"A gentleman judges by his heart, not by his actions" was different from all the previous seekers of help. Not only did he wrap himself tightly, he also used a voice changer.
"Master, I know that what I did today was against the rules, but my identity and what happened to me prevent me from exposing myself to the public. Please forgive me."
Su Yan: "Okay, you can send me the horoscope privately."
Mu Guang looked at her gratefully. If he hadn't been forced into a desperate situation, he, a staunch supporter of materialism, would not have resorted to fortune-telling in the live broadcast room.
"I am a doctor by profession. Influenced by my father, I have always regarded saving lives and healing the wounded as my lifelong creed.
After graduating with a master's degree, I went to work in a tertiary hospital. I thought I could realize my life value in the place I love, but I didn't expect to become an "executioner".
The first department I went to was the emergency department. As you know, this department often encounters patients who are seriously injured due to various accidents.
On my first night on duty, I encountered a multi-car accident. I called all the doctors who were on break that day to work overtime. Even though we rescued them in time, two patients were seriously injured and died.
The director looked at Mu Guang, who was huddled in the office, and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder: "You did a great job last night. Their deaths have nothing to do with you."
Mu Guang stared at his right hand. "But I think if I had been faster and connected with other departments more quickly, they might have had a chance to survive."
The director opened the window and lit a cigarette: "It's useless. Their stomachs are full of blood. Their internal organs were ruptured on the way to the hospital. In this situation, even the immortals can't save them.
You didn't sleep all night last night. Hand over your work to the head shift and go back to have a good rest.
Dr. Mu, remember this: "Being reflective is a good thing, but excessive reflection can only lead to a quagmire."
The director's words inspired me. I realized that as long as I firmly follow this path, death is inevitable. If I feel guilty for every person who dies and don't want to go out, then more patients will delay treatment because of me.
After adjusting my mindset, I took this industry more seriously. I worked during the day and absorbed knowledge crazily when I got home at night.
My efforts paid off. The director said that I was the fastest-learning doctor he had seen since he came to the department, and the patients I treated also praised me highly.
Just when I received my first silk banner and the likes on my WeChat Moments were increasing, another patient died on my shift.
"Doctor Mu, the 120 ambulance is on the line. They said a drunk boy needs to be sent to our department for emergency treatment. Please be prepared."
Being sent to the ambulance drunk, Mu Guang realized that this would be a difficult challenge, so he immediately went to the hospital entrance, waiting to receive the patient as soon as possible.
After seeing the patient, Mu Guang broke out in a cold sweat. The patient's condition was worse than he had imagined. His short-sleeved shirt was soaked with alcohol, and the smell of alcohol mixed with vomit made the patient next to him cover his nose tightly.
While pushing the patient to the emergency room, Mu Guang pulled a boy who looked quite sober and asked: "How much did he drink?"
The boy was frightened by his friend's current situation. He hesitated and didn't dare to tell the truth: "I'm not sure. We were all drunk at the time. When we found him, he was already lying on the ground."
Mu Guang had interned in the psychology department, and he knew from the look in his eyes that he was hiding something: "If your concealment results in him not being able to be saved, you will be held legally responsible."
When he heard he would be held legally responsible, the boy didn't care about being scolded by his parents if he told the truth: "He drank one bottle of pure baijiu and one bottle of beer mixed with baijiu."
Mu Guang: "You really don't know how to live or die."
After finding out the cause of the patient's illness, Director Mu Guanghe began emergency rescue. Unfortunately, the patient passed away an hour later.
When Mu Guang opened the door of the emergency room, he was surrounded by a crowd of people outside. Among them were the patient's relatives and relatives of the patient's drinking buddies.
"Doctor, how is my son?"
"Doctor, this is my only son. Please save him."
Mu Guang said in a low voice: "We have tried our best."
The originally orderly scene became chaotic, and the two sides started arguing fiercely.
"My son, you're gone like this. How can I live like this?"
"It's all your fault for letting my nephew drink. Now, I will make you pay the price."
"I know you're sad that your child died, but drinking was a consensual thing. Your son didn't drink himself to death, so what does it have to do with my son?"
The two sides each held their own opinions, and it was unclear which side started the fight first. When Mu Guang was pulled out, a fight had already broken out at the door of the emergency room.
The director pulled him out of the encirclement: "You usually look quite smart, but why did you act so stupid today? You saw others were about to fight, but you didn't even run away."
He looked at the dejected Mu Guang and said, "Every year, people die from drinking, of all ages. I still say the same thing: don't take too much responsibility on yourself."
When Mu Guang finished handling the case and walked out of the department, he happened to meet a car coming to take away the boy's body. He stood at the door of the department and watched the car go away.
"I thought this was the beginning of the hardships of my career. As long as I could endure these training sessions, I would be able to face life and death calmly like my predecessors.
What is unexpected is that there has never been peace on my shift. I have been in the emergency room for a year, and on average one patient dies on my shift every month.
The causes of their deaths were varied, including cerebral infarction, heart rupture, rabies attacks from being bitten by stray dogs without vaccinations, and gas poisoning.
That year, all the mortality indicators in the department were on me, and my colleagues even jokingly called me the "King of Hell in White."
When the twelfth patient died in my hands, I finally couldn't contain my inner loss and pain, so I asked the director to resign."
This guy is so miserable. He has seen as many deaths as all the deaths in our department combined.
He's really strong-willed. If patients died every month on my shift, I would have quit long ago.
[Brother, listen to my advice. For the sake of both parties, you should change your career.]
[This doctor is my schoolmate. Many students at school have heard of his deeds. However, this kind of thing shouldn't be blamed on him. After all, he has always been the best in his field at school.]
The usually easygoing director rejected his request for the first time: "Mu Guang, if I ask you to resign now, this will become a thorn in your heart, and no matter what industry you choose to work in, you will never succeed."
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