Tan Kelin put the white cloth back on the body's face with his fingers, and in a low tone full of the imminent volcanic eruption, he said to her: "Expose it yourself!"
Despite the teacher's harsh tone, she actually let her go. Xie Wanying felt relieved.
Feeling anxious in her heart, Tan Lin's livid eyes poked her head "severely" and turned away.
After a while, there was a slamming sound at the door of the anatomy room, and there was a shadow of the white hexagram.
The teacher went out. Xie Wanying's eyes looked at the patient's body in front of her, and the look in her eyes slowly changed from daze to iron light.
Turning back, she looked squarely at the patient's face. She didn't need to take off the white cloth. The patient's facial features were clearly reflected in her mind.
My heart felt uncomfortable, as if my internal organs were being grasped by claws.
The teacher's goal was achieved and he saw that she was actually no different from an ordinary medical student.
There was never a time when she wasn't afraid, and precisely because she was afraid, she would never allow herself to be cowardly at critical moments. This cowardice directly caused her to watch her relatives die before her rebirth.
This is something the teacher doesn't know about.
The patient who tried her best to save finally passed away. After all, she tried her best and did not need to regret it. We can only admit that with the development of medicine at this stage, she, like all medical staff, cannot become an omnipotent god to bring the dead back to life.
There is a common saying among the common people: If the King of Hell tells you to die at the third watch, who dares to save someone until the fifth watch? This sentence perfectly explains many such cases in clinical practice. The medical staff tried their best to save the patient, but in the end they could not save his life.
In any case, there is sadness. After all, doctors are not cold-blooded animals. They have feelings. When seeing a patient they know die, they will always feel the fragility and pity of life.
"I'm sorry. I tried my best but still couldn't save you."
A whisper echoed faintly in the autopsy room, which symbolized the death zone, and it would not disappear if it took a long time.
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cardiothoracic surgery
Chang Jiawei saw Zhou Junpeng along the way and asked, "Is he there?"
"Teacher Fu is here." Zhou Junpeng nodded to him and took him to Fu Xinheng's office.
"Is he alone?"
"right."
"Don't want to eat?"
"Teacher Chang, do you want to treat Teacher Fu to dinner?"
"You kid!" Chang Jiawei couldn't help but want to grab the hair of the kid in front of him. "You are so talkative. You are not inferior to me."
This Zhou Junpeng did not dare to compare, and kept saying: "I am not as sharp as Teacher Chang. A group of little girls were all fascinated when they heard Teacher Chang speak."
With a snort, Chang Jiawei pushed open the door of his old classmate's office and walked in.
Inside, Fu Xinheng stood by the tea cabinet against the wall and filled his thermos cup with water.
"Congratulations, you've been promoted to deputy. Your people all know about your happy event, and they asked me all the way to invite you to dinner. Where do you want to eat?" Chang Jiawei put a hand in the pocket of his white coat and said
.
Zhou Junpeng, who was suddenly pulled into the pit, hurriedly stood at the corner and said to Fu Xinheng, "I didn't say anything to Teacher Chang."
"If you want to know the news, you need to go through him." Fu Xinheng turned around and said.
"That's right, what are you asking me for? Don't you want me to treat you to dinner?" Chang Jiawei asked with a smile.
The old classmate, a robot, rarely came to see people for non-official reasons. He was a little curious. When he came here, he saw that the old classmate did not ask him to consult with any patient as before.
"Let's have dinner together later. Isn't it Saturday?" Fu Xinheng said.
"Okay, I've made a reservation for lunch." Chang Jiawei responded cheerfully.
