Klein bottle personality

For Ding Muyan, a patient is a patient, and there is no distinction between men, women, old and young. The difference is probably only the severity of the disease.Although the hospital assigned him a strong lineup for this operation, although many people held his hand these days and said please treat him with all his strength, even though the people waiting outside the door had entanglements with him that they could not explain clearly, when Ding Mu Yan put on the surgical gown and stood in front of the operating table, none of this mattered anymore.

As far back as he can remember, Ding Muyan has often heard words such as "death" and "disease". At that time, his father was still working in the hospital, and the most talked about with his mother was about the hospital. When he was interested in chatting, he would come directly to him at home. After a consultation, Ding Muyan would sit beside them with a skeleton doll and listen to their discussion.After he grew up, he also lived in the hospital environment for a long time, every day either "this patient has died" or "that patient is about to die".

So he is no stranger to "death", and even for a long time, in his opinion, "death" is just a physiological phenomenon like "breathing" and "heartbeat", and it is the destination of everyone.

The first time he faced death was in the ICU. At that time, Ding Muyan was still a rookie. He still remembers that the patient was only in his 40s, lying quietly on the hospital bed as if falling asleep. He just bowed his head and wrote a word. Looking up, the heart rate plummeted, and the instrument alarmed frantically.At that moment, his own heartbeat soared to [-], and he only had time to turn around and call "teacher", and the director rushed over to rescue him.

He didn't close his eyes all night, his arms were numb from the cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the director's forehead was sweating, everyone was running, and his mind couldn't accommodate other things except mechanically obeying instructions.

But the patient was not rescued after all. At dawn, the director announced his death, and his family members wept faintly in the corridor.

The director went back to the office with a stern face to make up the case. He dictated and asked Ding Muyan to type. After talking for a long time, Ding Muyan was stunned. Is your mind still sober like this? Do you still know what doctor’s order you gave? Can you save people with shaking hands like this? What kind of doctor are you with this quality! Embarrass your parents!”

Ding Muyan wiped away his tears and said "I'm sorry".

Since then, he realized that death is still different. It is the withered leaves leaving the branches, the withered flowers falling into mud, the sudden stop of the machine operation, and the irreversible end of everything.

He began to be afraid of "death", he could no longer perceive the world, his body would start to rot, his blood would no longer flow, his limbs would become stiff, and all the good things would go away.

He resisted his own death, and at the same time resisted the patient's death, and tried his best in every treatment.It has nothing to do with the last name, it has something to do with life.He kept in mind what he said: health depends on life.

In the operating room, he glanced at Xiao Huai who had been covered with sterile cloth: "Let's begin."

Outside the operating room, Xiao Jin also witnessed scenes of life and death.

Mother Xiao was taken to an office to wait, Xiao Jin couldn't sit still, chatted with her for a while, and wandered in the corridor.

He saw patients entering the operating room one after another, some of them walked in by themselves, some were pushed in while lying down, they looked dignified, and after stepping through this door, there was a battlefield without gunpowder smoke.

A nurse came to remind him to go to the waiting area for family members and not to stay in the corridor to affect the entry and exit of people.

Xiao Jin responded and was about to leave when a group of bloody doctors and nurses roared around the bed, followed by a group of crying family members.

He absolutely did not use the adjective "Whistling" wrongly. It hit like a strong wind, mixed with a strong smell of blood, flashed past in front of him, and rushed into the operating room. With just one glance, he saw a comatose man covered in blood lying on the bed. An unconscious man.

When the door with the words "Idlers are not allowed to enter the operation area" was closed, the nurse who had just reminded Xiao Jin stopped the group of excited family members at the door.

Xiao Jin vaguely heard words such as "jump off a building" and "suicide". A middle-aged woman cried so much that several people couldn't help her.

Life is insignificant, a small wound can ruin a life, life is deep and heavy, people shed tears and laugh for it, life is precious, there are always some people who are fighting for their own lives and the lives of others.

Xiao Jin walked into the waiting room and sat in the corner of the last row. Soft music was playing on the radio, medical education videos were played on the TV in a loop, and the operation status of each patient was displayed on the other screen. His father’s name Followed by "in operation".Suddenly, he remembered the hospital promotional video he had seen, looking at these three words, imagining Ding Muyan's appearance during the operation, Xiao Jin felt peaceful in his heart.

After perfectly removing the tumor, Ding Muyan took a deep breath: "Close the head."

Walking out of the operating room, he saw expectant faces, including Dean Zhu, leaders he knew and didn't know, Mother Xiao, and of course Xiao Jin.

When he said the words "the operation went well", everyone breathed a sigh of relief.He explained the operation situation and precautions in detail, while Xiao Jin listened from the side, staring straight at him.

Here Dean Zhu is comforting Mother Xiao, Xiao Jin walked to Ding Muyan and lowered his voice: "Thank you."

Ding Muyan looked at him, and in his eyes he saw the relaxation after a long time of tension.

Half an hour later, Xiao Huai woke up and was pushed back to the ward. Although he could not be called busy, there was no shortage of people around him. It was not until the evening that Xiao Huai woke up completely. After talking to his family, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Xiao Jin finally took the time to find Ding Muyan, and he still wanted to say thank you formally.

Knowing that he was in the office, Xiao Jin knocked on the door familiarly, but there was no movement for a long time.He twisted the doorknob, the door was unlocked, pushed the door open and found no one in the office.

Where would he be if he wasn't in the office?

Xiao Jin walked into the office and walked around.Ding Muyan's office is located in a very good location. There is a large window facing south. When there is natural light during the day, it gives people a bright and spacious visual sense. At this time, the sun is setting and the room is darker. A layer of golden red.

There were no lights on in the office.Xiao Jin suddenly realized this problem, if Ding Muyan was in the office just now, why didn't he turn on the light?

Something hit his chest, Xiao Jin almost jumped up: he left?

If he hadn't been called back from the airport urgently that day, he would have been in the United States long ago.What I said about clearing up after the operation didn't mean that my father was discharged from the hospital, but just the operation. Now that the operation is completed, I packed up and left immediately!

The office is so clean, the books are so neatly placed, even the office chairs are pushed under the table.

he's gone!

He did what he said, and left after the operation!

This heartless guy!

Xiao Jin's heart was pounding and almost bursting, he desperately wanted to grab something, and he was overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness that he had never felt before.

Go to the airport and catch him back!

He rushed out of the office suddenly, and within a few steps, he bumped into someone head-on.

"Ah!" Ding Muyan held his forehead and leaned against the wall, his eyes were red from the pain.

Seeing Ding Muyan, Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment.

He didn't leave!

He hasn't left himself alone!

It was as if the executioner had raised his knife, and someone came on horseback and shouted "keep the man under the knife".

Xiao Jin was ecstatic, but also ashamed of his gaffe, and said dryly, "Where have you been?"

Ding Muyan was surprised: "What's wrong with your father?"

Xiao Jin's heart became hot, he didn't expect his first reaction was to be concerned about his father's condition, he said embarrassingly: "No...no...he's in good condition..."

Ding Muyan immediately lowered his face: "Then what are you yelling at?"

"I didn't yell... I just asked where you went." Xiao Jin defended in a low voice.

"You also take care of going to the bathroom?"

"You turn off the light when you go to the bathroom?"

"Is it okay to save electricity?"

Ding Muyan entered the office and turned on the light. With the light and Ding Muyan, the office was not so deserted.

Xiao Jin heaved a sigh of relief, and sat across from him carelessly.

Ding Muyan rolled his eyes at him: "If you need something, you can call the nurse. They will find different people to solve it according to different situations. You don't need to come to me specially."

Xiao Jin hummed several times in a row, but of course he didn't dare to think that he ran away: "I have other things to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Ding Muyan asked politely, but it was clearly written on his face: It must be nothing good.

"I'll give you a red envelope, thank you for doing the surgery for my dad." Xiao Jin really took out a red envelope from his pocket, offered it with both hands, and scanned the ceiling vigilantly, "You don't have a camera here, do you?"

Ding Muyan looked at Xiao Jin with a ghostly expression: "Red envelope?"

The red envelopes are so thin that the naked eye can see that there is nothing inside without touching them.Ding Muyan opened it, and poured out two brand new ten-yuan slips.

"It's perfect, and I'll do my dad a favor." Xiao Jin explained.

This red envelope was obviously carefully prepared, and the two banknotes were so new that they could smell the fragrance of ink.

"You gave me a red envelope, and you're asking yourself for compliments?"

"same."

Ding Muyan threw the red envelope into the drawer: "Then I will accept it."

Seeing that Ding Muyan accepted the red envelope, Xiao Jin chuckled, "From now on, you can't tell others that I haven't confiscated a single cent of the red envelope."

"I'm sick!" Ding Muyan wanted to laugh, but he held back the corners of his mouth.

Seeing that Ding Muyan was in a good mood, Xiao Jin felt relieved, as long as he didn't keep a cold face, he could say anything.

"Are you free later? I'll treat you to a meal and thank you formally. Don't think too much, I have to thank any doctor, as well as Dean Zhu and the other doctors who performed the surgery." Xiao Jin finished I also feel that the second half of my sentence is a bit superfluous, but if I don't say it, I am afraid that Ding Muyan will not agree.

"Don't worry, wait until your father is discharged from the hospital."

He didn't directly refuse, and Xiao Jin jumped for joy again: "Then I will invite you alone first, and the others will talk about it."

Ding Muyan's cell phone rang, he looked down at the cell phone, and said absently: "No, if you want to treat yourself, let's invite together."

"Just eat near your courtyard, don't go far, and don't waste your time." Xiao Jin insisted.

"No need." Ding Muyan looked up, "I have an appointment."

Xiao Jin's heart tightened again in an instant: "Who?"

Just as Ding Muyan was about to speak, the door of the office was pushed open.

"Shall we go now? Or should I go and take a seat first?" said the visitor.

Xiao Jin looked back, his expression changed instantly.

Only when Xue Chuwei saw Xiao Jin was there, he smiled slightly: "Mr. Xiao, hello."

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