passenger

Qiao Hao piled up a pile of medical records in front of him.

As one of the busiest departments in the hospital, the patients in the respiratory department have never stopped.

Qiao Hao is always blamed because he "favorites taking in patients".Today, five more outpatient clinics in his hands have been admitted, and the beds in the entire ward are already full.

New arrivals should be recorded in the hospital records, and of course those who have just been discharged should also write a discharge summary and doctor's orders.

It's embarrassing to push these tasks to interns, so Qiao Hao can only work overtime and do it himself.

Anyway, he lives close by.

I worked hard for more than two hours, and when I looked up again, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Someone was standing at the door of the office, Qiao Hao twisted his eye sockets, only to realize that the person was Shi Dongdong.

"How long have you been standing?" Qiao Hao stood up and asked.

"Just here." Shi Dongdong answered him with the corners of his mouth curved.

"Come in."

"Can you enter your office casually?" Shi Dongdong made a surprised expression.

"It's not working time, I'm rushing to catch up on medical records." Qiao Hao explained.

Shi Dongdong smiled, as if he had been invited, he walked in quite satisfied.

The office is very small, with four desks in a room less than ten square meters. This is the office shared by Qiao Hao and several other residents.

At this time, only Qiao Hao was there, and his desk was full of medical records, but they were in order.

"Go ahead." Shi Dongdong pulled up a chair and sat at the desk opposite Qiao Hao.

Of course Qiao Hao couldn't continue, he put the pen on his hand and looked at Shi Dongdong face to face.

The man was wearing a hospital gown and sat opposite him with a harmless face.

Qiao Hao remembered his contemptuous words to another person during the day.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"You still use this kind of pen?" Shi Dongdong's eyes fell on the pen in Qiao Hao's hand.

It was a Hero brand fountain pen, a pen that was very popular in the 80s, the upper part was black and the lower part was silver, the kind of absorbent pen.

Qiao Hao twirled the pen between his fingers habitually, a little embarrassed, "Is it very dirty?"

"No, very accent." Shi Dongdong said, and took the pen from Qiao Hao's hand across half of his body from the opposite table, "Is there any paper?"

Qiao Hao tore up a blank doctor's order form in his hand and gave it to him.

Shi Dongdong scribbled a few words on it, and then felt sincerely, "It's really easy to write, where did you buy this kind of antique? Is it expensive?"

"It's very cheap, you won't believe it, it only costs seven or eight yuan." Qiao Hao smiled.

In fact, he saw this pen in a small stationery store when he went to Shanghai to attend a medical training. As soon as he saw it, he remembered the scene when he was practicing calligraphy when he was a child, so he bought a dozen at a time.

"You are a very nostalgic person." Shi Dongdong said, and tilted his neck to write a few words on the paper.

"I just think this pen is quite useful..." Qiao Hao was a little embarrassed.

Shi Dongdong had already stood up, walked up to Qiao Hao, and inserted the pen into the breast pocket of Qiao Hao's white coat, "Not only is it durable, but it also looks good when inserted here."

Qiao Hao suddenly felt awkward because of the distance between them.

Shi Dongdong stood in front of him, slightly bent his upper body, facing his chest.

Qiao Hao could clearly see his facial features, his forehead, the hair on his forehead, and the eyelashes under his hair.

Shi Dongdong has always looked very clean.

Qiao Hao felt this way when he first saw him, white and clean, clear and bland, with weak writing.

Later, countless times in his imagination, it was also like this image.

But now that after so many years, when this image appeared so clearly in front of his eyes, Qiao Hao felt unreal again.

The breath of that person's proximity made him feel dazed for a moment.

"Have you been transferred to the ward?" Qiao Hao heard his own voice.

Shi Dongdong stood up straight, with a smile on his face, "You went to find me?"

"I happened to meet a colleague from the neurology department and asked about it." Qiao Hao said hastily.

Shi Dongdong was a little disappointed, "I thought you cared about me," he sighed, and said again, "My dad forced me to change. He will be happy only if I live comfortably."

"Your father treats you very well..." Qiao Hao was about to say this when there was a commotion in the corridor outside the door.

Someone is yelling doctor.

Someone is running.

Weeping was also faintly heard.

Qiao Hao bounced quickly, he knew it was something wrong with the patient in the ward.

"I'll go out and have a look, you wait for me here."

After leaving these words, Qiao Hao ran out of the office.

The patient was in a ward not far from the office, so the doctor on duty hadn't come when Qiao Hao arrived.

The patient happened to be Qiao Hao admitted today, a 17-year-old boy.

At this moment, the boy was lying stretched out on the hospital bed panting, breathing in less and exhaling more, his whole face was bruised, blood vessels and veins burst out in both hands holding the bed sheet.

As soon as Qiao Hao entered, he was held back by the child's mother.

"Doctor, please help Xiao Ning! He is dying of breath!"

Qiao Hao patted her and ran to the bed.He tore off the boy's collar and quickly helped him sit up.However, the boy suddenly stood up before he could support himself, and then his whole body went limp.

Qiao Hao called out his name loudly.

Just before Shi Dongdong entered the office, he wrote it in the hospitalization record. At that time, he was still thinking that this person's name was very nice, "An Ning".

The patient named An Ning was in shock at this time, Qiao Hao touched his chest and found that he didn't even have a heartbeat.

"Hurry up and call the doctor on duty to bring the first aid equipment!" Qiao Hao shouted to the nurse who came behind him, with his right thumb and middle finger skillfully straddled a span in front of the patient's chest, and then interlaced his fingers to perform external compressions.

He did it very hard, and his whole body vibrated with the movement of his hands. Then, he leaned over to give artificial respiration to the patient, and without any hesitation, he blew into the mouth of the patient who was pinched open with his hands without hesitation.The two actions are carried out successively.

The woman who was crying next to her could no longer make a sound.

The expression on her face was too complicated, full of sadness and fear, but also hope and persistence.The tears she held back turned into a stubborn watcher on her face. As if she suddenly woke up, she began to call her son's name over and over again.

Nurses and doctors on duty pushed the emergency equipment to the bedside in the fastest time.

Qiao Hao didn't stop, beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.

Except for the mother's call, the whole ward became quiet.

Then, there was a faint but firm beeping sound from the ECG monitor.

The nurse quickly put the oxygen mask on the boy's face, Qiao Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and retreated from the bed wearily.In the silence, he even heard his own heartbeat.

Then, he saw the door of the ward, Shi Dongdong was looking at him.