In-house help system

"Sit down, sister, why are you uncomfortable?"

Song Jie took the medical card from the patient.

"Doctor, I always feel tight in the chest and can't breathe, especially after finishing work, I always feel flustered."

"How long have you had this symptom?"

"Oh, it's been... a year."

"Move forward, and I'll check it out for you."

……

In the Cardiac Surgery Clinic, after receiving the last patient in the morning, Song Jie stretched his waist, looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, stood up, and prepared to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

During the lunch break, there were far fewer people in the corridor. Song Jie whistling and looking around, saw the door of a consulting room half open, and stepped back in a daze.

Peeked in through the crack of the door.

Feng Ming was sitting behind the desk, looking down at something.

What kind of work do you do if you don't eat at noon?

Curious in his heart, he looked around and found no one, so he bowed his waist and poked inside.

This movement was a little bigger, Feng Ming raised his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

"what's up?"

Song Jie was witty and smiled.

"Director Feng, let's go to the cafeteria for dinner?"

"I still have some things to do, I'll go later."

"Then I'll go first."

There were quite a few people in the cafeteria at noon, thanks to Song Jie's good eyesight, he quickly found a place, and found a familiar figure among the crowd.

"Wen Liang, this way!"

Hearing someone calling his name, Ji Wenliang looked around, saw Song Jie's arms raised high, smiled, avoided people passing by, and walked towards him.

"Brother, why are you here to eat alone today?"

"Today's outpatient clinic, the last patient's condition is a bit complicated, so it was delayed for a while, and when I got off work, everyone left." He paused for a while when he said this, "No, Director Feng hasn't left yet."

When Ji Wenliang heard him mention Feng Ming, the hands holding the vegetables paused.

"Have you left yet? Is there a patient?"

"No," Song Jie put down his chopsticks, leaned towards Ji Wenliang, and said in a low voice, "Hey, I have something to tell you."

"what happened?"

What is so mysterious?

"I think something happened to Director Feng recently."

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know, anyway...it's not normal. Let's say I'm in the outpatient clinic today. It's already off work, and he's still sitting in the consulting room. I thought he was researching some high-end treatment plan, but when I took a closer look, it was a Blank paper, I asked Director Feng if he wanted to go to dinner, and he said he still had some work to do, what do you think you can do with a blank piece of paper? Study how to fold a thousand origami cranes."

"Teacher Feng may be thinking about something."

"To put it bluntly, it's thinking about things. To put it bluntly, isn't it just a daze? If you daze once or twice, there's nothing wrong with it. If you're always dazed, isn't there a problem?"

"Always in a daze?"

"Isn't it?" Song Jie tapped the watch on his wrist, "I remember the time, the last time he stared at the computer desktop for an hour in the office... Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"Huh? I'm not smiling."

Ji Wenliang tried his best to even the corners of his mouth, and even stuffed a mouthful of vegetables into his mouth.

"You just laughed, I saw it."

"This dish is delicious, try it."

"Don't change the subject, tell me, why are you laughing?"

Ji Wenliang knew that he had a personality of breaking the casserole and asking the end, so he turned his defense into an offense: "Senior brother, why do you always focus on Teacher Feng?"

Song Jie choked, "Don't talk nonsense, don't I always pay attention to the movements of outstanding comrades and discover their shining points? Besides, Director Feng seems to have a spotlight on his head, which shines brightly wherever he goes. It's hard not to be noticed. You don't know, there are so many doctors in our hospital who are studying and intern every year, whoever sees him doesn't have bright eyes. It's a pity that they are all shocked by Director Feng's Kaolin flower-like temperament Stop it, tell me, Director Feng doesn't fall in love either, so is there something wrong?"

Ji Wenliang had an urge to introduce Song Jie to his mother, and the two of them would definitely be able to chat together - they were both very interested in their parents' stories.

As for the changes Song Jie said, Ji Wenliang certainly noticed, he understood Feng Ming's personality.Feng Ming was making a decision, and the more important the decision, the more things he had to think about and the longer he had to think about it.

Ji Wenliang believes that as long as everything goes well, there will be a good result.

However, an accident happened.

On this day, Ji Wenliang asked Feng Ming to verify the list, but when he arrived at the office, he found that Feng Ming was not there.

"Director Feng went to the emergency department for consultation."

The nurse on duty told him.

"Okay, I see, thank you."

Ji Wenliang had no choice but to go to the emergency department.

Lin Tong has been unlucky recently.

First, the old man called him back to the country, asked him to manage some shit company, asked him to stay in that boring office from [-] to [-], read some data that he couldn't understand, and then arranged a blind date for him, forcing him to Going shopping with that boring woman, he managed to find an opportunity to slip out, and was about to go to the bar for a few drinks, but he bumped into a dilapidated taxi on the way, scratching his beloved car into several marks.

"Oh, Mom, don't talk about me, I'm all injured, my arms are cut... A small injury? Is this a small injury? It hurts, and the nurse wiped the blood for a long time... Okay, Stop nagging, are you annoying every day, I won't tell you, I went to get the medicine, what kind of broken hospital, there is not even a sign... Oh, I'm dead. "

He was walking in the long corridor, and he found a white figure among the rushing crowd, and walked over quickly.

"Hey, doctor."

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Ji Wenliang turned his head. It was a tall patient with gauze wrapped around his arm and a black leather jacket draped over his shoulders.

"what happened?"

Lin Tong didn't expect that he would meet such a good-looking person just by casually dating him. He stared at him for a long time, and he didn't recover until the other party showed a puzzled expression.

"Then... where is the medicine?"

"Go straight ahead and turn left and you will see it."

Seeing that this person was still staring at him, Ji Wenliang thought he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it again.

"Go straight and turn left."

"Why do you look so familiar to me? Hey! Are you Ji Wenliang?"

Ji Wenliang showed a surprised expression, he didn't have this person at all in his memory.

"you are……"

"You don't know me anymore? I'm Lin Tong. I bought you a drink in the bar back then. That's right. No wonder you don't remember me. It's been so many years, and I almost didn't recognize you. How did you become a doctor? Don’t you like singing? But you look good in this white coat.”

After hearing what he said, Ji Wenliang understood that this was a trace of the original owner's absurd youth.

But the trace was so shallow that even the system didn't recognize it.

Before he could figure out how to deal with the accident, the other party posed a difficult problem for him.

"Later, I went abroad to study, and we didn't have a chance to contact. I came back this time because I need to deal with some matters in the company. When do you get off work? Let's go out for a drink?"

"This... You are injured, right? Alcohol will speed up the blood circulation of the body. It is best not to drink alcohol during the injury, it is not good for your health... I have something to do, I will go first."

Ji Wenliang took a step forward, Lin Tong stretched out his arm to stop him.

"Don't go, you can't drink if you're injured, can you drink when the injury recovers? Or else you can eat...you can also eat, let's add a friend and get in touch when the time comes?"

"I'm sorry, I really have something to do, I'm leaving first..."

They chattered in the corridor, which already attracted the attention of some people, including Feng Ming.

He first saw Ji Wenliang chatting with a man standing in the corridor. From the expression of that man, he could tell that they were old friends. Then the man stopped Ji Wenliang from leaving and put his hand on his arm.

Seeing this, he walked over.

"what happened?"

Seeing Feng Ming, Ji Wenliang was at a loss, "Teacher Feng..."

Feng Ming glanced at him, then turned his gaze to Lin Tong.

"This patient, what's the matter with you?"

Lin Tong looked Feng Ming up and down and stood up straight.

"What's your business?"

"I am his superior physician, and all his behavior in the hospital needs to be under my supervision and guidance."

"Why, the leader still cares about private affairs?"

"Private matter?" Feng Ming chewed these two words carefully, then turned to look at Ji Wenliang, "Do you know him?"

Ji Wenliang leaned towards Feng Ming.

"I do not know him."

"Hey, Ji Wenliang, you..."

"It's like this, patient," Feng Ming interrupted him, "First of all, the hospital is a workplace, and doctors should put business first in principle, and secondly, Doctor Ji just explained that he doesn't know you, so there is no such thing as a 'private matter' , the most important thing is that Dr. Ji is a heart surgeon, and your illness is handled by the emergency department, you can ask the doctor in charge of you for any questions about diagnosis and treatment."

"I……"

"You have two choices, go to the first doctor yourself, or I will ask the security guard to take you there."

This business-like and threatening attitude made Lin Tong speechless. He glared at the two of them, shook his jacket and left.

After the eye-obstructing person left, Feng Ming cast his eyes on Ji Wenliang again.

"Are you looking for me."

"I... need to review this."

Feng Ming took the form, flipped through it, took out a pen from his left breast pocket, signed at the end, and handed it back to Ji Wenliang.

Ji Wenliang felt that Feng Ming was a little angry, it was not difficult to tell, he used a lot of strength when handing him the document, and he walked very fast on the way back.

But he really couldn't get rid of the original owner's blame, and he didn't know where to start if he wanted to explain it.

Before going to bed at night, Ji Wenliang lay on the bed holding his mobile phone, the light from the screen shone on a tangled face.

He clicked on the keyboard, deleted and typed, typed and deleted, and finally a line of text fell on the screen.

"Teacher Feng, I'm off work tomorrow. I'm going to make dumplings. Do you have time to eat at my house?"

This is not a whim, but a thought beforehand.

He wanted to say it face to face, but he was really guilty about what happened during the day, so he simply changed the form - sending a text message.

He stared at the words on the screen for a while before pressing the "send" button.

Then buried the phone in the pillow.