Sleepless Doctor

Text 1197 Trust Beyond Time and Space

Two hours later, Wu Mian and the nurses hung pictures on the walls of the corridor.

One time node after another, like a diary one after another, records the patient's admission to discharge clearly.

Even if Wu Mianlang's heart is like iron, he feels a little bit sad when he sees the clear picture record.

"Nurse Sun, this is you. Watch at night, as if you are asleep!" A patient pointed to a painting. In the picture, a nurse wearing protective clothing was sitting on a chair and guarding the patients in his area. And her sitting posture is not standard, tiredness and fatigue can be clearly seen on the drawing paper.

"Well, I could have persisted at night, but I was very sleepy listening to you snoring. One day I dozed off and almost didn't fall." A nurse said.

Wu Mian smiled.

Being considerate and supporting each other is the best and most harmonious doctor-patient relationship he has ever seen.

Doctors no longer need to look at patients like doctors, and patients don't need to look at doctors who want to empty their wallets to look at doctors.

Everyone has a purpose to cure the new type of pneumonia.

Moreover, the patients do not need to spend their own money.

In an instant, countless words flooded Wu Mian's heart.

Wu Mian, who works hard with one heart, is usually difficult to understand, and can only show the ancient style in the history books. The most recent time was supposed to be to resist US aggression and aid Korea. Decades have passed, but I did not expect to become a role in this picture one day.

Although it doesn't matter, it is a brick after all, a screw, trying to do what I can do.

Wu Mian looked at the sketches in the gallery with a smile, thinking that he should make up for a few moments.

The patients and medical staff were particularly interested in Gou Xiaoming's paintings. They kept talking and guessing what day they were and what they were doing at that time.

In one of the paintings, everyone who saw it remained silent and no one spoke. But there were more and more people watching in front of the sketch.

In the picture, a national flag, a thin, ordinary person standing in front of the national flag with his right hand clenched on the side of his head.

He seemed to be saying something to the national flag, like a volunteer and party member to maintain order, and like Gou Xiaoming himself.

Wu Mian stared at this scene blankly, just like everyone else, silent.

This is a group portrait, a group portrait expressed in a person's posture.

The sketch is simple and unpretentious, yet back to the basics, using only simple pictures to outline the aspirations of everyone who has entered the shelter hospital.

At that time, people were distraught, but after entering the Fangcang shelter hospital and seeing the national flag, most people calmed down and gave almost unlimited trust.

Wu Mian remembered the dialogue between himself and the principal, and cherished each other in front of the battle.

At that time, the same was true for the medical staff who rushed to help from all over the world.

Presumably, a nervous patient will have a strange emotion in his heart the moment he sees the national flag.

This is a release from the founding of the People’s Republic of China to the fight against the United States and Korea, to rescue and disaster relief, earthquake relief, etc., the release of confidence in the use of manpower to fight natural disasters.

No hypnotist can do this.

This is a kind of power, a power that transcends time and space.

Fortunately, I won this time without shame. Wu Mian let out a long sigh, his mask full of water vapor.

At that time, I was about to take off the protective clothing and transformed into an ordinary patient to maintain order and avoid stampede incidents. Unexpectedly, a national flag silently did things that I couldn't imagine.

Wu Mian slowly walked to the front of the plain face. He stood very far away, and most people stopped here.

A few minutes later, the noisy voice gradually stopped, only the voice of chatting in the shelter hospital came.

The patient in the front felt something, recalling how he felt when he first arrived at the shelter hospital, subconsciously imitating the back figure in the picture, raising his right hand, making a fist, and placing it on the side of his head.

This action seemed to be infinitely contagious, one person after another raised their hands and clenched fists.

The monstrous flood descended from the sky with the wildness of extinction. A huge city with a population of tens of millions and a medical system with dozens of large tertiary hospitals have no resistance, almost instantly on the verge of collapse.

But this time, he still came over, no matter how sinister the situation was.

What does it rely on?

Wu Mian is very clear, saying that the unity of the Chinese people must be divided into time and place.

Whether in Europe, America or Southeast Asia, the absolute number of Chinese and overseas Chinese is very high, and the economy accounts for a large proportion, but without unity, they can only be reduced to lambs.

Domestically,

Tasks that seem impossible to complete are completed by countless doctors and nurses, countless patients, countless volunteers, and countless people who insist on working in the factory.

These scattered people are threaded up by a thread,

And this line has no appearance, if there is one, it will end up on the national flag.

Wu Mian's eyes were a little moist, he put down his hands, turned and left.

It's not that there is shame in crying in front of people. Someone can already see people wiping their eyes with the back of their hands in the crowd.

Wu Mian is afraid that the goggles can’t work because of crying. Now that the overall situation has been determined, countless meticulous work is needed to completely kill the genesis-level virus~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As for the future, Wu Mian will not. Willing to think more at this moment.

Silently returned to the hospital general desk, Wu Mian squinted to look at the shelter hospital.

There are many vacant beds. The unoccupied beds have changed their sheets and quilts, and are rolled up and piled up at the head of the bed. As long as they need to be pulled down, they will be clean.

Almost half of the beds in the square cabin of Tianhe living room are now arranged in this way.

How long has it been since the gongs and drums attract people's attention and want to hospitalize the family?

Wu Mian's memory seems to be unclear.

That is the past, no matter how difficult or dangerous it is, it has come over.

Wu Mian raised her mouth, smiling at the patient in the cabin.

Some people walked up and down, chatted with each other, and talked about all kinds of homely.

Someone was lying on the bed, holding a book and reading.

Someone is holding a mobile phone while watching the show.

Someone...

Everyone no longer regards this as a place of refuge, and the mood is getting more and more relaxed. This place is like home, by chance, we lived a collective life regardless of age or gender.

I hope that this kind of picture will never appear again.

But as long as it needs to, it will definitely be like that thin back, standing in front of the national flag with hands up, uniting together, and doing things that people are staring at.

...

The French writer Camus wrote in his book Plague: "The destiny of the individual no longer exists, there is only a collective history."

Wu Mian smiled brighter when he thought of this.

It's not that they don't know how to do it, but years of comfort and the dividends of several industrial revolutions seem to have made them forget their fate. All gifts are secretly marked with prices.

Wait and see.

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