Bang!
Tan Klin's fingers covered the white cloth back on the body's face, and his low tone was filled with the volcanic eruption, saying to her: "You reveal it yourself!"
Although the teacher's tone was strong, she actually let her go. Xie Wanying felt relaxed.
After a slight irritation in his heart, Tan Kelin's dark eyes poked her head "hardly" and turned around.
No, there was a slamming sound from the door of the anatomy room, and a white hexagram left a shadow.
The teacher went out. Xie Wanying looked at the body of the patient in front of her, and her eyes gradually changed from being stunned to iron light.
Looking back, she looked at the patient's face without revealing the white cloth, and the patient's facial features were clearly reflected in her mind.
I feel uncomfortable, as if my internal organs are caught by my claws.
The teacher achieved her goal and saw that she was actually no different from an ordinary medical student.
There is no time when she is not afraid. Because she is afraid, she will never allow herself to be cowardly at critical moments. This cowardice directly caused her to watch her relatives die before she was reborn.
This is a situation that the teacher doesn't know.
The patient who had saved with all his might finally pass away, and after all, he did his best to not regret it. He can only admit that this is the case with medical development, and like all medical staff, she cannot become an omnipotent god to revive the dead.
There is a saying among ordinary people that the King of Hell told you to die in the third update, who dares to keep people until the fifth update. This statement perfectly interprets many such cases in clinical practice. Medical personnel tried their best to save them, but ultimately could not save their lives.
No matter what, there is sadness. Doctors are not cold-blooded animals after all. They have feelings. When a patient they know passes away, they will always feel the fragility and pitifulness of life.
"I'm sorry. I tried my best but still couldn't save you."
A whisper echoed quietly in the anatomy room symbolizing death, and if it could not disappear for a long time.
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Cardiac thoracic surgery
Chang Jiawei walked along the way and saw Zhou Junpeng and asked, "Is he here?"
"Mr. Fu is here." Zhou Junpeng nodded to him and took him to Fu Xinheng's office.
"He's alone?"
"right."
"Not eating?"
"Does Teacher Chang want to invite Teacher Fu to a meal?"
"You boy!" Chang Jiawei's hand couldn't help but want to grab the boy's hair in front of him, "He is awesome, not inferior to me."
Zhou Junpeng didn't dare to compare, and said repeatedly: "I'm not as good as Teacher Chang's mouth. A group of little girls were fascinated by the words of Teacher Chang."
After snorting, Chang Jiawei pushed open the door of his old classmate's office and walked in.
Inside, Fu Xinheng stood beside the tea cabinet against the wall and decorated his thermos cup.
"Congratulations, I've been promoted to the deputy high school. Everyone knows your happy event and asks me to invite you to dinner all the way. You said, where do you want to eat?" Chang Jiawei said with one hand in his white coat pocket.
Zhou Junpeng, who was suddenly pulled into the pit by him, hurriedly stood on the corner and said to Fu Xinheng: "I didn't say anything to Teacher Chang."
"You want to know the news, where do you need to pass through him?" Fu Xinheng turned around and said.
"That's right, what are you asking me to do? Don't you want me to treat you to a meal?" Chang Jiawei asked with a smile.
The old classmate rarely comes to find someone for non-official reasons on weekdays. He was a little curious. When he came here, he saw that the old classmate did not say that he would ask him to treat a patient as before.
"I'll have dinner together later. Isn't it Saturday?" Fu Xinheng said.
Chapter completed!