Chapter 2: Salted Fish Gathering Place
Xiao Nanxing felt dizzy and washed his face with water to wake himself up. "What secretary?"
She sewed dozens of people today.
But the face of the man in the windbreaker flashed through my mind. Him?
Lin Erbao is a bit obsessed with power, and as a small village doctor he often worries about big leaders.
"He was picked up as soon as the helicopter arrived. I heard the person who came to pick him up call him Secretary Pei. Tsk tsk, isn't our new district party secretary surnamed Pei? He's really young."
Xiao Nanxing didn't listen to him at all. He looked at the person running towards him from a distance and said, "Alright, you still have the mind to gossip now. Keep going."
Two more people rescued from the rubble were sent in.
Xiao Nanxing was busy until midnight, and even her strong body could not bear it anymore, so the village chief personally took her to rest.
"Doctor Xiao, don't be so stubborn. Go get some sleep. With the military doctors here, nothing serious will happen."
All those who needed to be rescued were rescued. Alas, all efforts were made to save those who could be rescued.
Xiao Nanxing didn't insist any longer. Her hands began to tremble. She went into the small tent assigned to her, washed her face casually, and went to bed with her clothes on.
In the end, she stayed in Xiaolin Village for three days.
He quietly transferred a donation of 20,000 yuan, and when he left, he didn't ask anyone to see him off. He just put on his bag and followed the truck that came to deliver supplies.
When she returned to Yuan City, the capital of Province S, she felt as if she was in another world.
The house she rented in Ande Community, not far from the Fourth Hospital, had been covered in dust after not being lived in for a few days.
She was not in the mood to clean, so she took a quick shower, made herself a bowl of noodles, ate, and fell into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
I feel like I'm shaking in my dreams, this is a sequelae.
At nine o'clock the next day, Xiao Nanxing got up. The ringing phone showed someone's perseverance.
"Xiao Nanxing, are you trying to scare me to death? Ah, you ran to the earthquake zone?!"
Xiao Nanxing heard Li Xiaoxiao's roar and lazily lay down again, "Well, don't worry, I'm back. How did you know?"
"I'm not worried at all. Come to my place tomorrow when you get to work and get a full body checkup. The district administration called our hospital to praise you. How did I know that? Okay, I'm hanging up now. I'll deal with you tomorrow."
Xiao Nanxing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing two dimples and looking a bit childish.
Li Xiaoxiao is in the Department of Thoracic Surgery and she is in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. They were admitted to the same hospital from high school and college, and they were destined to be good friends who would stay together forever.
She got up and washed, then realized belatedly that the district government had called the hospital specifically to praise her?
She didn't make any earth-shattering contribution.
Is it because it saved several critically ill patients?
She would never have thought that it was because he had given a few stitches to someone.
In her opinion, it was really a simple operation and not worth mentioning.
Xiao Nanxing never makes things difficult for himself when he can't figure it out.
Today is the last day of the annual holiday. She doesn't like going out and spent the whole afternoon reading medical books and studying ancient prescriptions.
Go to work on time the next day.
Although the Fourth People's Hospital is also a provincial-level Grade A hospital, it is not as strong as the previous three hospitals.
The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Fourth Hospital is the weakest among the weak. The entire department has only one attending physician, two doctors, three nurses and several other logistical staff, but no director.
Who says there is a Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital next door? It is the best Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in the entire southern region. All the good Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners want to go there.
Of course, fewer people means fewer conflicts. In the words of attending physician Fei Dabai, "We are all salted fish, and this place suits our temperament."
Xiao Nanxing stepped into the salted fish gathering place in the morning and raised the steamed bun in his hand. "I heard you were on night shift last night?"
On weekdays, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is extremely idle, with few patients coming during the day, let alone the night shift.
Fei Dabai was a generation older than them and was not arrogant. He yawned and snatched two buns from her.
"This patient was transferred from the Internal Medicine Department. They said they needed to use Traditional Chinese Medicine for a while. We don't need to be responsible for it. They invited a doctor from the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to come over."
They only need to provide the venue and provide some support, and they don’t even have to worry about the medicinal materials.
Xiao Nanxing said "oh" and followed Fei Dabai to check on the wards during the shift change.
He was an old man who looked very dignified, and was surrounded by many people.
After a brief ward round, Fei Dabai quietly told her, "I heard he's a veteran general. He has a shrapnel in his thigh that hasn't been removed, and now it affects his walking."
As for why such a big shot came to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Fourth Hospital for preoperative care, small people like them were not qualified to know.
At noon, Xiao Nanxing was called by Li Xiaoxiao to show her that he was indeed not missing any limbs, and the two went to the cafeteria together.
"Did an elderly person get transferred to your department?"
Li Xiaoxiao was mysterious. "That was the distinguished guest our dean personally brought in, the old man from the Tang family. Tsk tsk, he was supposed to be staying in our hospital's VIP building. I heard the old man got angry and said he didn't like the smell of Western medicine disinfectant and felt more comfortable in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department."
"As for Chinese medicine, wouldn't the Provincial Hospital next door be better?"
Xiao Nanxing complied with her desire for gossip, but she was actually not that curious.
Li Xiaoxiao has a cheerful personality. Her elder is a leader in the Fourth Hospital. He is well-connected in their department and has all kinds of gossip at hand. As a result, even she, a nobody, can often hear the latest gossip in the hospital.
"I don't know about that. If they are willing to come, our dean should be grateful."
In the afternoon, Xiao Nanxing and nurse Yang Yan acted as maids, helping people move medicinal materials, sort them, and decoct the medicine. It was not their turn.
I also met Dean Zhang, whom I rarely see, as well as the heads of various departments, and several national players from the Chinese medicine hospital next door.
They watched helplessly as several dilapidated rooms in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department underwent a major transformation, undergoing an ultimate renovation without affecting the elderly's recuperation.
With the addition of new equipment, even the light seems to be brighter, and the four words "my humble home is filled with glory" are tangible.
Yang Yan was timid and kept silent, hesitating and not knowing whether she should help.
Xiao Nanxing pulled her away. Although she was polite, she seemed to be trying to prevent them from interfering.
She understood that every aspect of such noble people's lives was arranged by their own people, and outsiders' interference would make them wary.
So the two of them stayed in the office all afternoon and didn't dare show up.
Fei Dabai came to take over the night shift, while the other doctor, Dr. Zhao, never showed up all year round. Xiao Nanxing had been working for almost two years and had only met that doctor three times. The other party was also a relative of his.
"I heard that the old man didn't want to be hospitalized for surgery, but the shrapnel had to be removed. We finally managed to coax him into coming, but he refused to take the medicine."
Fei Dabai shook his head and said, "I think Dean Zhang has taken on a big trouble."
Otherwise, why would people come to the Fourth Hospital? Don’t other hospitals want to compete for it?
That is a hot potato, and other hospitals dare not take the initiative to fight for it.
Xiao Nanxing thought to herself that it was right for her not to go over. She was just a small Chinese medicine practitioner, and these people's world had nothing to do with her.
She got off work on time, thinking about giving acupuncture to some old acquaintances in a couple of days.
Then, in the middle of the night, a completely unexpected phone call came.
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