Hospital.
A surprised question suddenly came from the director's office of surgery.
"What? You want to quit?"
Song Sixing's tall figure stood upright in the middle of the office. Facing the department director's puzzled and shocked eyes, his expression seemed very cold.
His lips parted slightly as he repeated what he had said when he came in.
"Director, I want to resign."
He didn't want to resign, nor did he intend to resign. The word "want" contained his determination and there was no room for negotiation.
After a few minutes of buffer time, the department director calmed down a little.
"Are you really going to quit? Why? Is it because the salary isn't good enough? Or... you feel the work is too tiring and you want to take a break?"
The department director paused and tried to persuade Song Sixing to stay.
"If you feel the treatment isn't good enough, I can make a request to the dean. This is completely negotiable, right?"
"director……"
"Or do you feel too tired? You work so hard, it's normal to be tired. Three days of vacation is too little. How about ten days? The hospital is very busy, and taking too long a vacation is not an option..."
"Director, I really want to resign, not use this as a request."
Song Sixing interrupted the director's chatter, his face cold and firm.
"You should know me. In the past few years, I have never made any requests, nor have I been lazy."
“…”
The department director was silent for a long time. Finally, he took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, and put them back on. A smile appeared on his weathered face.
"Okay, but can you tell me the reason? Or...did another hospital poach you with some advanced medical equipment?"
Three days ago, everything was fine.
Why did the most workaholic doctor in their hospital suddenly quit his job after returning from vacation?
"It has nothing to do with the other hospital. It's my hand... something's wrong."
He raised his hand and looked at it. The shaking in his hand was not as severe now.
But if you are doing surgery, you cannot have such shaking hands.
"The problem with your hand can be cured, Doctor Song. Don't give up easily. There will always be a way to cure it."
The department director comforted him.
Song Sixing shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"This is a heart disease, it can't be cured."
In his previous life, he saw his aunt lying in front of him covered in blood. His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't hold the scalpel steadily.
Didn't save her...
He believed that he had performed hundreds of operations, all of which were successful, and he could be said to be a genius in the medical field who could bring patients back to life.
But his only one percent chance of failure was with his own biological sister!
He saved so many people, but the person he wanted to save the most died in front of him.
Is he qualified to hold a scalpel and treat diseases and save lives as he is now?
Thinking of the person who crippled his hands, deep resentment flashed in Song Sixing's eyes.
If Qin Yansheng had not crippled his hand, perhaps he could have saved his aunt.
Qin Yansheng... do you really think you are innocent?
In his previous life, his hands were crippled by Qin Yansheng, and he could no longer hold a scalpel to perform delicate surgeries.
Now he is reborn with both hands intact.
However, the fact that he failed to save Song Jin in his previous life became his lingering nightmare.
The thought of holding a scalpel made his hands tremble so violently that he was unable to perform surgery to save lives.
The department director looked at the pain in his eyes, sighed regretfully, and could only approve it, but also advised him to see a psychiatrist.
When Song Sixing left the hospital, he stood there for a long time, looking at the hospital where he had stayed for two lifetimes.
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