Xu Tianpeng has not been having a good time recently, although he is in a famous tertiary hospital in the city, he seems to be restrained everywhere, and he wants to go out for a walk. But it seems that there is nowhere to go, I feel that I am mediocre, there are no highlights in medical and academic studies, and I am afraid that there will be no HR to look at the resume when it is sent.

Xu Tianpeng's name was given by his father, and the old farmer has a low level of education, and it is the limit to be able to think of "friends all over the world". When he went to college, this name made him encounter countless name collisions. His roommate gave him the nickname "Tianpeng", and then called him "Brother Pig", a nickname that tripped him five years as a bachelor's degree and three years as a master's degree. But his own image is far from the nickname, although his appearance is mediocre, his body is still thin.

After graduating, Xu Tianpeng was recommended by his mentor to work in the city's famous Jinling Hospital, and after experiencing a hard rotation, he became a respiratory doctor, and he was just promoted to chief care this year. His wife Su Li used to work in a private company, and after giving birth to their lovely daughter Xu Qiumu last year, she was at home full-time with a baby, and the financial situation of the young couple was stretched under the weight of the mortgage, which is why Xu Tianpeng wanted to go out and break through.

He worked his night shift tonight, his 398th night shift since joining the company.

The night shift has not been very peaceful lately, perhaps the god of the night shift has also slipped out to escape the heat, and there is no one to cover these poor late-night laborers. The flu pandemic, which began last winter and lasted throughout the spring, does not seem to have extinguished the flu even after the recent high heat, but seems to have become more intense.

The beds in the respiratory department have been full, and even large hospitals, which claim to have thousands of beds, cannot escape the fate of being forced to add extra beds, and a mobile bed in the corridor has squeezed half of the originally spacious corridor. One of the biggest headaches for night shift doctors is dealing with the conflict between patients with extra beds and their families going to the toilet in the ward, especially during the hot summer months. Eventually, the hospital removed the locks on all the room doors.

As soon as I entered the office, I ran into Big Bear, a doctor in the same group. The big bear patted him and said, "You kid is lucky, the 8th bed dragged on for so many days, and he left in the afternoon." At night you can sleep peacefully until dawn. Xu Tianpeng patted it back, which was counted as a response.

8 beds are also from the flu, or not sure if it's or not. He was middle-aged and strong, but he had a flu that didn't heal and even deteriorated. This condition is usually only seen in the elderly and frail patients, but he has left the head of the department at a loss. Advanced antibiotics, antiviral and even antifungal drugs have been used, but there is no sign of improvement. A week ago, he had persistent seizures and continued to twitch after being sedated. Every doctor was exhausted, and during the day today, he finally went.

I sat on the stool, felt in my pocket, and found that I had forgotten my phone in the car downstairs. Look at the clock, there is still half an hour left before the shift, you should go and get it in time, otherwise how to survive this long night.

He turned to the elevator and found that the operating ladder in the middle stopped on this floor, and this kind of opportunity to take the elevator directly was hard to come by. He stepped in, and the elevator worker glanced at him, and was about to speak, when the worker master outside pulled in a transfer flat car with a long black tin box on it. Xu Tianpeng's face darkened, and just as he wanted to go out, a few more people squeezed in outside, squeezing him into the innermost. It was several family members of the 8th bed, still wiping tears.

The elevator doors closed and began to descend slowly. The elevator people were silent, and the air was quiet and eerie. There was a "bang......", and it seemed that someone had hit the tin box. Xu Tianpeng looked up at the master who was pulling the car, and it happened that the master was also looking at him, the two glanced at each other, and turned their heads away.

The parking lot and the morgue are on the same floor, one to the left and one to the right. Xu Tianpeng took out his mobile phone from the battery car and glanced over there, the dim corridor had already engulfed the figures of several people, and only the sound of a "crunch" trailer came from the darkness. Despite the doctor's belief that he was an atheist, Xu Tianpeng shrunk his neck and went upstairs from the elevator on the other side of the parking lot. It's really bad luck today, and I hope the night shift will be more peaceful.

As we approach the end of work, the corridors of the ward are always chaotic, but full of light and pleasant atmosphere. "Dr. Xu, I'm on duty with you today." He was greeted by Wang Xiaoyuan, a nurse from the Department of Cardiology, who was not only beautiful, but more importantly, smart. A partner who works the night shift is closely related to the level of fatigue, and it is simply hellish difficulty to meet a stupid partner. It seems that today's night shift should be relatively relaxed, and Xu Tianpeng is in a better mood again.

"Tomorrow after work, I will buy some rice at the supermarket at the entrance of the community and come back, and the family is almost finished." Su Li called him before he went to work.

At 9 p.m., Xu Tianpeng began to inspect the ward. There was very little movement in the hallway. "Just 9 beds said he wasn't very comfortable, you go to see him first." When passing by the nurses' station, Wang Xiaoyuan made a special explanation.

"Maybe I was scared by the 8-bed rescue in the afternoon, so I'll go and comfort it." As he spoke, he paced into the nine-bed ward.

Bed 9 is an old man who also has the flu, but he is no longer in serious trouble and will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. "I feel like there's a fire in my chest, and I can't say it's uncomfortable." The old man stroked his chest.

Xu Tianpeng took out his stethoscope and listened, everything was fine. I didn't feel at ease and went out again and brought an ECG machine to pull an ECG for the old man, and everything was still normal. "No problem, rest early, don't think too much. I'll be able to go home tomorrow. ”

The family thanked Xu Tianpeng and sent him out. "If anything happens at night, call the nurse or me immediately, don't delay." Xu Tianpeng admonished again.

After a round of rounds, the ward was calm.

"The 22nd bed was a little irritable, so I prescribed him a piece of diazepam and turned around for him to eat. There is a situation to call me at night. Xu Tianpeng was going to go back to the duty room to lie down, passed by the nurse's station, and gave a word of advice. Nurse Wang was sorting out the medical records, and she didn't raise her head when she answered.

Xu Tianpeng pushed the door of the duty room, and suddenly there was a spirit-the lock seemed to be broken. Sure enough, if you push it, you can't open it. He immediately called the nurses' station and the second-line doctor, and the two of them tinkered outside for a long time, but they still couldn't open.

Today's second-line is Director Chen, an old director who is very friendly to others, and is about to retire. "Forget it, Xiao Xu, you can sleep, I'll keep an eye on this old bone for you. Find someone from the Agency tomorrow to rescue you. ”

The two of them laughed and left. Xu Tianpeng began to worry about what to do when he went to the toilet at night. To make matters worse, the door was closed, and there was no cell phone signal.