No one is qualified to ask others to understand you naturally.
[Really? I just feel very lucky. Whether I can save the patient or not really depends on luck. I can only make sure I don’t make mistakes, and the rest depends on God.]
The reason why worries are called worries is because they are kept in one's heart and slowly passed away.
[Doctors are not gods. If you try your best to save the patient, God will see it, and she will see it too.]
So, if someone can understand what you are thinking.
[What did you say?]
Understand your scars.
[She will see that every move you make on the operating table has weight for both of you. Brother, you are amazing.]
Seriously, what a blessing.
"Cheers!"
A piece of raised wine glasses and a drink can collided together. In this barbecue restaurant called "Nan's BBQ House", the Cardiothoracic Surgery Department of Ruge Hospital started this celebration banquet.
But unlike traditional "celebrations", what they celebrate is not the "success" of doing one thing well, but the "merit" of saving two lives.
"Thank you to Jiaen's parents, thank you to Jiaen, okay, let's move on."
Putting a piece of freshly grilled pork belly on the plate in front of him, Lin Zeng smiled and waved his hands, letting everyone who was waiting for him to start eating quickly.
This barbecue restaurant is a small shop run by Nan Jiaen's parents. At this time, it has put up a "temporary business" sign and is here to entertain her daughter's teachers and colleagues.
Of course, Lin Zengxian had promised that he would treat the guests, so he would not let the Nan family close the store in vain.
Under his strong insistence to "either accept the fee or take the people away to eat at another restaurant", the Nan family finally had to accept the two-hour fee and meal expenses at the private restaurant.
"Teacher, let me toast you."
Three people away from Lin Zengxian, Jin Zhixun, the most lively personality among the group, refilled his drink and raised his glass again.
Lin Zengxian was very strict with him, whether he was practicing medicine or doing things.
At first, people around him who didn't know the situation thought that Lin Zengxian had quickly integrated into the "rules of the seniors and juniors" here. However, only Jin Zhixun himself and a few other people knew that Lin Zengxian never paid attention to such rules. This person was
I really think Kim Ji-hoon is talented and want to promote him.
"Zhixun, you did a great job today. I hope you can usher in the day of being the surgeon as soon as possible."
Raising their glasses, Lin Zengxian and Jin Zhixun clinked them, their eyes full of praise and their hearts a little emotional.
I think Professor Mikael also said this to him back then.
It's a pity that his first surgery happened in that tragic accident.
It was from that incident that Professor Mikael later decided to make an exception and promote this most talented student.
Now, it's his turn to assume the role of "teacher".
It is really difficult to cultivate a talent.
Every move is made with hard work.
"Yes, thank you teacher!"
No longer nervous in front of Lin Zengxian, Jin Zhixun drank a full glass of wine and said nothing more.
It is difficult for "Dr. Lin" to perform surgery so early, but this does not prevent these residents from having the best hopes, especially when they are blessed by "teacher".
Watching the interaction between Jin Zhixun and Lin Zengxian, Nan Jiaen touched his wine glass and finally picked up the tachyon.
Let the teacher eat something first, and then make a toast yourself.
Sitting on the seat next to Lin Zengxian, Liu Zhimin watched Lin Zengxian refill her drink and turned to talk to the head nurse in the operating room on the other side. She looked left and right and found that no one was paying attention to her, so she took a sip.
Pressing her lips together, she quietly reached out and touched Lin Zengxian's small wine glass.
I have never experienced the taste of wine. According to the local age calculation, I am almost seventeen years old, very close to adulthood. Some of my classmates have drunk it. I should drink a little secretly to taste the taste.
Yeah...
"No, thanks to seniors today, without the full cooperation of seniors, there would be no final success."
Seeing the head nurse speaking, Lin Zengxian didn't even look back. He raised his hand and pinched Liu Zhimin's wrist.
There were only two or three centimeters left between the fingertips and the small wine glass. Liu Zhimin struggled slightly, but couldn't escape Lin Zengxian's grasp at all. He curled his lips and had no choice but to "surrender" and retracted his hand slyly.
"Children can't drink alcohol."
Picking up Liu Zhimin's drink can and placing it in front of her, Lin Zengxian put his wine glass on the other side again, making Liu Zhien next to Liu Zhimin couldn't help laughing.
My sister is really well managed by Lin Zengxian.
"oppa, I am not a child anymore."
They all pouted and looked at Lin Zengxian unconvinced. Liu Zhimin stretched out his finger and poked Lin Zengxian's arm unwillingly.
When she and Lin Zengxian were alone, the title changed from "Brother Lin" to "Brother";
When other people were present, the title changed from "Lin oppa" to "oppa".
Including Liu Zhien, no one seems to pay attention to these changes, and Lin Zengxian himself has never paid attention to it. Anyway, no matter what Liu Zhimin calls him, he will agree as usual.
"That's right, Jimin is not a child anymore."
Looking at Liu Zhimin, Lin Zengxian nodded, smiling so much that his eyes narrowed.
Yes, Yoo Jimin is not a child who can say "She will also see it".
"Thank you."
In a soft voice, not intending to be heard by others, Lin Zengxian's eye lines softened again, his smile became lighter, and his eyes were quiet.
Thank you Ryu Jimin for your understanding.
Those words that caught me off guard were inspiring and touching.
She didn't say anything, didn't shake her head in denial, Liu Jimin just smiled.
With the same quiet look, her eyes also contained warmth and hope.
This warmth does not rely on any external force, just like being held in the palm of your hand.
This hope is not mixed with any relief, it is like the cycle of four seasons throughout the year, arriving on time, as if it is coming as promised.
This child...this person has really grown up.
"Kids, there's this."
Nan Jiaen's mother's voice came from far away, and the old man came over with a big cake in his hands.
Nan Jiaen's father went out to buy it at last minute. He didn't have time to order it, so he bought the most expensive and largest one in the cake shop.
"Thank you, aunt!"
"Thank you!"
Amidst the shouts of thanks, Kim Ji-hoon was the first to stand up, taking the cake with both hands first, scanning the top layer with his eyes, smiling happily.
This cake not only says "Thank you everyone" in local dialect, but also thoughtfully writes it in Chinese.
"Are you happy?"
Looking at the cake, Lin Zengxian asked Liu Zhimin.
"Well, if after dinner, oppa can go home and take a nap and have a good rest, then I will be even happier."
Looking at Lin Zengxian, Liu Zhimin responded with a few words.
"What?"
In the commotion, Lin Zengxian, who didn't hear clearly, looked at Liu Zhimin.
"Happy."
In the silence, Liu Zhimin continued to look at Lin Zengxian.