Chapter 309 Don't be like us】
"Yes."
Ye Qingyue nodded, but saw that Doctor Zhou's expression became more and more dazed.
"The operation...isn't over yet?"
Doctor Zhou asked, "Is the patient...still alive?"
"Well, it's expected to be over in the afternoon, and the patient is still alive."
Ye Qingyue finished speaking, but saw that Doctor Zhou's eyes were wet again.
"That's good...that's good."
Doctor Zhou murmured, turned around and was about to leave.
Seeing him like this, Ye Qingyue felt a little strange and couldn't help asking, "Do you know the patient?"
"No."
After saying this, Dr. Zhou suddenly remembered what the male intern said in the operating room -
"It's a pity for that patient. I don't know whose son he is or whose father he is..."
The voice echoed in Dr. Zhou's mind like a spell. He said with a crying voice, "I don't know whose son or whose father the patient is..."
Ye Qingyue was stunned: "But my patient is a woman."
Although many people think that construction workers are equal to men, there are actually many women in this industry.
When it comes to physical work, many people arrogantly think that only men can do it, so they intentionally or unintentionally ignore these women.
The patient that Zhong Jun took over was a female construction worker.
But soon, Ye Qingyue understood something, and she said, "Could it be that... you participated in the operation of another seriously injured patient?"
When she came out to eat, the nurse who brought her lunch mentioned it, saying that the operation in the deputy director's operating room failed not long after it started because the patient was bleeding heavily.
Seeing Dr. Zhou's shocked look, Ye Qingyue probably understood that maybe Dr. Zhou also participated in the operation and served as an important assistant.
Many young doctors cannot let go of the death of their patients.
When Ye Qingyue first participated in the operation, even if she was just an assistant, she would secretly cry because she failed to save the patient's life.
"I am an assistant."
Dr. Zhou's hoarse voice rang out, and he forced a smile: "Doctor Ye still has to go for surgery, right? I won't waste your time, the patient is more important."
After that, he wanted to leave.
"Doctor Zhou."
Ye Qingyue suddenly called him, "If you have time, come with me to Operating Room No. 3 to watch Director Zhong's surgery."
...
Operating Room No. 3.
Zhong Jun was repairing a patient's damaged organ.
The orthopedic doctor next to him had already become weak in his hands and feet, and chatted with Zhong Jun, "You are still old. I used to hammer for three hours in the operating room without taking a breath."
"Just blow it."
Zhong Jun smiled, "If you don't have the strength, go out and rest for a while, and eat something."
"I'll go after Doctor Ye comes." After
the orthopedic doctor finished speaking, he heard the sound of the operating room door opening, and saw Ye Qingyue, who had changed into surgical clothes, walked in.
"Doctor Xiao Ye, we were just talking about you."
The orthopedic doctor said, "If you don't come here, I will be starving and only a handful of bones will be left."
Ye Qingyue smiled: "Sorry, I've delayed you for a while. Go and have your meal, I'll take over."
"I've been waiting for you to say that."
The orthopedic doctor was about to walk out when he saw someone following Ye Qingyue, "Isn't this Doctor Zhou? Did you go to the vice president's operating room? Is it over?"
Doctor Zhou's body swayed and his voice was low: "I... failed to save the patient's life."
The orthopedic doctor was stunned, and seeing that Doctor Zhou's reaction was wrong, he comforted him: "You young people, you have seen too little. Perform more operations, see more life and death, don't always blame yourself, and keep a calm mind."
Doctor Zhou nodded, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was perfunctory.
The orthopedic surgeon said nothing more and hurried out of the operating room.
Ye Qingyue stood directly beside the operating table. After Zhong Yun sutured a damaged part, he glanced at her and said, "Do you want to try?"
"Yes."
Ye Qingyue and Zhong Yun switched positions.
Zhong Yun watched Ye Qingyue operate, thinking that if there was anything wrong, she could give some pointers.
As a result, when Ye Qingyue sutured a damaged part, she did not have the opportunity to speak.
Alas, this is the bad thing about having a perfect junior. The desire of the senior to teach has nowhere to go, and there is no sense of accomplishment at all.
"Well done." Zhong Yun finally said dryly, with a little resentment.
Ye Qingyue suddenly said, "Director Zhong, you were called to the operating room this morning. You haven't eaten yet, right? Do you want to go eat something? I'll take care of this."
"You alone?"
Zhong Jun didn't doubt Ye Qingyue's ability, but was worried that someone would use this to attack her. After all, Ye Qingyue was still an intern.
Which hospital would let the chief surgeon eat and leave an intern on the operating table?
"Don't we still have Doctor Zhou?"
Ye Qingyue knew what Zhong Jun was thinking. "He is a formal doctor, and the director of the emergency department is also optimistic about him."
"Me?"
Doctor Zhou, who was standing outside the line, was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "I... I can't! I..."
"Doctor Zhou."
Ye Qingyue interrupted him and looked at him with a pair of indifferent eyes, "If you are sure that you can't go on the operating table, it's not too late to resign and go home to farm now, otherwise it will waste everyone's time?"
Doctor Zhou was stunned.
It was also the first time that Zhong Jun saw Ye Qingyue so venomous, but guessed that Ye Qingyue probably had some purpose, so he didn't say anything.
"I..."
Doctor Zhou opened his mouth, but didn't say anything for a long time.
Go home to farm?
His family has been poor farmers for three generations, and his parents have been facing the loess and back to the sky for half their lives.
It was difficult for a poor peasant family to even have
enough food. In order to support his studies, his parents would go to relatives’ houses to beg for money every time they had to pay for his tuition and textbooks. Once, they even knelt down to borrow the money they needed.
When Dr. Zhou was a teenager, he had a strong sense of self-esteem. When he saw his parents flattering and asking for money everywhere, he felt like his face was being trampled in the mud. He angrily told his parents that he would not study anymore.
That time, his mother, who had not stretched out her hand to him for more than ten years, almost broke his legs.
His father, who would beat people when he got angry, did not hit them. He even supported his furious daughter-in-law and finally sat on the doorstep, puffing on his dry pipe for a long time, and called him over.
"Wei Min, Dad knows that you think it's shameful for your parents to ask for money from others, but in fact, your parents also think it's shameful."
Zhou's father was tanned by the sun, and his face full of wrinkles suddenly squeezed out a smile: "So don't be like us and let your parents do the shameful things. Just hold on a little longer and try to get a place in the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University, leave here, and live a different life from your parents."
That night, Dr. Zhou hid in his bed and cried secretly. When he heard someone quietly opened his door and came in, he pretended to sleep.
The person who came in was his mother.
She came to secretly apply medicine to his wounds.
That day, Dr. Zhou swore that even if everyone thought that studying might have no future, he would get a place in the university.
Finally, the uneducated Zhou's father and mother resolutely sent their son out of the countryside and he became a glorious doctor.
On the road from medical student to doctor, Dr. Zhou suffered a lot. Every time he wanted to give up, his father's words "Don't be like us" would echo in his mind, as well as his mother's faint sobbing when she applied medicine to him in the middle of the night. Finally, he gritted his teeth and persisted until today.
But Ye Qingyue said, quit your job and go home to farm?
How is this possible...
Absolutely not!
Whether for his parents or for himself, he can't quit!
Dr. Zhou's eyes were red, and he looked at Ye Qingyue: "I... can go to the operating table!"