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Gland Department, Affiliated Hospital of Capital Medical University.

Ding Qishan, director of the Glandular Department with mostly gray hair, was sitting at his desk, analyzing cases for four intern students surrounded by a circle.

"The glands of omega can only be marked by alpha. If beta imitates alpha and bites the gland of omega, what kind of consequences will it cause?" Ding Qishan pushed his glasses, turned around and looked around among the four students. One of the white coats nodded, "Xiaolu, please answer."

Lu Shiqing didn't need to think for too long, he was familiar with all the knowledge points in the book, and immediately replied: "Beta doesn't have the ability to mark omega glands, it will only cause gland damage, infection, and severe damage. and nerves, which may subsequently cause symptoms such as susceptibility to omega pheromones and abnormal fever.”

"The answer is very good." Ding Qishan nodded with satisfaction, "Gland knowledge is difficult or difficult, but it is also simple and simple. The key lies in familiarity and precision. In this regard, Xiaolu has done a good job. In the future, you can consider developing in the gland department."

A few people around cast all sorts of connotative glances, envy or jealousy.Lu Shiqing smiled politely, avoided other people's eyes, lowered her head slightly, and said, "You've praised me, I still have a lot of shortcomings."

The words are very decent, but not self-effacing, Lu Shiqing really thinks so.

After all, medicine is a practical subject, and to be a good doctor does not depend solely on being familiar with various professional knowledge, but also requires practitioners themselves.In addition to the clichés of being bold, careful, and responsible, Lu Shiqing seems to have irreparable shortcomings in becoming a doctor.

Smell is also a very important indication in clinical work, especially in the department of glands. The smell, type, and concentration of pheromones are all important indicators to help judge the state of a patient's glands.

And he lost his sense of smell.

Before that, Lu Shiqing was not ignorant of this.On the contrary, he gave up the self-enrolment quota of Capital University of Science and Technology after the college entrance examination, and insisted on filling in Capital Medical University. It seems that he is ready to face many restrictions in the future.

Speaking of why he insisted on reporting to Capital Medical University...he never mentioned the reason to anyone, and maybe he himself didn't know it very well.

At that time, people around him were persuading him, why bother wasting such high scores and better opportunities.Even my mother rarely called him a few times because of this, scolding him for being mentally ill, and whether he must learn from his heartless father.

The moment he submitted his volunteer, his cell phone was still ringing.Everyone thought that he had made a big mistake and wanted to persuade him to turn around.

But Lu Shiqing seemed to cut off all the voices from the outside world. At the moment when the submission was successful, he was actually very contradictory. He felt his heart was filled with something and felt lost.

It's just that if you don't want to fail the things you have agreed upon, someone must come to the appointment.

Now in its fifth year, the reasons don't seem to matter all that much.

Since the figure who threw himself into the rainy night decided never to look back, maybe he should do so.

Ding Qishan took a few interns to complete the ward rounds, and was stopped by the head nurse on the way back to the department to get off work, saying that a comatose patient had been sent to the emergency department with fresh pinholes in his glands, and he was probably going to be admitted to the gland department. Send someone over to take charge.

The patients sent in at this time are like asking them to work overtime temporarily, and everyone avoids their eyes, as if they are afraid of calling their names.

Ding Qishan sighed and was about to leave when Lu Shiqing took the initiative to say, "Director, let me go."

"Okay, let the others get off work first." Ding Qishan patted Lu Shiqing on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go together."

When Lu Shiqing followed Ding Qishan into the ward, various life support instruments were operating in an orderly manner, and the patient's vital signs had stabilized.

The patient lying on the bed seemed very thin, even the ups and downs of breathing were weak, his shoulders and head were tightly blocked by the nurse's body, and only one hand was exposed to rest on the side of the bed.

Ding Qishan stood by the hospital bed, checking the patient's state of consciousness.Lu Shiqing followed and stood by the bed. He couldn't see the patient's face, but looked down at the hand resting on the bed.

The knuckles were thin and pale, curled up naturally, without a trace of blood, but the area above the wrist was extremely red and swollen, and there was even a slight eschar, which should be a burn.

"Student, the patient's burnt skin is covered with foreign matter, please help me deal with it." The nurse said to Lu Shiqing while preparing the medicine.

"...Okay." Lu Shiqing was in a trance for a moment, and then he answered when he came back to his senses. Putting on his gloves, he squatted down and carefully treated the wound on the patient's wrist.

The foreign body the nurse said was a layer of flesh-colored adhesive tape attached to the skin. It probably came into contact with an open flame. The surface was burnt black, and the edges were slightly turned up, but it protected the tender meat inside from being directly affected by the open flame. It was only a slight burn. , but also requires medication.

Lu Shiqing pinched the edge of the adhesive tape, slowly peeled it off, and accidentally lost his mind again.

He has seen many shocking injuries. The burns in front of him are not serious, but the direction of the knuckles and the shape of the wrist bones seem to slightly overlap with the dusty fragments in his memory.

Those hands that he held tightly and kissed countless times.

It was plumper than the dry knuckles in front of him, the fingertips were soft rather than rough, and the skin was white and smooth. When it was held in his hand, it would be tacitly held back and rubbed gently on his little finger.

Think about what to do with these.Lu Shiqing sneered in her heart, and continued to concentrate on treating the patient's wounds.

The adhesive tape was half removed, exposing the reddened skin with some blisters around the edges.Perhaps the adhesive part of the adhesive tape and the skin was forcibly separated, which affected the wound and caused painful stimulation. The originally quiet hand shook suddenly, as precisely as it had been practiced many times before, and grabbed Lu Shiqing's hand .

The touch that can be felt through the glove seems very familiar, but Lu Shiqing subconsciously grasped it back, and then let it go suddenly as if touching an open flame.There were a few rounds of panic in the usually calm eyes, as if even he was surprised how he had such a conditioned reflex.

Doctors need to keep calm at all times, but obviously Lu Shiqing couldn't do it at the moment.Fluctuating emotions affected the movements of the hands. The hand that slowly peeled off the tape trembled, and suddenly tore off the remaining half. The scene exposed was more acute than the pain of peeling off the tape. Even the nurses on the side were overwhelmed with surprise. Take a breath.

A cutting scar across the wrist, and rough suture marks, even though the scabs had long since scabbed, were still extremely eye-catching, like a centipede embedded in the skin, hideous and ugly.

Lu Shiqing's shoulders trembled slightly.

The owner of the scar was still holding onto his hand tightly, even the strength seemed to have left a brand on his hand, and the degree of skin and flesh depression was the same as before.

Lu Shiqing didn't believe in coincidences, but felt that it was a fluke if it was a coincidence at this moment.

Let him be lucky enough to escape from the dead and avoid the pain of a second heart-breaking.

"The patient is awake," said the nurse.

Lu Shiqing stood where he was. He heard the nurse's words, but he seemed unable to react, as if he was waiting for a judgment, his eyes were like a pile of ashes, but he was waiting for an opportunity to rekindle where no one noticed.

The patient quickly regained consciousness and turned his head with great effort. He seemed to realize that it was impolite to hold something warm in his hand. source.

Although there was very light makeup on his face, Lu Shiqing could tell at a glance that the skin under the makeup was almost morbidly pale, his eyes were gray and decadent, even slightly sunken deep in the eye sockets, no longer the lively look of the past.

Such a pair of absent-minded eyes, but the gaze is the death sentence sentenced by heaven.

Ding Qishan briefly checked the condition of the glands, ordered Lu Shiqing to make medical records, and then left the ward.

Lu Shiqing moved the hand that had just been grasped stiffly, took out a pen from his pocket, and recorded the patient's information on the paper.

"Name."

The person on the hospital bed opened his mouth, but was unable to make a sound for a long time.

But Lu Shiqing didn't seem to need a personal answer.

On his own initiative, he seems to be very unskilled in writing, slowly writing down the name that has been repeated countless times in his mouth, on paper, and in his heart.

Chen Fang.