What little frog? As if he heard Dr. Dong's words, Yin Fengchun suddenly turned around, glanced at the row of people, his face turned cold, and said: "Put the midnight snacks in the doctor's office."
Dr. Dong shouted happily and was the first to rush into the doctor's office. Others followed.
When we entered the office, everyone eagerly opened the plastic bags. The noodles contained inside gave off an alluring aroma, and their stomachs rang.
"Aren't you going to eat, Doctor Yin?" Sister Xu called Yin Fengchun outside to come in and eat.
¡°Stop calling him, he¡¯s not hungry. He¡¯s busy talking on the phone with his girlfriend.¡± Dr. Dong said, picking up a bowl and eager to eat it first.
As expected of being an optimist, he quickly forgot about his failed argument with Dr. Li.
"Where did he go?" Xin Yanjun turned around to look for Li Chengyuan. It seemed that her classmates had not come for supper.
"Dr. Li is on the phone in the surgical clinic." Sister Xu seemed to be aware of the emergency doctor's movements and answered effortlessly, "I guess the call was to Dr. Fu. Dr. Fu is still in the hospital tonight."
Everyone nodded and looked at Sister Xu: You are so awesome. You know all this.
Sister Xu smiled easily. As an excellent emergency department nurse, she is especially responsible for triage. The more she knows about the movements of doctors in the hospital, the better. If anything happens, it will be easier to call someone down to help.
Teacher Fu is actually here. Xie Wanying thought.
In the same hospital, you can often meet acquaintances when working the night shift.
The old lady was going to be hospitalized, and the night shift doctor from the neurosurgery department came down to see how the patient was doing.
Song Xuelin walked to the door of the emergency doctor¡¯s office and saw the delicious crab paste noodles he had eaten at the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department on the table inside. This was a mouth-watering delicacy, and he knew that he would have enough to eat as long as he worked the night shift with someone.
The person eating late-night snacks turned around and noticed his expression.
"Are you here to admit patients?" Huang Zhilei asked him.
When asked by his senior, Song Xuelin nodded, honestly put away his saliva and prepared to see the patient.
"Doctor Song." Xie Wanying picked up a bowl of crab paste noodles that no one had opened and packed it in a plastic bag for him to take with him to eat. Fa Xiao was very good at being a good person, and would always prepare a few extra midnight snacks and bring them to him just in case.
Seeing her considerate behavior, a smile appeared in Song Xuelin's brown eyes: Dr. Xie was the best to him.
Huang Zhilei glanced at his junior sister: Why are you so nice to him?
I felt that Dr. Song was a bit pitiful, and he was probably "taken care of" by Senior Brother Cao during this period. After receiving Senior Brother Huang's look, Xie Wanying immediately took out a big white rabbit candy from her white coat pocket and stuffed it into Senior Brother Huang's pocket.
Huang Zhilei, who was stuffed with sweets by his junior sister: Did this¡ªdid he become a child?
I saw that other people beside me were already laughing.
"I'll come back after seeing the patient to get it, Doctor Xie." Song Xuelin thanked Xie Wanying and quickly turned around to see the patient. After collecting the emergency patient, he could have a midnight snack and sleep.
"Wait a minute." Xie Wanying followed him. The old lady was the first patient she and Teacher Xin treated. She needed to inform the ward doctor to transfer the patient.
The two of them walked to the observation room one after another.
On the way, Song Xuelin glanced at her and wanted to ask: How about internal medicine? Isn¡¯t it boring not to have surgery? Otherwise, hurry up and get out of the nerve center.
Unexpectedly, when he turned around, she noticed the dark circles under his eyes that he was trying to hide.
Neurosurgery takes a long time, and one operation takes much longer than an operation in a general surgical department. Doctors who have just arrived in this department are not very adaptable. They need to adjust their schedules and reallocate their rest and work. He is now in the adaptation stage, so Cao Yong cannot be called deliberately trying to deal with him.
"It will get better in a while." Song Xuelin turned his face to the side and avoided her gaze in embarrassment, knowing that her vision was far more powerful than X-rays.
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