no matter how weak Tang Junhe is, as long as he stands at the operating table, he can finish the operation in an orderly manner. Except for the time I met Yang Xuan a few days ago.

Nothing went wrong in the emergency room that night, but Tang Junhe almost fell to the side of the operating table the next morning.

At that time, a patient with early lung cancer was lying on the hospital bed. Tang Junhe was the chief surgeon, and Xue Yuanshan stood aside to assist and guide the operation. In Puji Hospital, for major operations such as segmentectomy, generally only doctors with the qualifications of deputy chief physician or above can perform the operation. If Xue Yuanshan hadn't hand-picked it, Tang Junhe would never have the opportunity to stand in the position of the chief surgeon. The more than two hours of surgery requires full concentration without any distraction.

After removing the diseased leaf, Tang Junhe heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to sew up the stump of the bronchus, when his eyes suddenly went dark, and then his body shook, and an exclamation from the equipment nurse flashed in his ears: "Doctor Tang!" Consciousness is gone. When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the hospital bed in the electrocardiogram room.

The doctor who performed the electrocardiogram was a junior sister from the Department of Cardiology. After the results came out, she walked around to the hospital bed and disconnected the lead wires for Tang Junhe. When she saw him open his eyes, she was both surprised and happy: "Doctor Tang, you are awake!"

"Nothing unusual, right?" Tang Junhe sat up on the hospital bed.

"The electrocardiogram is normal. You can go for another electroencephalogram later. Why did you suddenly faint? Didn't you rest well recently?"

"Well, a little insomnia." Tang Junhe said, and then thought, in fact, it should be considered severe insomnia.

"There have been a lot of emergency cases outside the chest in the past few days. Pay attention to your body." The junior sister walked around to the other side of the hospital bed and was about to help him remove the suction ball on his ankle when she suddenly opened her eyes and said in surprise, "Doctor Tang, you And tattoos!"

Tang Junhe only said: "Yes."

The little junior sister asked curiously again: "What kind of tattoo is this, tree?"

"poplar."

"But there are no leaves," the junior sister looked at the tattoo and said, "It's quite special. When did you get it?"

"It's been more than ten years."

"Wow, more than ten years ago, didn't you go to college at that time? Doctor Tang, you can do it. I didn't expect you to be so rebellious."

Tang Junhe's eyes also fell on that tattoo. The tattoo artist was very skilled at that time. It has been ten years since the skin and flesh grew and the cells replaced, but the dark blue tattoo is still as clear as ever, as if engraved in the blood of the bones. .

He didn't speak anymore, stretched out his hand to put down the bottom of his trousers, and got out of the hospital bed.

Both the EEG and ECG were normal, and Tang Junhe returned to the office with the diagnosis results. He is a doctor himself. Although he specializes in thoracic surgery, he has studied medicine for eight years and has a general understanding of other diseases, large and small. He knew that this syncope was due to the lack of blood and oxygen supply to the brain caused by insomnia for several days, as long as he could get enough sleep, it would be fine.

When passing the nurse station outside the chest, nurse Xiao Song, who was surrounded by reporters yesterday, ran over and asked, "Doctor Tang, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Tang Junhe said.

"Scared me to death, you must not have an accident, you are my motivation to go to work every day!"

Her expression was exaggerated, and Tang Junhe smiled cooperatively: "Nothing will happen."

"By the way, Dr. Tang, I haven't had time to tell you yet," Xiao Song lowered his voice and kept secretively, "The handsome guy in bed 23 asked about you yesterday evening."

The twenty-three bed was Yang Xuan. When they were looking at each other yesterday evening, Tang Junhe was startled, and asked casually, "Ask me what?"

"Just ask, is there a doctor surnamed Tang in your department? Dr. Tang, they all said he was your brother, is that right?"

Tang Junhe didn't answer directly, but asked: "Then what do you say?"

"Of course I'm telling the truth!"

Xiao Song was indeed telling the truth. She said the sentence that was widely circulated throughout the hospital - "Dr. Tang's incision is as beautifully stitched as his own."

At that time, the handsome guy in the twenty-three bed didn't speak, but the woman who came to take care of him smiled exaggeratedly, and said something while laughing, "Captain, has anyone ever told you that you look alike?"

Because he almost fell over by the operating table in the morning, Xue Yuanshan finally granted Tang Junhe a half-day leave.

Tang Junhe went home and swallowed two sleeping pills, feeling sleepy, and fell asleep. There was no emergency call, so he finally fell asleep and didn't even remember to wake up for dinner.

He didn't know he was on the news until he got up to work the next day and a colleague came over with a mobile phone to inquire about his relationship with Yang Xuan.

The picture accompanying the news is Yang Xuan's side face leaning on the hospital bed. Tang Junhe immediately recalled the reporters who were outside the ward the day before yesterday, presumably they were secretly photographed. Not only that, the news also wrote about the brotherhood between them - I don't know who in the hospital revealed it to the reporter. So the second picture in the news is Tang Junhe’s photo—the one posted on the cardiothoracic surgery staff column, the photo of the staff in white coats.

"Doctor Tang, you brothers are famous now, and many fans below have said that they want to form a group to see you." The colleague marked the comment below to show him.

Tang Junhe frowned and said, "This is a leak of the patient's privacy."

The man was taken aback, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the name of our hospital was not mentioned in the news." Seeing that Tang Junhe was still frowning and his expression was serious, he persuaded, "I said Xiaotang, you look a little young Okay, you should be happy when you're on the news, it's a good thing."

Tang Junhe didn't respond. After his colleagues left, he turned around and sat in front of his computer, opened the employee system, and reported the matter to the administrative department, saying that someone had leaked the patient's privacy, and searched out the relevant news link and attached it .

After he finished typing and clicked send, he was about to go to the operating room when Xiao Song suddenly ran over with a list in his hand and asked, "Doctor Tang, the handsome guy with a bed of twenty-three applied to be transferred to the special needs ward, will he be approved? Yes Didn't Director Xue sign it?"

Tang Junhe took the list and looked down: "What's the reason?"

"That's the news. A lot of reporters have come here. I think it's too noisy."

"He wants to turn around?"

"His girlfriend came to tell me."

Tang Junhe's eyes suddenly shifted from the list to Xiao Song's face, looking at her fixedly.

Xiao Song said inexplicably, "Doctor Tang, why do you suddenly look at me like this?"

Tang Junhe lowered his eyes and said: "It's okay, let's turn first, I will tell Teacher Xue later."

After finishing the operation at noon, Tang Junhe took off his mask and called Xue Yuanshan to apply—actually, he said: "Mr. Xue, the twenty-three patients apply to be transferred to the special needs ward."

The special needs wards are single rooms, and the conditions and prices are comparable to five-star hotels. The hospitalization expenses cannot be reimbursed by the medical insurance. Although the patients pay for it out of their own pockets, due to the shortage of beds, the hospital is cautious when processing applications.

"Twenty-three patients?" Xue Yuanshan recalled with a frown.

"Too many reporters came to interview." Tang Junhe reminded.

"Your brother," Xue Yuanshan remembered, "then let's go."

Tang Junhe took the form and asked him to sign, Xue Yuanshan signed and said: "Tomorrow there will be a tumor conference in Yinzhou that I want to attend, and I will give you my patients."

Tang Junhe didn't respond immediately, instead he was stunned for a moment, Xue Yuanshan handed him the signed form: "Why are you stunned, do you still want to pick a job now?"

Before Tang Junhe had time to speak, Xue Yuanshan had already turned around and left. The work he assigned did not allow Tang Junhe to choose whether to take it or not. Xue Yuanshan's handling style has always been like this, how generous he is when he gives a hand, and how strict he is when he comes back. Therefore, in the whole department, he cares most about Tang Junhe, and is also the most demanding towards Tang Junhe.

The next morning, Xue Yuanshan was not there, and the doctors he brought followed Tang Junhe to round the ward. Tang Junhe checked each ward, each postoperative patient asked very detailed questions, and even leaned forward to check the healing of the wound, and then revised the doctor's order for the day according to different situations.

The speed of rounds was not fast, but the general wards on this floor were checked quickly, and the next step was the special needs wards on the 12th floor. Four or five people followed Tang Junhe and took the elevator upstairs. Tang Junhe stood on the first floor of the elevator, holding a veneer to read the doctor's order Xue Yuanshan had given Yang Xuan a few days ago.

Walking out of the elevator, he stretched out his hand and pulled the mask higher. Only the eyes are exposed, so it shouldn't be easy to be recognized. After all, it was a fluke.

Followed by the trainee doctor and the young doctor who just entered the hospital, he walked in the front. The special needs ward needs to be punched in. He held the employee badge on his chest and approached the punch card, and the lock opened with a beep. He held the doorknob, pressed it down and turned it, pushed the door open and walked in.

In the ward, the same man and woman were taking care of Yang Xuan, and the woman was talking to him: "I'm already spending money to find someone to delete it, just wait—" Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, she turned her head and looked over, "The doctor is here Room rounds."

Unfamiliar faces, unseen people. Tang Junhe thought.

As usual, he wanted to step forward to check the healing of the wound, and the two people cooperatively stood up to make room for him. Tang Junhe lowered his eyes, stepped forward and approached, leaned down, stretched out his hand to uncover the dressing on Yang Xuan's chest, and checked the suture of the incision. Being very close, one could smell the faint smell of tobacco on Yang Xuan through the strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

He didn't look at Yang Xuan, but he could feel that Yang Xuan was looking at him. Yang Xuan's gaze fell on his face all the time, and only then did he realize that his gaze was so serious. Was the gaze so heavy before? Or do eyes also gain weight with age?

He tried his best to concentrate on looking at the wound. Originally, it was just a glance, but suddenly he had to concentrate all his energy to see the healing condition.

He loosened the dressing, and just as he was about to stand up and take two steps back to give the doctor's order, Yang Xuan suddenly spoke on top of his head, his voice was a little deep: "Long time no see."

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A small tip, I also said this sentence when I met for the first time when I was 17 years old.