His women's clothing dumps all beings

A few days later, Zhen Weiliang, who returned home with Wei Zhenhan, received a call from his future mentor—his assistant asked for leave for something, and he had to go out to the clinic for a few days. student.Of course it's not free, he will pay Zhen Weiliang the internship salary according to the time.

Zhen Weiliang is an intern at the hospital where the teacher works, and is very familiar with the relevant situation.Nothing to do, he readily agreed.

The original house was sold by Zhen's father. He declined the invitation of Wei's father and Wei's mother to let him move into Wei's house. He packed up the more important things and took them back to the dormitory. .Anyway, he can live in the school dormitory now, and it won't be too late to rent a house after graduation.

As for the New Year, he decided to go to Wei Zhenhan's house.No matter what, it is still a bit miserable to stay alone in the dormitory for the new year.

Wei Zhenhan naturally respected all his decisions.

So not long after returning, Zhen Weiliang went to the hospital to report.

The assistant's job is not complicated.The main purpose is to help guide the patients who are crowded inside and outside the narrow consulting room to line up, sort out the test reports submitted by the patients, help to make appointments for surgeries, and minimize the time wasted by doctors in maintaining order, so as to allow him to complete his work more efficiently.

Doctors cannot get off work until they have finished reading the registered patients, and it is common for outpatients to see them late.At noon on the first day, Zhen Weiliang was so hungry that his chest was on his back before sending away the last patient.He shook his head, which was buzzing from the patient's noise, and was about to help the teacher sort out the materials, when he was greeted by the teacher: "Wei Liang, go to the cafeteria to eat, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, it should." Zhen Weiliang smiled.He wasn't too polite, and he went to have a meal.

The teacher is an expert outpatient clinic, and basically only works for half a day from Monday to Thursday a week, but there are a large number of patients who come to him because of his reputation, so he is extraordinarily busy.

Zhen Weiliang studied tumor surgery.Oncology is divided into medical oncology, radiotherapy oncology and surgical oncology.As the name suggests, the Department of Medical Oncology is mainly responsible for medical treatment, which is relatively easy.The Department of Radiation Oncology is responsible for radiation therapy, and the Department of Oncology Surgery is responsible for handling the scalpel.

It's not a good job.

Zhen Weiliang hastily finished his meal, got on the subway, and planned to go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep.

The second day's clinic is in the afternoon.Zhen Weiliang got up just before noon, tidied himself up, and left the school gate to take the subway.

This hospital is a new hospital area, and the conditions are much better than the old hospital area.Zhen Weiliang has also been to the old courtyard, and is even familiar with it.After all, this hospital is among the best in the country, and his mother was sent here for treatment when he was seriously ill.

He was deeply touched by the mess in the old courtyard.There are so many patients that there is no place that is not overcrowded.Amidst the noise, the little Zhen Weiliang who just got out of school anxiously walks through the crowd.There were people everywhere, and he managed to find a consultation desk, only to find out that the oncology department was in another building after asking.After finally finding it, I went in and asked, and my mother had been sent to the inpatient department.The nurse gave instructions for a long time, Zhen Weiliang's mind was buzzing, and he just looked at him stupidly.

The nurse relented.She sighed, really unable to let go of the work in hand.Fortunately, at this time, a doctor was going to make rounds in the ward, she quickly stopped him and entrusted Zhen Weiliang to the doctor.

There are six beds in the narrow ward, and there is almost no place to stay when there are too many people.There is a bathroom, very dirty and small.Zhen Weiliang insisted on staying overnight, spread out a camp bed in the corridor outside, and hung a mosquito net.Rats ran underfoot, and the red spots left by mosquito bites quickly covered all exposed skin.He opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside the corridor, almost without sleep all night.

Within a few days, my mother stubbornly went through the discharge procedures.After that, until she died silently on the bed at home, she never set foot in the hospital again.

Because of this, her pitiful assets were not all invested in the bottomless pit of cancer, but all were left to her son.In the following days, under Zhen Weiliang's careful calculation, this money prevented him from falling out of school or even starving to death.

Later, the money multiplied several times and became the biggest capital for Zhen Weiliang, whose parents both died, to settle down.

The new campus is completely different.

Zhen Weiliang walked into the brand new building, glanced at the direction of the elevator, and decided to go straight up the stairs.

The floors of the oncology department are not high.He quickly climbed the stairs and headed for the office.

After all, Zhen Weiliang is Zhen Weiliang, he did a very good job, which made the teacher very satisfied.If I have to say that there is a fly in the ointment...

Doctors and nurses often ridicule themselves, saying that they are "a kidney made of iron bladder and steel", and Zhen Weiliang, as a fledgling generation, obviously has not cultivated to such a level.

After dismissing the last patient, seeing that there were not many people waiting inside and outside the office, Zhen Weiliang endured it and couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only quickly apologize to the teacher, and then hurried to the toilet.

——It seems necessary to prepare some diapers.

Zhen Weiliang quickly unzipped his trousers, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought so.

But he never expected that after leaving, he almost never returned to the teacher's office.

……

In recent years, the relationship between doctors and patients has been tense, but the oncology department has basically no worries in this regard.

The reason is very simple, they all came to the oncology department, and the death was within the expectation of the family members.The hardest-hit areas of medical trouble are mostly in the emergency department, pediatrics, obstetrics and gynecology, otolaryngology (ENT), and ICU.The emergency department is because of "urgency", there are many people and miscellaneous, the patient's own condition is serious, and the family members are emotionally unstable, and the pediatric department is because the parents are difficult to deal with.The reasons for the accidents in the other departments are not bad, so I won't repeat them.

So Zhen Weiliang really didn't expect that he would also encounter medical problems.

It's even a little wrong, because this doctor's trouble is not directed at their tumor surgery department, but the ophthalmology department that is separated from them by a wall.

The new campus is a little far from the city center, so there is no problem in terms of land area.The floor of the outpatient building is not very high, but it occupies a large area, and several departments can be arranged on the first floor.A large part of surgical departments are located on this floor, including ophthalmology and tumor surgery.

In a hurry to go back to help, Zhen Weiliang washed his hands and casually wiped his clothes twice before walking away quickly.He was in a hurry to go back to the consulting room, and when he was about to reach the ophthalmology department, he suddenly heard a messy scream.Turning his head to look, there were disturbing figures, almost all of them were patients running away.He frowned slightly, subconsciously trotted over, looked in, and it seemed that it was the fourth consultation room that caused the commotion.

Because of the proximity, Zhen Weiliang knew a little about the ophthalmologists.He knew that Consulting Room No. [-] belonged to Professor Yong—a doctor with great medical ethics who stood at the top of his field.

The time when Professor Yong leaves the clinic is not much different from that of the teacher.Therefore, he also asked Zhen Weiliang to cook for him.

Zhen Weiliang's heart tightened, and he rushed forward without hesitation.Professor Yong's neck and head seemed to have been stabbed, and he subconsciously raised his left hand to resist.A nurse and a 30-year-old woman were injured and wanted to help.

In such a doomed age, even kung fu masters will definitely suffer a disadvantage if they face armed thugs with bare hands.

Seeing that the blade was about to hit Professor Yong's left hand, Zhen Weiliang's heart swayed, and he waved a little spiritual energy that had been hard-fought to condense these days to Professor Yong's arm, reluctantly buffering it for a moment.Seeing that the aura was split, Zhen Weiliang rushed forward recklessly, grabbed the man's wrist with his left hand, and pulled with his right hand, protecting Professor Yong behind him.

The blade sank and cut Zhen Weiliang's wrist.Zhen Weiliang hurriedly lowered his arm to avoid hurting the artery, and dared not grab the knife with the other hand, so he had to raise his leg and hit it hard.

The mob faltered.

The moves are not old, as long as they are easy to use.Zhen Weiliang took the opportunity to protect his right hand with the remaining spiritual power, snatched the knife out of his hand before the blade cut through the spiritual power, and then kicked him over.

Throwing the knife to the ground, Zhen Weiliang ignored his bleeding wrist, quickly bent down, and firmly held his hands.Just at this time, security rushed to

Seeing that the thugs were completely controlled, Zhen Weiliang breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at Professor Yong.

Fortunately, although the arm was injured, it was offset by the spirit energy a lot.Head and neck injuries need to be treated as quickly as possible.

so far so good.

After all, they were in the hospital, and the injuries of Zhen Weiliang and Professor Yong were treated quickly.Zhen Weiliang was only injured on the flesh, Professor Yong needed further observation and treatment, and was sent to the ward soon.

A colleague of his who was not at work received the call and rushed to take over his patient.

Zhen Weiliang was in a hurry to go back to help the teacher, but was told by the mobile phone that he would be given a holiday today and asked him to go back and rest quickly.

After finishing the order, the teacher hated the iron and said: "What's the situation, why are you so bold? Ah? Fortunately, you are lucky, what if something happens? Your boyfriend is gone?"

He didn't have time to type, and the voice was noisy in the background.Among the waiting patients was a little girl, her eyes widened slightly upon hearing this: Boyfriend? !

If I remember correctly, the assistant just now was a man, right? !

The little girl, who was apprehensive because she had uterine fibroids and needed surgery, suddenly became excited.

Zhen Weiliang had no choice but to go to the subway station honestly.

It's not a big deal, but the Wei family knows the hospital where Zhen Weiliang works very well.Although the memory has changed, they still remember that the ophthalmology department is next door to the oncology department.

Wei Zhenhan, who kept refreshing the latest news of this incident on various apps, soon saw the shadow of his lover in the photos posted on the Internet.

The first photo is Professor Yong.He was lying on the hospital bed, but the man's knife still slashed his arm, and his flesh and blood were turned out. In addition to the injuries to his brain and neck, the scene was quite horrific.Another photo was taken by a patient at the scene when the security guards arrived. Next to the mob was a man in a white coat, covering the wound on his left hand with his right hand. His face was mosaiced, but he still looked gentle and elegant.

Wei Zhenhan still recognized him at a glance.

No one looks better in a white coat than him.

The person who posted the photo said that it was the young doctor who subdued the thugs, otherwise it is unknown how much more damage Professor Yong would suffer.He also mentioned the family members and nurses of the patients who fought bravely against the mob.

In the comments, there was a stream of "good people live a safe life", but Wei Zhenhan was staring at the screen, his chest heaving violently.

Mother Wei also saw the news and came over to ask.Wei Zhenhan dealt with it hastily, picked up his coat and walked outside.

Standing at the subway station, he paused, he didn't know whether to go to the hospital or the school dormitory, and he was afraid that Zhen Weiliang would not be honest.Still struggling, Zhen Weiliang's future mentor has already sent him a WeChat message.

I added WeChat during the hospitalization, but I didn't expect it to be available at this time.

It stands to reason that the teacher should be too busy to look at the phone at the moment.But just at this moment, he remembered that he should notify the family members of his students, so he turned on his phone while the next patient came in.

He hurriedly told him Zhen Weiliang's whereabouts, and he put away his phone, not seeing the words of gratitude from Wei Zhenhan.

Then, he happened to meet Zhen Weiliang at the door of the dormitory.

Seeing her lover, Zhen Weiliang subconsciously hid her left hand and said stupidly: "What's wrong, come to me at this time?"

Wei Zhenhan stepped forward with a sullen face, wanting to pull his hand out, but was afraid of hurting him, so he asked, "Does it hurt?"

If Wei Zhenhan asked such a question on the phone, Zhen Weiliang would definitely fool him in order not to make him worry about such a trivial matter.Now that he was in front of him, he couldn't hide it from left to right, so he simply put down his hand and said frankly: "It's okay, just a little scratch, skin trauma."

Wei Zhenhan opened his mouth, wanting to say "don't do this next time", but felt that there could be no "next time", even if there was, Zhen Weiliang would definitely make the same decision.He also read the resume of that Professor Yong, and he knew how valuable his hands and mind were.Even if the world itself is false, the doctor, the patient, and the thug are all false, Zhen Weiliang will not allow the "people who pay for everyone" to be hurt wantonly.

He wanted to say "I'll be worried if you're like this", but he felt that this was nonsense, or he said nonsense that would cause trouble for his lover.He wanted to say "it's fine", but felt that this sentence was too flimsy, and it was easy for his lover to ignore the seriousness of the matter.What if this is not a false world where Wei Zhenhan can change the established facts?What if the lover is really hurt a lot?

He could only be silent.

Zhen Weiliang's heart skipped a beat, and he could only smile flatteringly: "Well...it's getting late, let me treat you to dinner. There's a Chongqing hot pot near the school that's good—"

"You can't eat spicy food right now, it's not good for the recovery of the wound." Wei Zhenhan remained expressionless.

Zhen Weiliang said in his heart that this theory does not seem to be valid in this world, but he dared not refute it—although the person in front of him is the "creator" of this world, he seems to be subject to some restrictions and cannot really do whatever he wants.

Zhen Weiliang had no choice but to say: "Then, coconut chicken hotpot?"

Wei Zhenhan: "It's too expensive, you can't afford it."

Zhen Weiliang really wants to say that I can still afford it now, and the coconut chicken is not too expensive at around [-] per person.But it's not very good to refute back at this time, so he had no choice but to say weakly: "Well, there is a tea restaurant near the school that is relatively cheap and tastes good."

Wei Zhenhan nodded this time.He said: "Very good, you can drink more porridge now."

Zhen Weiliang's eyes darkened.

He knew very well that what Wei Zhenhan meant was not simply to let him drink "more" porridge, but...

Tonight, Wei Zhenhan eats meat and vegetables and desserts, Zhen Weiliang... drinks porridge.

The author has something to say: here is not a specific imitation of which hospital, but a composite of many hospitals I have been to (because I have bipolar disorder, I have to go to the hospital once or twice a month to get medicine, and the article is hospitalized. Part of it is the real experience with my dad when I was first diagnosed, because the impression is so deep that I seem to have written it many times in various places).The main thing is that tumor surgery is rarely independent now, and many hospitals do not, so I simply set it according to the needs.

In addition, I planned to have myopia surgery years ago, and I have already checked in the hospital, and I am currently waiting for the lens customization required for the surgery to be completed, so I know more about ophthalmology (and psychiatry) (and therefore I was very angry when Dr. Oncology is really no contact.If there is a bug, please point it out.