Hospital, operating room.
The monitor beeped twice.
The undulating red line stabilized and the nurse breathed a sigh of relief.
"Doctor Jiang, the heart rate has recovered."
Her voice trembled with excitement, and she looked at Jiang Jinwang with admiration.
This was her first time to undergo such a difficult operation.
Doctor Jiang's operation was perfect.
Truly a leader in the industry.
Jiang Jinwang showed no emotion and nodded slightly.
He curled up his slightly trembling fingertips that had been holding the scalpel for a long time, but his movements were still steady and accurate. With a "dang" sound, he put the instrument back on the tray.
He wore a mask, revealing only his eyes, but it couldn't hide the sharpness of his brow bones.
Under the dark brown pupils, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, as if covered with a thin layer of ice, and swept across the waveform on the electrocardiogram clearly.
"Inform the family that the operation was successful."
His Adam's apple moved, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, revealing a hint of fatigue.
The nurse responded excitedly, "Yeah!"
Outside the operating room.
He avoided the excited patient's family members, leaned against the wall alone, and took off his surgical gown.
The white coat was soaked with sweat.
When you lower your head slightly, you can see a few ridges of spine at the back of your neck.
The intern came over and scanned his clear and sharp eyebrows with complicated eyes.
In the past six months, Dr. Jiang has lost a lot of weight.
I don't know what stimulated him, but he worked non-stop as if his life depended on it.
One operation after another.
I almost always sleep in the duty room.
Not to mention rest, even the number of times I go home is very few.
"Doctor Jiang, drink some water."
He handed over the water bottle.
Jiang Jinwang waved his hands, his body swayed slightly, and he leaned against the wall for two seconds before closing his eyes and standing up straight.
"Give me the plan for the next operation."
He didn't even take off his mask.
The intern took back the water bottle and handed over the plan.
Jiang Jinwang lowered his head and flipped through the documents.
His slender finger bones rubbed the white paper, tapping twice. When he looked up again, the fatigue in his eyes had disappeared, instantly focusing on professional coldness.
"Is the angiography report out?"
The intern nodded and said, "It has been delivered to your office."
Jiang Jinwang closed the file and turned to go to the office.
When the dean walked into the lounge.
Jiang Jinwang was washing his face with cold water.
The cold water droplets slid down the sharp jaw, but could not dispel the red bloodshot under the eyes.
The dean stood behind him, met his gaze in the mirror, and his hand holding the thermos cup trembled inexplicably.
He shook his head.
He sighed helplessly.
She had a face that was enough to make the young nurse blush and her heart beat fast, but she chose to act as if she was keeping people away.
This look is scarier than the scalpel.
"You've been working non-stop for 17 days, and your face is almost integrated with the mask." The dean put the thermos cup on the table and swept his eye over the indentation of the mask on his porcelain-white face.
"I'll give you leave, go home and get some sleep."
"No need." Jiang Jinwang wiped his face and threw the tissue into the trash can. "I have a consultation this afternoon."
"What kind of diagnosis are you making?" The dean flipped open the shift schedule, sighed, and quickly closed it. "Doctor Zhang is watching."
"Do you really think you are made of iron?"
Jiang Jin looked over, reached out to take the spare white coat on the hanger, and raised his lips without any emotion.
"Corey is short on staff."
"You are no different!" Before the dean finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.
The nurse's voice, mixed with the noise of the intercom, broke into my eardrums.
"Emergency Department! Car accident injury, female, 25 years old, name is Shen Zhiyi——"
Jiang Jin paused at his finger bones and turned around suddenly.
He rushed across the hall, opened the door, and called out to the nurse who had just passed by, "What did you say the patient's name was?"
"Chen Zhiyi." The nurse was startled by the red bloodshot in his eyes and stammered.
Jiang Jinwang's head buzzed, and the last word of his voice trembled.
"Where are they?"
"Emergency room! Just did a CT scan—"
"Prepare the operating room!" He interrupted the nurse and ran towards the emergency room. "Notify the anesthesiology department. I'll be the lead surgeon."
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