Several middle school students read the information in her eyes and couldn't help but nod. One day, maybe like this doctor sister, they can know why their classmates died suddenly, and what methods can doctors use to prevent such tragedies.
Time waited for no one, so Xie Wanying turned around, jumped into the ambulance, and sat down with the squad leader. Seeing that the squad leader might have heard them talking, Xie Wanying joked to the squad leader: "Squad monitor, would you like to say a few words to them and encourage them."
Several children stood beside the ambulance and did not leave, intending to watch them go.
When Yue Wentong received her words, he could only think of what a group of classmates had said about her: When Yingying told a joke, remember to pretend not to hear it because Yingying's jokes were too boring.
The only female top student in the class can't tell jokes. It shows that geniuses still have flaws.
"No need." Yue Wentong refused. The reason was simple. As the squad leader, he had been managing his own team for four years and had been in charge until he wanted to die. He had no other leisure.
The monitor is always so cool. Xie Wanying smiled.
Seeing that Teacher Xin was not in a good mood, he sat in the passenger seat to relieve his depression alone.
The ambulance left the school with its siren sounding slightly sad.
Night has fallen, and the sky is filled with neon lights in the metropolis. Adults and children after a busy day go home to reunite. But a young patient is separated from his family and cannot be reunited.
The medical staff in the car arrived but could not save anyone. They all adjusted their mentality to continue the next work.
When we returned to the hospital, the car hadn't stopped yet. Sister Xu, who was also on duty tonight, ran out and shouted to the ambulance driver: "We're going to have an emergency again, sir, don't drive away."
Today's emergency business was so good. The ambulance driver just wanted to get off the cab to rest, but he could only lift his back legs to get back into the cab.
The nurse traveling with the car also turned around and sat back in the car without moving.
Xin Yanjun looked over and asked Sister Xu: "Am I going to drive again? What kind of patient?"
"It's not you, Dr. Xin. It's Dr. Li, a surgical patient." Sister Xu waved her to get out of the car.
Xin Yanjun took the two students out of the ambulance and walked over to chat with Sister Xu. When the ambulance came back from the ambulance, they had to fill in relevant records. Sister Xu also asked them about the situation of picking up patients.
"Myocardial infarction patient, fifteen years old, my pupils dilated when I went there." Xin Yanjun spoke with almost no energy, out of frustration.
"No wonder I didn't see you pulling people back. I think the patient's condition must be too mild to be saved, or there is no need to save him." Sister Xu said with experience and straightforwardly without any nonsense, "Today our emergency department is very unlucky. It is said that we have bad luck.
None of the patients they went out to treat during the day survived."
Xin Yanjun's heart trembled with fear. It was her turn to drive tonight. If she had known, she would have switched shifts with Dr. Dong last night. Dr. Dong was obviously much more fortunate than her.
Doctors sometimes rely on luck when picking up patients. If they are all dead like this patient when they go there, the doctor's skills will be of no use. Doctors are not gods, and there is no magic that can bring the dead back to life.
"What patient?" Xin Yanjun asked her surgical classmate what patient he was going to pick up, wondering what the surgery's luck would be tonight.
"Trauma." Sister Xu replied, "120 never knows for sure. We have to go to the scene to see what the situation is."
