Yan Murong was sleeping soundly when a rapid ringing of the phone woke him up. He drowsily picked up the phone's receiver and said casually, "Hello, this is a phone recording. Please call me when you hear the 'beep' sound."
message."
Before the "beep" sound came out, I heard Teng Xiangling's cry like an old woman in heat coming from the phone.
"Yan Murong, listen, I don't care what you are doing now. Immediately, immediately, even if you put on your wings and fly, fly to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine." After saying that, without giving Yan Murong a chance to ask questions, he said, "
Hang up the phone with a bang.
Yan Murong stood stupidly for a long time holding the microphone, not understanding what Teng Xiangling was trying to do in such a hurry, but listening to her tone, it was as if her butt was burning in a hurry, and she didn't dare to delay. Yan Murong didn't even have time to wash her face.
, he put on his coat casually and ran out.
Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine is not far from where Teng Xiangling lives. It only takes 20 minutes to walk. After waiting for two minutes and not seeing an empty taxi, Yan Murong looked away in the surprised eyes of passers-by.
He opened his legs and ran quickly.
In less than ten minutes, Yan Murong appeared at the door of Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
The bright red words "Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine" hang high on the roof of the main building. The main building is white, which also symbolizes the sacred aspect.
Just when he was about to ask the security guard at the door where Teng Xiangling was, he heard someone calling him from behind.
"Xiaoyan, why are you here?" The window of a black Audi A4 car was opened, and Zhong Zhenguo, with white hair and gold-rimmed eyes, poked his head out and looked at Yan Murong and asked.
"Mr. Zhong, why are you here?" Yan Murong was surprised when he saw Zhong Zhenguo. "It was Teng Xiangling who called me. What's wrong with you?"
"I was also called by that girl."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. You should get in the car too. It's still far inside." Zhong Zhenguo waved to Yan Murong and said.
After Yan Murong got into the car, Zhong Zhenguo said with a serious face. "That girl called me hurriedly and told me to go to the laboratory building as soon as possible. She didn't explain clearly what was going on. No, I heard she was quite
If you are in a hurry, you will come here."
While talking, the car was already driving quickly through a gravel road that was not too wide. Almost all the buildings encountered on the way were white, and it was difficult to see other colors. There were rows of French plants planted on both sides of the road.
The sycamore trees add a touch of freshness to this predominantly white campus.
Yan Murong once thought that although white represents holiness, it also symbolizes death. This is why when attending the debut party, everyone wore white clothes. At the same time, white is also a cold color ----- many people don't like it.
When they go to the hospital, it's not that they hate the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, it's just that the white eyes make them uncomfortable.
But since this is the case, why not change the place like the hospital to a warm color of pink or light yellow?
Just as he was thinking about it, the Audi car had stopped in front of another white building. As Zhong Zhenguo got out of the car, Yan Murong saw the three huge words "Lab Building".
"This is the laboratory building of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. It can also be regarded as the hospital within the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. There are both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine." Zhong Zhenguo explained to Yan Murong as he walked into the building.
Yan Murong thought to herself, did Teng Xiangling ask them to do the surgery?
Are you kidding me? Such a big medical school can’t find even one person who can do surgery?
Besides, even if it is an operation, the procedures are already in progress. Should I ask myself to be the surgeon? Thinking about the pile of geckos that I cut into pieces yesterday, Yan Murong is the one who needs the operation.
The guy felt sorry.
It is class time now, and the laboratory building is not open to the public, so except for two boring little nurses at the front desk, the entire hall seems extremely deserted.
"Grandpa Zhong, you are here." As soon as the elevator door opened, Teng Xiangling shouted and walked over quickly.
"Girl Teng, don't worry, be careful if you fall." Zhong Zhenguo looked at the shiny floor and said worriedly. "What's going on? Come find me?"
Only after the three of them entered the elevator did Yan Murong understand what had happened.
The feeling is that the director of the Yanjing Health Bureau came here today to perform an operation, a very simple heart bypass operation - but an accident happened. An artery in the heart accidentally ruptured, and then the blood was like tap water.
He couldn't stop it, and the doctors from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine had no choice but to give him blood transfusions while constantly trying to stop the bleeding.
"It's useless if you call me here." Zhong Zhenguo said helplessly. "Even if I use a silver needle to stop his bleeding, I have never tried it."
"That's right." Zhong Zhenguo suddenly looked at Yan Murong and said, "I almost forgot that you are good at using needles. This girl Teng called me over because of her feelings."
Looking at Teng Xiangling again, he looked at Zhong Zhenguo with an awkward expression and said, "Grandpa Zhong, don't mind. Although he is powerful, he is inexperienced and needs you to guide him."
"Haha, you stupid girl." Zhong Zhenguo laughed. He thought, this kid is inexperienced? His needle skills cannot be practiced in a few years - I'm afraid this kid's medical skills
, but also above oneself.
By the way, I heard him say that he learned his medical skills from an old man - who is this old man? What kind of person can teach such an apprentice?
For a moment, Zhong Zhenguo fell into deep thought. He really wanted to meet the old man Yan Murong mentioned.
When the three of them felt outside the door of the operating room, they happened to see a young nurse running inside with two packs of blood bags.
Teng Xiangling grabbed the little nurse and said, "Go in quickly and tell Principal Chen that I have found two doctors to help. Tell him that if you don't want the patient to die, let them in."
Hearing Teng Xiangling's words, the little nurse nodded repeatedly, opened the door of the operating room and walked in.
After a while, there was a rush of footsteps inside, and then, a man wearing a green surgical gown, a green surgical cap, a mask and sterile gloves came out. He first glanced at Teng Xiangling, and then nodded at Zhong Zhenguo.
He nodded and then said, "Old Zhong, it turns out you are here. That's great. Come on, change your clothes quickly."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the operating room again without even saying hello to Yan Murong.
Yan Murong smiled bitterly - it seemed that he was still too young, he must have regarded himself as a student of Zhong Zhenguo.