Feihu Renxin [Flying Tigers + on call 36 hours]

"Don't look, everyone is leaving." Song Weiyi turned around and saw Zhuo Yuan clutching his stomach and looking ahead, thinking he was looking at Han Tao and his teammates.

Zhuo Yuan held Song Wei's hand nervously, and explained: "I really have nothing to do with Ah Hui, you must believe me." Even if Han Tao misunderstood him and his brothers doubted him, Wei Wei couldn't help but believe me.

Song Wei is angry, the problem now is not whether he believes him or not, but that all his brothers don't believe him.How could this person never focus on the right place?Immediately said angrily: "Can you find a way to explain to your brothers first?"

"Wei Wei, it's not me." Zhuo Yuan grabbed Song Wei and wanted to explain further, when Song Wei's pager rang.

Song Wei glared at Zhuo Yuan, who had no eyesight: "Think about it yourself." Ignored him, raised his hand to stop the car and rushed to the hospital.

Zhuo Yuan watched Song Wei throw himself away and get into the taxi without looking back, feeling desolate in his heart.So even Weiwei doesn't believe in herself?I really have nothing to do with Ah Hui, I really don't have any affection for Ah Hui now, what I like now, what I like is...

Zhuo Yuan watched the taxi go away helplessly.

"Tell me about the situation." Song Wei hurried back to the hospital.

"The injured person was injured in a car accident and was admitted to the hospital. His body temperature was 36.5°C, his heart rate was 114 beats per minute, his respiration was 25 beats per minute, and his blood pressure was 90/55mmHg."

"Sir, do you know where you are now?" Song Wei asked.

"Hospital." Although it was a bit difficult to speak, the patient clearly explained where he was.

"The patient is conscious, with cyanotic lips and shortness of breath." Song Wei stretched out his hands to hold on to the patient's limbs and body, "The limbs are clammy and cold, and there is a 3cm x 3cm gap in the right chest wall, accompanied by bleeding." Bending close to the patient's wound, "There is hissing Hiss."

"Open pneumothorax, accompanied by shock. Jiajia, you help him pressurize and bandage the wound. I will perform closed chest drainage for him now. Pay attention to my technique."

When Song Wei returned home from work, it was almost midnight, and Che Che hadn't rested yet, and was tinkering with something in the kitchen.

"Cheche, are you still asleep?" Song Wei went over curiously to have a look.

"Weiwei, are you back? Are you hungry? I'll cook you some noodles...uh...but I have to wait a while." Che Che glanced at the workbench that was piled up with various ingredients, but couldn't find it for a while. The place cooks noodles for Song Wei.

Song Wei wasn't hungry either, so he simply rolled up his sleeves to help, so scared that Che Che quickly pushed Song Wei away: "Wei Wei, I know you are kind, but you must not go into the kitchen. Last time you cooked pasta for me , I did three hours of cleaning to get the kitchen back to normal."

So this time, Che Che must not let Song Wei in.

"But you also praised me last time that the pasta I made was super delicious." Song Wei muttered dissatisfiedly.

"It's really delicious, but if I had known that the price would be three hours of cleaning, I still wouldn't let you cook it." Che Che was very firm this time, determined not to let Song Wei help.

Song Wei couldn't resist her, so he resentfully poured himself a glass of water and went to take a bath.

"Cheche, what are you up to tonight? Is there a tea party at the community center tomorrow?" Song Wei's voice came from the bathroom.

Che Che responded loudly: "No, Onion, please let me make food for your party."

"What!" Song Wei poked his head out quickly, "That Onion guy actually asked you to help, how dare he!"

Che Che glanced at Song Weiyi, her hair was still dripping with water, half of her bare shoulders were exposed, and she let her in amusedly: "You continue to take a shower. I don't have anything to do anyway, so I just help out."

"By the way, you are busy until midnight, is this called a way? Cheche, you can't be too nice to Onion. If you are too nice, you will be easily bullied. If you ask for anything, you won't be able to rely on it. Just like Zhuang Zhuoyuan It's okay, why are you so enthusiastic about helping Mr. Zhan chase his girlfriend? It's none of his business to be a couple. If they want to break up, they break up. If they want to get back together, they get back together. It's nothing for him to step in. It's okay now, no good intentions Good news, the burden of shaving one's head is hot, brother offended, sister-in-law is attached again, it's really inexplicable..."

Song Wei's voice became softer and softer, and finally only the sound of rushing water could be heard.Che Che is funny, is Wei Wei chatting with herself, how can she talk to herself?

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