Stopping the bleeding as soon as possible is more important than anything else.
The old man didn’t understand any professional terminology, but he knew what it means to be lucky. When he got on the stretcher, he looked up at the people around him and asked: “Who saved me?”
The common people don't care, as long as they remember who their savior is.
At this point, Dr. Zhang lowered his head and sneaked away while Ren Chongda and the others were distracted.
"Old man, let's go to the hospital first." After the emergency doctor comforted the old man, he went to check on the unconscious uncle and asked Cao Yong, "He has a traumatic brain injury. Do you want to operate on him?"
"I am not on duty in the brain surgery department today." Cao Yong replied.
Handsome Cao couldn't possibly steal someone else's job. The injured were all taken away by the emergency department. Cao Yong took the mineral water brought by the clerk, opened the bottle cap, and rinsed Xie Wanying's bloody hands to avoid walking all the way.
It used to scare passers-by to death.
Handsome guy Cao, who is a surgeon, has delicate and gentle fingers and is now carefully pouring water on someone's hand.
Such handsome guy Cao in the hazy night is so charming.
Zhang Xiaohui and the two girls looked at each other with their hearts beating.
"Thank you, teacher." Xie Wanying thanked her sincerely.
Cao Yong threw away the empty water bottle, took out the handkerchief from his trouser pocket and handed it to her: "Wipe your face."
Was there blood on her face? Xie Wanying took his handkerchief and wiped it on her face.
"Also, call me senior brother." Cao Yong said to her.
Zhang Xiaohui and the two girls felt a twitch in their hearts: just now the three of them tried so diligently to call their senior brother but were rejected——
"It's so boring!" A girl stamped her foot and cursed.
Zhang Xiaohui's face was gloomy, and she turned around to walk. Seeing this, the other two girls followed her, looking back from time to time to engrave Xie Wanying's face firmly in their minds.
Isn't it the same to call her teacher or senior? Xie Wanying didn't think much about this problem, but she remembered that she had to wash the handkerchief that her senior lent her to wipe her face and return it to others.
After regaining some strength, Xie Wanying stood up, put on her schoolbag, and followed three teachers to the restaurant first. She borrowed someone else's sink to wash her hands and face, and also borrowed soap to wash someone's handkerchief.
Cao Yong and the others sat back to the table where they were eating.
When the dishes and rice are cold, ask the waiter to reheat them.
Ren Chongda glanced at the squad leader standing next to him and said, "Send her back to the girls' dormitory later."
"Yes, Teacher Ren." When he answered, Yue Wentong's voice was a little weak. He didn't know what he could say next. After all, his performance tonight was obvious to all and he embarrassed the counselor.
Hearing the mood of the squad leader, Ren Chongda said: "Medicine has a long way to go."
Medicine is not about getting 90% or 100% at the beginning. The road to medicine is very long and arduous. Every day is a new exam. There is never an end, and there is never anyone who is the best.
"Be a doctor. As long as you can save one patient every time, you will win." Zhu Huicang continued what his old classmate said.
After hearing what the two teachers said, Yue Wentong felt even more embarrassed because he only thought about winning or losing with Xie Wanying at the moment.
As a doctor, a normal mind is more important than anything else.
"Senior brother." After washing the handkerchief, Xie Wanying walked out and handed the wrung-out handkerchief to someone, "I washed it, but I couldn't dry it in time for senior brother. Otherwise, I can take it back to the balcony of the dormitory and let it cool down."
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"Okay, you take it to dry." Cao Yong said.
Xie Wanying was startled: Ah, isn't handsome Cao anxious to get his handkerchief back?