Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Ye Chuyang felt a buzzing in his head and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

He suddenly realized that this was the very thing that had been troubling and tormenting Shen Qingyuan, causing her to stop on her path to becoming a professional doctor.

After a long pause, he calmed himself down, leaned forward, and said softly, "If you want to talk about this, you can tell me."

Shen Qingyuan looked up and her gaze fell on Ye Chuyang's face.

He had a pair of exceptionally beautiful eyes, clear as a spring. Soft, without any curiosity or judgment, his gaze waited quietly, seemingly capable of bearing all the world's troubles.

These things shouldn't have been told to him, but perhaps red wine does have a calming effect, making people so relaxed that they are completely unguarded. Shen Qingyuan gradually calmed her breathing, "You have to film tomorrow, are you sure you want to hear what I have to say?"

His eyes were resolute: "I'm sure."

-

a year ago. Jicheng.

The autumn sun shines warmly through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, bathing people in its golden light, making the white coats of the resident physicians glow.

Autumn is the most pleasant season in Jicheng.

Shen Qingyuan strode along the road of Jicheng People's Hospital, chatting and laughing with three fellow resident doctors.

"I have surgery tonight, as an assistant."

"Congratulations! You've become an assistant so quickly."

"Even if it's fast, it can't be as fast as Shen Qingyuan. She's already performed the surgery."

Shen Qingyuan smiled faintly: "It's just a level one or two surgery. Everyone will have the opportunity soon."

The girl at the back yawned, "You guys are all so lazy. What am I going to do? If I don't get eight hours of sleep, I won't have any energy all day."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. If all else fails, I'll just marry a rich man."

For these privileged young women, such words are practically tantamount to insults.

The first girl to speak laughed and scolded, "Pah! You're the one who just got married! I wish you a happy marriage soon, and may you have many children and grandchildren!"

"Forget it, I guess I'll just live out my days alone..."

The female doctors smiled and quickly dispersed to the outpatient and inpatient buildings. After a short rest, their busy afternoon work began immediately.

Shen Qingyuan was indeed an outstanding one among the resident physicians of her cohort. She was quick-witted and had a sharp mind. When the head doctor made rounds, she could remember the condition of each patient after hearing it only once, and she could also fill in any gaps in the doctor's knowledge.

Her case studies were so standard that they were often used as models. Even the most critical supervising teacher scolded her the least.

She was the fastest resident to become a surgical assistant, progressing rapidly from preparing the skin and instruments to handling the scalpel, doing everything step by step.

The patients liked her too, even though she had a cold face and rarely smiled. But she was beautiful, with a slender figure, and when she stood there, she looked like a model.

Especially for young men, as soon as she arrives, they immediately stop groaning in pain on the bed; it works even better than anesthesia.

As soon as Shen Qingyuan left, the young man quietly asked the nurse who was giving him an injection by the bedside, "Beautiful nurse, um... does Dr. Shen have a boyfriend?"

The nurse rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "Dr. Chen is already taken, don't even dream about it."

Who is it?

"He's the one who set your bones."

Dr. Shen's current boyfriend, Sun Zhi, is an attending physician in orthopedic surgery. He is tall, handsome, refined, highly educated, and possesses superb medical skills, earning the trust of both patients and superiors. A true man among men!

The young man sighed; it seemed there was no hope.

-

During the residency training phase, students rotate through different departments. Shen Qingyuan has already spent some time in the orthopedic emergency department and is gradually adapting to the intense pace and heavy workload.

In the afternoon, Dr. Lu, a colleague in the emergency department, said, "Dr. Shen, I have something to do tomorrow, could you cover my night shift?"

Shen Qingyuan thought about it and, since there were no urgent plans for tomorrow, agreed.

"I will definitely repay your great kindness!"

Switching shifts when there's an emergency is nothing unusual; Shen Qingyuan has switched shifts with others before.

That evening, there were emergency patients with fractures, dislocations, and sprains. Shen Qingyuan ordered various tests and treated those she could handle herself. For those she couldn't handle, she wrote admission slips and transferred them to the surgery department.

Around 9 a.m., Shen Qingyuan took 20 minutes out of her busy schedule to eat takeout before returning to her shift in the orthopedic emergency room.

A thin, elderly woman in her seventies or eighties, supported by a middle-aged man in his fifties, strolled in, looking around curiously.

"Doctor, my mother broke her arm. Please take a look!"

The old lady gritted her teeth and frowned, supporting her arm with one hand as she shakily walked in.

"It hurts, it hurts," the old woman said. She was probably in too much pain to utter even these two words.

Shen Qingyuan quickly stood up. "Please sit down."

A middle-aged man helped an elderly woman sit in a chair opposite the doctor.

Shen Qingyuan opened the drawer, took out a pair of medical rubber gloves, and put them on. After examining the old lady's arm, she gave her assessment, "It should be a dislocated elbow."

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Then hurry up and treat her. Is this young girl a doctor or a nurse? Call your supervisor over."

Shen Qingyuan frowned slightly, feeling somewhat offended. Doctor-patient relationships are an important topic for medical students, especially given the recent violent incidents.

“This family member, I am the doctor. I can treat the patient’s arm right now. If you don’t want me to treat you, I can cancel your appointment,” Shen Qingyuan said expressionlessly.

Despite his young age, he possessed an indescribable air of authority that intimidated people.

The man turned to look at his ailing mother and said with a hint of disbelief, "You're quite capable. Fine, you treat the old lady. Be careful, my mother is almost eighty and can't take any more treatment."

This man is hot-tempered, but he can be considered filial.

Shen Qingyuan took off her gloves, sat down at the computer, and typed: "How did the patient fall?"

"She fell off the stool and got hurt. When I got home, the old lady had already fallen. The stool was overturned to one side. No one was watching her during the day, and I don't know why she had to step on the stool."

The old woman just cried out in pain, unable to offer any further explanation.

Do you have any underlying medical conditions?

"No, no, alright, doctor, please hurry up!" The man was a little annoyed.

"We also need to take an X-ray to check for fractures, ligament tears, or cartilage damage."

The printer made a mechanical sound, and an inspection form was quickly printed.

The man took the test report and muttered, "Anyway, if you doctors don't give me a test report, you won't be able to understand the illness."

Shen Qingyuan pretended not to hear.

The X-ray showed that the old lady simply had a dislocated shoulder; there were no other problems. Shen Qingyuan looked at the film and pondered for a few seconds.

Considering the old lady's physical condition, Shen Qingyuan gave her an anesthetic injection at the wound site.

Once the anesthetic took effect, she pulled the old woman's arm around half of her body, suspending it in front of her. Then, with both hands working together, she pressed, twisted, and turned the joint back into place with a "click." In less than a minute, the joint was back in place.

"Grandma, try moving it."

The old lady didn't move, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

The middle-aged man stepped forward and said loudly in the old lady's ear, "Your arm is healed, Mom. Move it." He then started to help the old lady rotate her arm.

The old lady's arm could move again, and it didn't hurt as much anymore. Her wrinkled, bitter face relaxed a bit, though she still looked aggrieved.

Her son was delighted, thinking to himself, "This little girl has some skills."

Shen Qingyuan asked, "Can't the patient hear clearly?"

"As people get older, they all have some health issues. The old lady is a bit confused. She has Alzheimer's disease. But it doesn't affect her ability to take care of herself."

Shen Qingyuan said "Oh," and wrapped the repositioned joint with a brace. "The joint needs to be immobilized for 2-4 weeks. You can come back for a check-up in 4 weeks. The injury is still a little swollen, so you can apply ice to reduce the swelling."

The man agreed to everything, and seeing that his mother was much better, he grinned and said, "Okay, thank you, doctor."

"Pay at the window on the second floor." Shen Qingyuan opened the payment slip and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Shen Qingyuan thought for a moment and then asked, "Besides her arm, is there any other injury to the old lady?"

"Everything else is fine, my legs are all right. Okay, okay, we haven't had dinner yet. We've paid the money and are rushing home to eat."

There seemed to be some commotion in the emergency room corridor. A phone rang, and Shen Qingyuan answered it.

"Dr. Shen, there's been a car accident, three people are injured, please come to the operating room quickly to help."

"I'm coming right away."

Shen Qingyuan hung up the line, and when she looked up, the mother and son were already gone.

-

"It sounds like a very successful treatment," Ye Chuyang said.

Shen Qingyuan smiled faintly, a hint of bitterness in her eyes.

She hugged her knees, curled up on the sofa, and recounted the consultation in detail. Many details remained vivid in Shen Qingyuan's memory, as if it had just happened yesterday.

The two small blackish-gray patches on my knees were from when I was kneeling to save someone.

There was a hint of blood seeping through the fabric. Ye Chuyang noticed, "You injured your knee?"

"It's nothing." After calming down, Shen Qingyuan actually felt a dull pain in her knee, thinking that she might have bumped it, but it shouldn't be serious.

"Roll up your trouser legs, let me see," he said matter-of-factly.

Shen Qingyuan hesitated and did not move.

"You do it, or should I?" The voice was gentle, but the tone left no room for argument. It was as if to say, "If you won't lift a finger, I'll do it myself."

Shen Qingyuan rolled up her trouser leg and slowly began to stroke it.

There's a bruise on my right knee. There's one on my left knee too, mostly abrasions, with blood seeping out, and it's sticking a little to the fabric around my knee.

"Don't move, I'll go get the medicine." He sighed and stood up.

The hotel stocked up on all sorts of ointments, because that's how it is when filming action scenes; minor injuries and aches are frequent, so you have to prepare in advance.

He quickly found common ointments for reducing inflammation, bruising, and pain, as well as waterproof bandages, and also washed his hands at the sink on the way.

"I can do it myself," Shen Qingyuan said, feeling a little embarrassed to trouble him.

“I’ll do it. You’re always the one taking care of me, so please allow me to return the favor.” He smiled warmly.

He sat on the sofa next to Shen Qingyuan, leaning forward as he carefully applied the ointment to the wound.

The posture is not comfortable, especially for people whose back injuries have not yet healed.

The cooling ointment moisturized the broken skin, causing a slight tingling and itching sensation, which couldn't be scratched. This slight itch then spread to the heart.

"Thank you, Ye Chuyang."

After applying the medicine, he tore off a band-aid and stuck it on the scrape. "Oh, right, there's still ice in the fridge."

It was the same time he sprained his ankle, and Xiao Chao had frozen it in the refrigerator.

They took turns getting injured, like brothers in misfortune.

“Don’t bother, I don’t need ice,” she said.

He sat down, this time obeying. However, he didn't sit back down opposite her; instead, he sat on the sofa next to her.

"What happened next?" he asked.

Even today, Shen Qingyuan still vividly remembers what happened that day.

She remembers every detail, and can build a three-dimensional space in her memory. She can even still feel the temperature, humidity, and smell of the clinic that day.