Chapter X

Jiang Xue thought that Jing Jing would take them to the Department of Internal Medicine, because in her impression, diseases such as fever and cold should be listed as internal medicine, but Jing Jing took them directly to the surgical office on the sixth floor. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Jiang Xue twisted her eyebrows in confusion: "Doctor An, shouldn't you see internal medicine for fever?" "He's infected with a trauma, I'm a doctor, I can handle it." Quietly said, he took his white coat from the hanger and put it on, took out a black hair ring from one side of his pocket, quickly tied the long hair behind his ears into a ponytail, and took out a doctor's hat from the other pocket and put it on, walked to the sink against the wall and washed his hands, opened the cabinet next to him, took out the trauma treatment equipment and put it on the table, and said to Ning Zhiyuan while putting medical latex gloves on his hands: "Roll up your sleeves." "A series of movements are smooth and clean. Ning Zhiyuan rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms to Jingjing, looking at Jingjing's serious treatment of the wound, and thought: I really didn't expect this seemingly quiet female doctor to have such a capable side.

After taking care of the wound, he quietly handed Ning Zhiyuan a thermometer for him to clip, and said to Jiang Xue while sorting out the instruments: "You go and help him register a number, I can prescribe it." Jiang Xue nodded and turned to go out.

When Jiang Xue came back after hanging up, Ning Zhiyuan's body temperature had already been measured. Quietly took the medical journal and began to write the medical journal: "The body temperature is 38.8, the wound is infected. Did you take the medicine I prescribed to you on time? "I forgot......" For some reason, Ning Zhiyuan was a little weak in the face of the quiet question. Jing Jing stamped his name on the sick record, and looked up at Ning Zhiyuan: "Why don't you eat?" Such a big wound do you think it doesn't exist? Ning Zhiyuan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Quietly shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Alas, I prescribed you antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicines, and there are many people in the infusion room, so I'll take you to our lounge for drops in a while." ”

Ning Zhiyuan was anxious when he heard that he wanted an infusion: "The infusion time is too long, I don't have that much time!" "I thought I had an appointment with Qiao Tiancheng tonight. Seeing that quietly's dark eyes glared at him again, his voice unconsciously became smaller and smaller: "I still have important work tonight, I can't delay, can I take medicine......"

"If you had taken the medicine on time earlier, it wouldn't be what it is now," Jing Jing looked at the time: "It's 2:50 now, first drop a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine, you can drip it within two hours, and change the fever to intramuscular injection." Ning Zhiyuan calculated the time, and made an appointment with Qiao Tiancheng to meet at a teahouse in the city at six o'clock in the evening. After the infusion, it should be too late to pass directly from the hospital, so he nodded in agreement.

The intramuscular injection paralyzed one of Ning Zhiyuan's legs instantly, and Ning Zhiyuan endured the pain and tried to maintain a normal pace, but the leg that didn't obey the call still made him look a little limped. Jiang Xue stepped forward to hold Ning Zhiyuan and wanted to support him, Ning Zhiyuan frowned, and pulled his arm out of Jiang Xue's hand: "I can walk by myself." Jiang Xue retracted her hand a little embarrassed, and her eyes drifted to the side. Although Ning Zhiyuan lowered his voice, the silence in front of him was still heard, and when he looked back, Ning Zhiyuan frowned slightly and looked forbearing, obviously it was very painful but still holding on, which felt a little funny in the eyes of Quiet, she turned her head quietly, and took the two of them to the lounge while secretly holding back a smile.

The nurse who was quietly found hung up the infusion bottle for Ning Zhiyuan and left, Ning Zhiyuan leaned sideways and half-leaned on the bed and said to Jiang Xue: "You go back first, and sort out and archive the confession you just recorded." Let Chen Feng come and pick me up at five o'clock. "Team Ning," Jiang Xue looked at Ning Zhiyuan, and her words were full of tenderness: "You can't be left alone to take care of your infusion, I'll accompany you, and I'll go back to sort out your confession when you finish your infusion." Ning Zhiyuan leaned his head on the pillow behind him: "There are doctors here, and there are nurses outside, I will ask them to help if there is something." "Dr. Ke'an is not on duty today, so why bother people." Jiang Xue was unwilling and continued to fight. "You go back quickly, try to tidy up before you get off work, and get off work on time." Although Ning Zhiyuan's tone was calm, his attitude was very resolute, Jiang Xue knew that no matter how insistent she was, she would not change Ning Zhiyuan's decision, so she could only bite her lower lip and agree.

Jing Jing wanted to settle down and leave Ning Zhiyuan, but now in this case, she was embarrassed to say that she was leaving, so she simply came over to play a round: "It's not troublesome, anyway, I came to the hospital to get a book to read at home, you can read anywhere, by the way, help him watch the drip, don't worry." Jiang Xue nodded: "Thank you, Doctor An, then I'll trouble you." Quiet smiled: "It's no trouble, I'll send you out, and go back to the office to get a few books by the way." ”

Ning Zhiyuan leaned sideways on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, although the pain of intramuscular injection began to slowly dissipate, he still didn't dare to let the position of the needle directly contact the bed. The door was gently pushed and there was a slight sound, and then Quiet came in with a few books in his hand and a large cushion under his arm, and Ning Zhiyuan opened his eyes, put the book on the bedside table, and smiled: "I woke you up?" "No, I wasn't asleep." Ning Zhiyuan said as he prepared to get up. "Don't move, lie down, put this behind your waist." Quietly said and stuffed the cushion back to Ning Zhiyuan's waist, and Ning Zhiyuan cooperated and lifted his body forward.

"The intramuscular injection was a little painful, but it got better quickly. You can sleep for a while, and I'll call you after the drop. After putting on the cushions, he poured another glass of water and put it on the bedside table, and then sat down on the chair next to the bed. With the support of this cushion, Ning Zhiyuan's waist was relaxed, and the pain in the eye of the needle was indeed relieved. Ning Zhiyuan closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. After a moment of sleep, she opened her eyes again, sat quietly a step away from him, read carefully with a book in her hand, took off her hat, her ponytail hair hung down on one side of her chest, the afternoon sun shone on her side face through the half-open curtains, and her fair face seemed to be coated with a golden halo. The book gently turned a page, Ning Zhiyuan glanced at the cover and said softly: "There are too many irreparable things in life. Since you are alive, you have to move forward. Those who have experienced great suffering have the right to prove that creating happiness and enduring suffering are the same capacities. Quietly looked at Ning Zhiyuan in surprise: "Have you read this book?" Ning Zhiyuan lightly hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Actually, another book by Zhou Guoping is more suitable for you." Quiet's face flushed slightly, and she pursed her lips: "You are talking about "Quiet"? "Well, I like a passage in that book: success is not the highest measure of the value of life, more important than success is that a person must have inner abundance, have his own true temperament and true interests, and have what he really likes to do." Ning Zhiyuan said quietly, and said: "As long as you have what you like to do, you will feel fulfilled and down-to-earth in any situation." After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Is being a police officer something you really enjoy doing?" Quietly asked Ning Zhiyuan. "Of course." Ning Zhiyuan replied seriously: "Originally, my parents wanted me to study business, but I secretly changed my college entrance examination volunteer to a police academy. "Why do you want to be a police officer?" Quiet asked again. "When I was a child, I was a hero complex, and I felt that being a police officer punished evil and promoted good was very powerful. Later, when I actually became a police officer, I realized that punishment is not the ultimate goal, and crime prevention is more important. Ning Zhiyuan smiled and asked, "What about you?" Do you like to be a doctor? Hearing this, the smile on his face gradually faded: "My father is a doctor." After a pause, he said, "When I was a child, I heard him say that 'doctors are the guardian angels of life'. ”

Ning Zhiyuan saw the quiet dim eyes, and was even more sure that Jing Jing was the sister of Anxin, the second deceased in the serial case, and Anxin's personal information showed that their father had passed away when they were young. Ning Zhiyuan sighed in his heart: The world is impermanent, who would have thought that the young female doctor in front of him had suffered so many blows. A trace of pity crossed Ning Zhiyuan's heart, and he hurriedly retracted his thoughts and changed the topic: "The work of the two of us is the same. Jing Jing raised his head and looked at Ning Zhiyuan: "How can it be the same?" You are arresting people, we are saving people. Ning Zhiyuan smiled: "I just didn't listen to you carefully, I just said 'punishment is not the goal, crime prevention is more important.'" 'The purpose of arresting people is to punish crime and stabilize society. To put it bluntly, only by arresting those criminals who pose a threat to the safety of people's lives and property can the people live a carefree and happy life. And isn't it true that doctors treat diseases and save people to protect people's health and save people's lives, so that people can live a carefree and happy life? Quiet was amused by Ning Zhiyuan's words: "Have you ever been a political commissar before, your ideological consciousness is so high!" Ning Zhiyuan looked at the quiet and stretched smile, and his mood brightened.

When Chen Feng rushed to the hospital, the picture he saw was Ning Zhiyuan half leaning on the bed, with a drip in his hand, sitting quietly on the chair next to the bed opposite Ning Zhiyuan, Ning Zhiyuan changed his previous seriousness, with a peaceful smile on his face, he was telling Ning Jing about the interesting things that happened in his usual work and life, and he listened quietly and seriously, and was amused by Ning Zhiyuan's words from time to time. The impact of this picture was too great, making Chen Feng a little unable to believe that the man in front of him was the captain with zero sense of humor in his impression.

Ning Zhiyuan saw Chen Feng stunned at the door, and asked strangely, "What are you doing there?" Why don't you come in? Quiet turned around: "Chen Feng is here!" As he spoke, he got up and went to the corner to move another chair, Chen Feng hurriedly went over and took the chair: "Doctor An, you sit, I'll come by myself." As soon as Chen Feng sat down, Ning Zhiyuan asked: "Have you finished sorting out the visit records?" "Well, I'll be here as soon as I'm done." Quiet took a glass of water for Chen Feng, and filled Ning Zhiyuan's cup on the bedside table. Seeing that the two of them were going to talk about work, they deliberately wanted to avoid it, raised their eyes to look at the infusion bag, there was still a little and a half of the liquid in it, and checked the needle on the back of Ning Zhiyuan's hand, and when he saw that everything was normal, he said to Ning Zhiyuan and Chen Feng: "It is estimated that it will be finished in another forty minutes, you talk, I will go back to the office to clean up, and come back again." Ning Zhiyuan smiled and bowed, Chen Feng hurriedly stood up and sent Jing Jing to the door: "Doctor An, I'm really troublesome to you today." Quiet smiled: "It's okay. ”