In-house help system

"Feng Ming, deputy chief physician, is good at congenital heart disease correction, valvular heart disease surgical treatment, cardiac tumors and other rare cardiac diseases surgical diagnosis and treatment."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the night falls, and the orange lights are embraced in the arms. The darkness is like ink dripping into the clear water, penetrating into the silent bedroom. The guidance information of a well-known hospital across the country, with a blurry one-inch photo pasted on the long practice resume.

Ji Wenliang moved the mouse, and the white arrow stayed on the photo, and then it was enlarged, and the distance between the nose and eyes gradually lengthened, but it was no longer clear.

He was amazed that after all this time, the photo had never been replaced—by a clearer one, or a more handsome one.

Just a few years ago, when Ji Wenliang saw it for the first time, he showed an expected shock - he saw the shadow of Feng Li in that blurry photo.

He still remembers what Feng Li said to him in that ordinary hut in Blind City in his last life before he left.

"Would you still like to be with me in the next life?"

Ji Wenliang had to wonder, why did Feng Li ask such words?And ask so seriously.

Could it be that he, like himself, has the ability to travel through time and space?

Did Feng Li also come to this world...Feng Li and Feng Ming look so similar.

But he was also afraid, afraid that such a similar appearance was just a coincidence.

It would be great if we could meet in person to confirm.

So not long after he came to this world, during a summer vacation, he made a bold and risky decision.

He chose a Monday morning. Like all Monday mornings, the hospital was busy and chaotic, filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the staff in white coats shuttled among the clothes of different colors, small and eye-catching.

In order to avoid unnecessary accidents, he wore a pair of dark jeans with no special decoration and a pure white shirt. He believed that mixing in the crowd like a grain of rice in eight-treasure porridge would never cause any trouble. Notice.

To be on the safe side, he even put on a mask to cover most of his face, leaving only a pair of slightly nervous eyes. With these eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror for a while, and then took out a pair of sunglasses from the drawer.

He originally wanted to use this pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes, but when he looked in the mirror again, he found that it was a bit strange, so he took it off.

But masks don’t matter. In hospitals, doctors, nurses, family members who are afraid of getting sick, and patients with respiratory infections all wear masks. This is nothing new.

Just like that, he walked through the gate of the inpatient department, with a father holding his daughter and a woman carrying a box of lunch.

He stepped up the steps to the fifth floor and walked into the long corridor. The doors of the wards were hidden. He looked at them through the long strips of glass inlaid on the doors, as if spying on the lives of different people. He saw too much. Too focused to notice the oncoming person.

"Ouch!"

This is a little boy about five years old, with long bangs covering his eyebrows, and a blue and white striped hospital gown that is loosely worn on his body. It took him three days to complete a painting composed of a hundred pieces. Jigsaw puzzle, the tall dinosaur family finally sat down to have a picnic together. He avoided the nurse and his mother, and couldn't wait to run to share his achievements and the joy brought by the achievements with his partners in another ward, but on the way, everything was ruined. His blood fell to the ground, and the dinosaur's head and tail fell together.

"You pay! You pay!"

He yelled so loudly that he had already attracted the attention of passing patients and nurses, and Ji Wenliang had to squat down to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother... Brother will buy you another one?"

"No! I want this!"

"Brother, help you fight together, don't sit on the ground, it's cold."

Having got the promise, the little boy finally stopped yelling, stood up and watched Ji Wenliang connect the pieces one by one, and occasionally guided him based on his experience.

"You spelled it wrong, this should go with this."

"Okay, I'll put them together."

Then they started talking, and Ji Wenliang learned a lot about this boy, for example, his name is Nan Nan, he likes cartoons, building blocks, milk and chocolate the most.

Although everything went well, Ji Wenliang sadly found that it was really difficult to complete this dinosaur cartoon picture before sunset.

And at this moment, a voice rescued him.

"Li Nannan, it's time for an examination."

Ji Wenliang raised his head from a pile of jigsaw puzzle pieces, and saw a doctor standing ten steps away, with a white coat attached to his tall body, the lapel turned up to reveal the shirt inside, a black stethoscope hanging around his neck, and a doctor on his chest. There is a rectangular hanging tag with the name and title on it.

Recognizing the identity of the person coming, Ji Wenliang immediately lowered his head and put the two pieces together.

Then the boy took his hand and gathered together the unfinished work and the remaining fragments.

"Brother, I'll go first."

Ji Wenliang stood up and watched the little boy leave with the doctor.

At the end of the corridor, the doctor turned suddenly.

"Sir, are you... a family member of the patient?"

Ji Wenliang never thought that the doctor would talk to him, and it took a long time before he said anything.

This sentence rolled in the throat, ambiguous, and no one could distinguish the information contained in it.

In order to hear better, the doctor took a few steps forward.

Ji Wenliang instinctively wanted to back away, but he stopped.

Clearing his throat, he repeated again in a low voice: "No."

"A patient?"

Other than that, Feng Ming never thought of anyone else appearing in the inpatient department of the Cardiac Surgery Department at this time.

Of course Ji Wenliang also thought of this.

"It's a patient."

"I haven't seen you."

"I'm here to see a doctor."

"Seeing a doctor is in the outpatient clinic."

Ji Wenliang was a little skeptical, is this really the hero?Talk so much?

He decided to flee the scene as soon as possible.

"Sorry... I went wrong."

"Sir," Feng Ming called to stop him from behind, "what's wrong with you?"

Ji Wenliang began to regret his recklessness, he shouldn't be so eager to prove whether Feng Ming is Feng Li.

In fact, he wanted to bang his head against the snow-white wall beside him now.

He turned around, faltering and getting up.

"It's just... um... My heart feels uncomfortable. Whenever I stay up late... I suspect it's an arrhythmia, but it's not happening now. I wanted to register, but... I went, I went wrong..."

After listening to his narration, Feng Ming took out a business card from his pocket.

"If you feel uncomfortable next time, you can come to me."

Ji Wenliang froze for a moment, then took the business card.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside, and he turned around in surprise. The rumbling thunder followed and exploded in his head.

"Son, get up soon."

Ji Wenliang suddenly opened his eyes and found that his vision was blocked by something. He picked up the blocking object and looked at it. It was the periodical he took from Ji's father yesterday.

He put the journal aside, lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, and said to Ji Mu who was still knocking on the door: "Here we come!"

When passing by the desk, I clicked the mouse, and the computer screen lit up again.

He glanced at the photo on the web page and smiled.

How could he not recognize such a voice and such an expression.

"here I am."

When the people in the hospital office heard the voice, they poked their heads out from the translucent partition, and seeing Director Wang walking in with a young man, they greeted each other: "Director Wang."

Director Wang nodded in agreement.

He is not tall, a little fat, the hair on his round head has begun to thin and turn white, and when he smiles, his eyes narrow into a slit, hidden behind thick lenses.

"I would like to introduce a new colleague to you. This is Dr. Ji Wenliangji, a graduate of Southern Medical College. He is a new doctor hired by our hospital. Come on, everyone applauds and welcomes Dr. Ji to join our family of Cardiac Surgery! "

Amid the applause of everyone, Ji Wenliang glanced across the faces, but he didn't see Feng Ming's figure.

"Xiao Ji."

He recovered.

Director Wang continued: "Come on, let me introduce you. This is Director Chen Miao Chen."

"Hello, Teacher Chen."

Ji Wenliang showed a standard smile, bent over and bowed.

"This is Director Li."

"Hello Mr. Li."

"Huh? Where's Director Feng?"

A doctor replied: "Director Feng has an operation this morning, and he hasn't finished it yet."

Director Wang pondered and said: "Didn't Xiao He, who was with Director Feng before, be transferred away? Xiao Ji, I will let Director Feng take you with me from now on. Director Feng is a young talent in our hospital, you have to study hard. "

Ji Wenliang nodded modestly and said, "You must study hard."

in the hallway.

"Doctor Xiao Ji!"

Ji Wenliang turned around.

"Mr. Song."

"Don't, don't, don't..." Song Jie waved his hands and said with a smile, "They call me old, I'm not two years older than you, and I also graduated from Southern Medical College."

Of course Ji Wenliang knew about Song Jie, he appeared several times in the book, he was also a well-known supporting role, he was a fan of the protagonist Feng Ming.

"Then Senior Brother Song."

"Well," Song Jie nodded exaggeratedly, putting his arm around Ji Wenliang's shoulder familiarly, "Senior Brother Song is right. Hey, you are not familiar with our hospital yet, let me show you around."

At this time, an old lady carrying a thermos stopped Ji Wenliang.

"Where can I get hot water?"

How did Ji Wenliang know that he looked up at Song Jie.

Song Jie replied: "Hey, go straight to the end, then turn left and you will see it."

The old lady squinted her eyes and followed Song Jie's finger, nodded her thanks, and left with heavy steps.

"Brother, when will Teacher Feng's surgery be finished?"

Song Jie raised his arm and looked at his watch, "It should be soon."

"Where is the operating room?"

"Yo, you really want to see Dr. Feng so much."

Didn't I want to meet the male lead sooner?

"Didn't I listen to Teacher Wang and want to learn from Teacher Feng earlier?"

"Yes," Song Jie smiled, "I'll take you there."

The author has something to say:

Because it involves matters related to the hospital, well, I checked some information, but what I can learn is limited after all, please correct me if there is anything wrong (bow)~