Everyone knew that Junior Sister Mi was a hard-working person, and her abnormal behavior made everyone look back.
Huang Zhilei hurried over to interrupt and said to his junior sister, "Why do you need to take two days off? Are you feeling unwell?"
One or two of his fellow brothers looked at each other with strange eyes. After a moment of hesitation, Mi Siran realized that everyone had misunderstood him. He waved his hand to indicate that things were not what everyone thought.
No matter how hard and boring medicine is, she chose this path herself and there is no way she would regret it just when she is about to graduate.
"My parents asked me to go to the hospital to look after an elder in my family. He had been hospitalized in another hospital. The hospital said the patient's condition was extremely bad in the past two days, and the family was notified of a critical illness. We decided to look after the patient together for two days. Wenlin and I are studying medicine, so we had to go. Wenlin asked for leave to go with me." At this point, Misran emphasized, "If my senior thinks that there are patients in the department who need me to stay, I will tell my family, and they will understand. My elder is a very open-minded person, and he always told us not to delay our studies and work and not to let us take care of him."
Everyone listened and blinked: Why didn't the other party just address the elders of the family and directly tell them how they were related to him? He couldn't even say this? Was it the same secret that Dr. Wen couldn't tell?
Misran couldn't help but take a small step back.
She forgot that she was talking to a group of highly intelligent senior sisters, brothers and teachers, and any carelessness would lead to mistakes.
No wonder she couldn’t talk freely with her senior brothers and couldn’t learn from Senior Sister Xie. It was because her speaking IQ was truly not as good as that of her predecessors.
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"Could it be the same patient?" Tao Zhijie was the first to smile and narrow his eyes. He was the first to express his desire to find an opportunity to peek at Dr. Wen's skills and speculated actively.
Apart from him, other doctors present felt the same way.
There are critically ill patients in the hospital who need rescue every moment of every day, but when it comes to secret patients who cannot be named, the probability of them happening at the same time is too small.
"Which hospital is your elder hospitalized in?" Huang Zhilei asked his junior sister.
"He is in - Beidu 2 -" Mi Siran said after hesitation.
There were two doctors from the Kita-do School on the scene.
"You can make a phone call and ask someone, but there's no need." Fu Xinheng said.
Just ask which hospital it is and go there directly.
It was Mi Siran himself who was confused, because when he arrived, Dr. Wen had hung up the phone and he had no idea what was going on.
Xie Wanying explained to her junior sister: "I called Sister Wen. She was on her way to the hospital for a consultation with a patient. The sound of an ambulance on the phone sounded like it was coming from Beidu."
Everyone was surprised: Can you tell which hospital it is by listening to the sound of an ambulance?
The rhythm of ambulance sirens is regulated by the state to distinguish them from other vehicle sirens such as police cars and fire trucks.
If I want to say something different, it should be that the timbre of the recorder of each brand of ambulance may be different, such as clarity.
The affiliated hospitals of the Kita-do Group are brothers in the same family, so it is possible that they just happened to purchase the same brand of ambulances.
After realizing this, everyone admired Dr. Xie for his attention to details.
Xie Wanying explained the reason. She didn't say that she deliberately paid attention to the ambulance sirens, but because she often heard the sirens of the ambulances of Beidu when she handed over patients to Beidu, and she felt that the sirens of the ambulances of Guoxie were very different.
"The whistle of our National Association ambulance is duller, while the whistle of the Northern Capital is sharper, like a cuckoo."
After Dr. Xie's vivid description, a large group of people burst out laughing so hard that they wanted to hold their stomachs. They all recalled that the sound of the ambulance sirens in Beidu sounded like the call of a cuckoo.
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