Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Song Nuan saw the bleeding on the computer without wearing glasses. The hematoma was forced into the ventricle. She wailed in her heart, but her face remained expressionless. She took out her mobile phone and contacted the neurosurgeon for consultation.

Director Meng asked Song Nuan's opinion, "It's done, what's the matter, push it back?"

"Wait for the neurosurgery doctor's consultation. I'll push the patient outside first."

"Let me help you." Cerebral hemorrhage patients need to stay in bed absolutely to minimize jolts. Director Meng called another person, and the four of them jointly moved the patient to the bed. As soon as the bed was pushed out of the CT room, Song Nuan saw Chang Yuannan , came in time.

Chang Yuannan apologized first, "Doctor Song, I have caused you trouble, I went to the consultation."

"It's okay." Song Nuan wasn't angry but didn't smile either, "Director Meng, thank you."

"You're welcome, I'll go in for an inspection, and I'll let you know when the time to go to the countryside is fixed." Director Meng waved his hand and entered the operating room again.

Chang Yuannan asked, "What's the condition of the patient?"

Song Nuan called Chang Yuannan to the side of the corridor: "There was a massive brain hemorrhage. I called Shenwai. I may need another surgery. I haven't told my family yet. You should communicate with them."

Chang Yuannan was taken aback, "Cerebral hemorrhage?"

Song Nuan pinched her waist, "Yes, speak louder."

"Oh, sorry, I'm a little surprised."

"What's so surprising, history of high blood pressure, severe headache and vomiting, lethargy, pupil changes, no bleeding." Song Nuan has always despised Chang Yuannan's professional level since she was in school.

"Thank you, it's a good thing you're here. I heard from them that you haven't eaten yet, so go back quickly, and I'll come later."

"Okay." Song Nuan was really hungry and flustered, so she stopped being polite and went back to the ward listlessly.

Fortunately, except for bed 6, the other patients were safe and sound. After eating lunch, Song Nuan managed to squint for half an hour. Then it was time to go to work. She made a cup of coffee to prepare for the new wave of patients.

Lin Shuang went shopping to buy clothes at noon, and when he came back, he found that the bed was gone. It was true that the bed and the patients were gone. When he entered the door, he asked, "Where is our bed?"

Song Nuan replied while writing the medical records, "Oh, it's bleeding, and it must have been transferred to the intensive care unit."

"Ah? Oh my god, that's not right, isn't Chang Yuannan the noon shift? Why do you seem to understand it very well?" Lin Shuang is a quiet little fairy, and it is rare for her to lose her composure.

Song Nuan knocked on the table and complained, "You are vacant, I accompanied the patient to do the CT, I called the consultation, and I watched the noon shift."

"Then it's hard work for you, but you are taking the noon shift for Chang Yuannan, so I don't owe you any favors." Xu Zhen came in with a water glass in his hand, and interjected.

Song Nuan condemned, without conscience. "

"Well, I was just eaten by a dog." Xu Zhen was not very interested.

Seeing that Xu Zhen was in a bad mood, Lin Shuang asked her, "What's wrong with you, Sister Xu." Lin Shuang, a little fairy, had stayed in the Northeast for several years, and she would utter a Northeast dialect from time to time.

"It's okay, I had an argument with my partner last night, and Dabao fell asleep, so I dragged him to the garage and quarreled all night." Xu Zhen has a quick temper, and quarrels are common, but it's still okay to go to the garage to quarrel. Too scary.

"What's the situation? Your elder brother Du is very family-friendly." Song Nuan always felt that Xu Zhen was in the midst of blessings and didn't know how to be blessed. Her husband took care of the child in the middle of the night, cooked for her, and prepared lunch boxes. Their daughter was six years old and never had anything to do. Don't look for mom, just call dad.

"It's not because of my mother-in-law." Xu Zhen put the glass down on the table, and it looked like he wanted to quarrel again.

The little fairy Lin Shuang came to persuade the fight, "Shut up, it's time for work."

"Sister Xu, you are all here, the 6th bed has been transferred." Chang Yuannan just rushed back from the surgery, and began to report his condition as soon as he entered the door.

Xu Zhen, a doctor in charge of six beds, quickly sat down and wrote the medical record of the transfer, "Thank you, Xiao Chang, I will take care of the rest, don't worry about it."

"You're welcome, Doctor Song is here to help." Chang Yuannan didn't take the credit, "Doctor Song, are you okay in the ward at noon?"

Song Nuan shook her head slowly, she was really sleepy, "It's fine."

"That's good, thanks to having you here at noon today, thank you."

Song Nuan has always distinguished between public and private, and it is impossible to delay the patient's treatment because of her past with Chang Yuannan, "You are polite, it should be."

Xu Zhen and Lin Shuang couldn't help but glanced at each other. These two were lovers before, and they had a fight two days ago, and they can still get along so peacefully. It's amazing.

Song Nuan sneered again, she knew what the two people opposite were thinking without thinking, and she was too lazy to argue with them.

"Doctor, is the Department of Encephalopathy here?" A patient at the nurse station asked with a hospital certificate.

Well, a new patient came again, Song Nuan yelled outside, "Come here."

Chang Yuannan seemed to have something to say, but seeing Song Nuan getting busy, he didn't say any more.

After a busy day, Song Nuan and Li Zihan were finally able to drink a cup of tea in peace at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Lin Shuang asked, "How many patients are here?"

"Fourteen." Song Nuan struggled to speak, and after asking about her medical history for a day, her voice became hoarse.

"Small meaning, you used to be able to do it by yourself." Xu Zhen is familiar with Song Nuan and often jokes with her.

"Listen, I'm superfluous." Li Zihan sighed, she did work slower, but Song Nuan's hands were so fast that she couldn't catch up with her. Of the fourteen patients, Song Nuan handled nine of them by herself.

"I'll answer the phone." Song Nuan's phone rang, and she explained to Li Zihan, and went to the duty room to answer the phone.

"Hello, why do you have time to call?"

Zhu Yilong finished work early, taking advantage of Song Nuan's absence from get off work, he hurriedly made a phone call, "I don't have a show this afternoon, today is the outpatient clinic, are you tired?"

"I'm tired, I'm exhausted, you've got the timing right, I've just finished my work."

Zhu Yilong heard that Song Nuan was very tired, "Has a hoarse voice? Drink more warm water."

"I'm drinking. Did you shoot well in the morning?" Song Nuan remembered that Zhu Yilong was in a very good state a few days ago. In the past two days, he probably encountered a bottleneck period. What happened to the shooting was wrong, and he was a little anxious after accumulating. I knew that I should bring him Take an anti-anxiety drug.

Zhu Yilong sighed, "Not too good."

Song Nuan was worried about Zhu Yilong's state, perhaps because he had received too much attention, and he was putting more and more pressure on himself, "What's wrong? Are you putting too much pressure on yourself?"

"Nuan, how would the doctor react when he saw the death of a patient?" Zhu Yilong didn't answer, but asked a professional question instead.

Song Nuan didn't react, "What?"

"I'm making a medical film, and I'm a surgeon." Zhu Yilong explained the background of his role.

"Medical movies, there are very few of the same type, and the director is so courageous. Hey, why didn't you tell me earlier, I can give you a questionnaire in the hospital." Regarding Zhu Yilong's work, Song Nuan actually rarely asked, Of course, Zhu Yilong rarely gets involved with Song Nuan's patients. They all believe that there should be independent space and close distance. In addition, the two of them spend so little time together that they can't finish talking nonsense, and there is really no time to get down to business.

"I didn't deliberately hide it from you. I tried to say it several times but I didn't have time. I'm also afraid of you. I'm afraid that you think I accept this type of movie because of you."

"How come?" Song Nuan never thought that Zhu Yilong would be emotional when dealing with work. He knew too well what path he should take, and this path would not be changed by others. "Don't you have a medical consultant?"

"Yes, but I want to communicate with you." Zhu Yilong actually talked with medical consultants, but most of them were limited to the level of professional knowledge, not the discussion of the spiritual world.

Song Nuan thought for a while, and answered truthfully, "How should I put it? First of all, I will probably think about whether we have made any mistakes, how to explain to the family members, and quickly draw a straight-line ECG, and then handle the discharge and drug withdrawal, write the death case discussion early, and open Death certificates, well, that's about it."

This was Zhu Yilong's unexpected answer, "Really?"

Song Nuan laughed at herself: "Why, do you think I'm cold and heartless?"

"No, I, I won't act like this in the movies." Zhu Yilong is not a childish man who has never experienced anything in the world. If you think about it carefully, you will understand that Song Nuan is telling the truth.

"This is indeed my opinion. Believe me, this may be the true opinion of most clinical doctors, unless, ah, your movies can't be made like this." Song Nuan suddenly woke up. The doctors in the main theme TV series all He is a god who doesn't go to work, eat, get sick, and doesn't fight back when beaten or scolded.

Zhu Yilong smiled wryly: "Probably not."

Song Nuan changed the question, "You are acting as the attending doctor? How many years have you been working?"

"Uh, deputy high school, ten years. In the play, he is set to be a genius, and he will be promoted to high school immediately." Zhu Yilong was a little embarrassed to even praise the characters in the play.

"That's right, a talented person with high knowledge. I haven't seen anything after working for ten years. I should have gotten used to being calm by now. There are no ups and downs. Even if you pretend to be extremely sad, your heart should be compassionate and indifferent. This is humane." .”

"Well, let me think about it again. Just now, what did you mean?" Zhu Yilong was very interested in Song Nuan's unfinished words.

Song Nuan thought about the inpatients in the past, "Unless, unless you encounter people and things that are particularly touching, such as this patient who has been hospitalized for a long time and has feelings for us, such as an unpredictable death that happens suddenly and is too shocking to accept. .”

"For example, a loved one."

Song Nuan felt that this sentence was unlucky, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I remember I just sprained my foot, and you cried." Zhu Yilong recalled the past, tenderness surged, and he especially wanted to hug Song Nuan.

"Yes, you are the love of my heart. I can't bear even a little pain. I wish I could replace you with my own body. So, please protect yourself and don't make me worry." Song Nuan missed Zhu Yilong, just She hadn't seen her for half a month, and she felt like it had been thousands of years, so she was honest and frank about her feelings.

Song Nuan was often shy, and she didn't even dare to give gifts in person. Zhu Yilong wanted to tease her, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard such an expression of true feelings.

"Honey, I miss you." Song Nuan leaned her head against the wall, she missed him like crazy.

"Nuan, I'm fine, really. I miss you too." Zhu Yilong suddenly felt that his words were powerless, and he didn't know how to comfort Song Nuan.

Song Nuan cheered up, "Don't talk about these things, you finally finished work early, go catch up on sleep."

"Don't worry, I still want to continue to consult Dr. Song, is that okay?" Zhu Yilong adjusted the atmosphere.

"Yes, transfer the consultation fee."

"Hehe, good. I want to ask, how did the patient feel before he died?"

"I haven't died, I don't know." Song Nuan responded humorously.

"Haha, that makes sense."