It's all over.
Lin Zhixing checked the sutures again, dressed the old man, put the small artificial heart in a transparent sealed plastic bag, and took it out.
The nurse came in, covered the body and took it back to the morgue.
He Yanchen was right at the door.
She handed the plastic bag to the man and said, "Here you go."
He Yanchen took it.
Lin Zhixing looked at the artificial heart in the man's hand and said, "Sorry, I have to go out of town for surgery tomorrow..."
The surgery will be on the day after tomorrow and the day after that.
She has to go there early tomorrow.
Although she already had all the patient's information, she still went there in advance to interact with the patient and get to know the patient and the operating room situation in advance.
"It's okay. Your work is more important. I can handle my own affairs." The man paused and said, "Tell me your return date and I will pick you up."
"No, if the funeral is scheduled, just let me know and I'll try to get back."
Lin Zhixing said.
"Um."
The man nodded.
Then he turned and walked forward.
Lin Zhixing curled up his hands on his white coat for me.
He Yanchen walked forward a few meters in front of her.
There are no windows on either side of this corridor, and there are ordinary incandescent lamps above. The light wraps around the man's dark shirt and trousers, making his figure look so lonely.
Lin Zhixing hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked over to the man and said, "He Yanchen, I accept your condolences."
The man paused.
The entire corridor was very quiet, with no one coming and going.
Lin Zhixing hesitated for a moment, and finally opened her arms to hug the man's waist, her face briefly touching his chest. Before the man could react, she took a step back to distance herself from him.
She looked up and said seriously: "Even if Aunt Zhou passes away, you are not alone. You still have An An and I. We will always be with you."
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