"Let's talk about it later." Yan Qiaoan responded in a low voice.

She was half lying on the sofa, and her complicated thoughts made her fall into a long silence.

Listening to the ping-pong sound in the kitchen, she got up and went to help Lin Huan clean up.

Lin Huan would not talk about one thing all the time, but he would find new ways to tell her new things to help her relax.

Because Yan Qiaoan was still on duty at night, Lin Huan urged her to take a nap after dinner.

Before twelve o'clock in the evening, she just arrived at the hospital and saw Pan Mu next to her department.

He stood next to the nurse's station and kept looking down at the time on his watch.

When Yan Qiaoan saw him, she felt sad about being deceived and upset. Just when she was about to ignore him and walk by, Pan Mu immediately greeted her, "Qiao An!"

She went to the doctor's office, picked up the handover manual on the table and looked through it, "Dr. Pan, there are no patients in our department that you need to consult today. Is there something wrong?"

"I know you don't like to be disturbed when you are at work, and I have no other intention. I bought you some things. Remember to eat if you are hungry at night." Pan Mu said softly, his eyes constantly looking at her expression.

While the two were talking, a nurse rushed over and said, "Dr. Yan, a group of car accident patients have been sent to the emergency department and need surgery. I just called to transfer you there."

"Which doctor will be arranged to be on duty here?" Yan Qiao'an said as he walked quickly towards the door.

"Doctor Chen is already in the dressing room." The nurse responded hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll go there now." Yan Qiaoan said, buttoned up his white coat, and jogged towards the emergency room, ignoring Pan Mu the whole time.

There were a series of car accidents in the city, including spontaneous combustion of vehicles.

Right now, the emergency room is filled with injured people of all kinds, and the sound of wailing can be heard everywhere.

"Doctor Yan! There is a patient here who needs your surgery!" An emergency nurse quickly approached. She recorded the patient's condition and explained urgently: "There is a fracture in the chest... the situation is not good."

Yan Qiaoan frowned and hurried to the patient's side. Her expression was serious, "Can't check blood pressure, emergency resuscitation! Notify the anesthetist, and also apply for plasma and red blood cells."

The medical staff on the side were giving first aid and pushing the patient to the operating room. Yan Qiaoan was about to walk in, but her white coat was pulled by a small force.

The little girl was only about five or six years old. There was still dust on her face and scratches on her arms.

She looked at Yan Qiaoan with wet eyes, "Sister doctor, will my father be okay?"

Yan Qiaoan took a deep breath, squatted down and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, we will do our best to rescue him."

She raised her eyes and looked at the nurse beside her, "Take her for disinfection first."

Yan Qiaoan raised his hand and rubbed her head, turned around and strode into the operating room.

Time passed bit by bit. Under the shadowless lamp, Yan Qiaoan's expression was concentrated, and there were tiny beads of sweat around the bridge of his nose.

They were fighting for their lives in the hands of death. "The fractured chest restricted breathing and the blood oxygen dropped!"

Yan Qiaoan: "Change the ventilator to volume control ventilation!"

During the three-hour operation, they worked together to bring the patient back from the brink of death.

Throughout the night, Yan Qiaoan was busy rescuing people. When she dragged her exhausted body back to her department, Dr. Chen looked sad.

"Doctor Yan, your patient Jiang Yingying... was not rescued last night."

Yan Qiaoan's pupils trembled slightly, "Her condition has always been stable. How could this be?"

“Tetralogy of Fallot was accompanied by pulmonary infection, I was young, and my family couldn’t afford the expenses, so I finally gave up.”

As Dr. Chen spoke, he patted her shoulder.

"I know you always take care of them, but in our line of work, we are used to seeing life and death, so you should adjust your mentality."

Doctors are not afraid of life and death, but they also have feelings. Jiang Yingying is a lively and lovely girl who likes to talk and laugh with Yan Qiaoan occasionally.

Life is passing by, and she should be fearless, but now Yan Qiao'an, all the things are piled up together, and she is even more uncomfortable, "I understand."

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, so she took off her white coat and strode outside.

Yan Qiao'an was sitting in the corner of the hospital hall at the moment, looking at the people rushing around, having a panoramic view of all aspects of life.

Her boyfriend cheated on her, the night before was ridiculous, and the patient died, all were intricately intertwined in her heart. Even her sobs at the moment were hiding her powerlessness and frustration.

The phone vibrated and Yan Qiaoan opened WeChat.
Chapter completed!