Paper Plane - Chapter 81

In the early morning of the next day, the nurse’s station exploded. I don’t know who started it first, saying that a handsome guy came to the emergency department last night, the one who was said to be brave in the news. A group of girls in their twenties all came together to gossip.

The one who was secretly eating breakfast with his back on his back puffed his cheeks and said vaguely, “How handsome? Can he be as good-looking as Dr. Tang?”

Another said: “I just went to the ICU this morning. Don’t tell me, I really look like Dr. Tang.”

The man who had breakfast swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, raised his head and drank his saliva, and then sighed clearly: “Oh, good-looking skins are all the same, but ugly skins are ugly in their own way…”

In the morning, Xue Yuanshan led his doctors to round the wards. They checked several wards one by one. Almost all Tang Junhe stepped forward to check the patient’s postoperative recovery status. Xue Yuanshan stood straight at the side, occasionally pointing out a word or two. He used Tang Junhe very well, so he naturally wanted to promote him.

When he was about to enter the ICU ward, Tang Junhe stopped suddenly, walked up to Xue Yuanshan and told Xue Yuanshan that he had forgotten a doctor’s order in the front ward, and he had to go back and explain.

“What doctor’s order?” Xue Yuanshan asked.

“It’s a 12-bed patient, Dr. Zhao told me.”

Zhao Linfeng outside his chest is always very happy, but his medical records are always written in a mess. Xue Yuanshan has always looked down on him, so he snorted coldly: “He is very leisurely.” He didn’t say anything else.

Seeing that he acquiesced, Tang Junhe turned and went to the front ward. In fact, Zhao Linfeng did tell him this morning that a patient was going to be discharged from the hospital today and asked him to help him take care of it, but the matter was far from being so urgent. He was just afraid of seeing Yang Xuan, or in other words, afraid that Yang Xuan would see him.

After giving the doctor’s order to the 12-bed patient, Tang Junhe returned to the office. Several doctors who made the ward rounds had already returned. At this time, they were lowering their heads to write the medical history and prescribe the laboratory test sheet. Tang Junhe walked around to a small doctor and looked at the medical record he was writing with his head slightly turned.

The little doctor raised his head in trepidation: “Teacher Tang…” He was about to stand up.

“You write yours,” Tang Junhe reached out and pressed his shoulder, motioning him not to get up, “I’ll just take a look.”

Because Tang Junhe was watching behind him, the little doctor was a little nervous, and he had to go through a sentence several times in his head before he dared to write, and he wrote it more solemnly than an application for joining the party. Tang Junhe didn’t urge him, just tilted his head to watch him finish writing stroke by stroke, and then said: “It’s finished? Let me take a look.” After speaking, he picked up the medical record and read it.

“Oh, okay…” The little doctor stood up and handed him the pen, “Teacher Tang, can you make up your autograph by the way?”

“En.” Tang Junhe took the pen, glanced at the few lines of doctor’s orders that Xue Yuanshan had just written, read them word by word, and asked while holding the pen, “How is the patient’s condition?”

“Director Xue said that he is recovering well, and he will be monitored in the ICU tonight. If everything is fine, he can be transferred to the general ward tomorrow morning.”

Tang Junhe nodded, then took a rough look at the medical history written below, signed it and handed it to the little doctor. On the way to the operating room, he had to pass the ICU. There were no windows in the ICU ward, and he couldn’t see the situation inside the ward from the corridor. He walked quickly past with his head down, and went straight to the operating room.

Because of the huge mental shock last night and the sleepless night, Tang Junhe’s mental state is a bit poor. In the morning, he worked hard to perform two elective surgeries. After getting off the operating table, he was obviously mentally weak. He changed his clothes, took off his mask, and went to the oncology department on the seventh floor to visit Tang Xiaonian.

Tang Xiaonian was eating the lunch sent by the nurse, but she seemed in good spirits. Seeing Tang Junhe coming over, she felt much better: “You just had the operation? Have you eaten yet?”

“Let’s eat later,” Tang Junhe approached to look at the rice in her lunch box, “If the hospital has enough food, ask Aunt Zhou to buy it at the restaurant downstairs at night.”

“This meal is pretty good, I’m not as expensive as you.” Tang Xiaonian looked up at him, “You look so bad, and you didn’t sleep well?”

“Well,” Tang Junhe raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and said after a while, “Mom, I want to take an annual leave in the afternoon.”

“Are you tired during this time?” Tang Xiaonian knew that his illness had exhausted Tang Junhe’s energy, and blamed himself: “It’s all because of my illness, which dragged you down.”

“It’s nothing to do with this,” Tang Junhe shook his head, “I want to rest for a few days.” In fact, he was afraid of seeing Yang Xuan, and he couldn’t escape the rounds several times a day.

Tang Xiaonian only thought that he was too tired from work, nodded and said, “It’s good to rest for a few more days.”

To apply for annual leave, you have to go through Xue Yuanshan first, and then submit the application to the department. Tang Junhe didn’t take annual leave last year. He thought he would apply for it this year, but he hit a wall at the first hurdle.

“No rest.” Xue Yuanshan dismissed his request without saying a word.

Normally, Tang Junhe never argued about the vacation, but this time he insisted a little: “Mr. Xue, I’m not in a good state of mind recently.”

Xue Yuanshan frowned and said, “Then do two less in these two days, postpone elective surgeries that don’t matter, and have to take annual leave?”

Tang Junhe didn’t let go.

“Cory is now changing from old to new, and there are many patients. It’s time to employ people. You are taking annual leave now. Isn’t that slapping me in the face?” Xue Yuanshan said with a grim expression, and after a moment of silence, he said, “You can do whatever you want.” I have no objection to taking your annual leave, but I will not take you to the operating table when I come back.”

Xue Yuanshan is Tang Junhe’s doctoral supervisor. Tang Junhe graduated with a doctor’s degree after eight years of clinical practice. He performed the first operation with him. If it weren’t for Xue Yuanshan’s intentional cultivation, Tang Junhe knew that he would not have so many opportunities to be independent surgeons, and Tang Xiaonian would not receive preferential treatment from the hospital’s resources. It is impossible for him to ignore this kindness.

That’s the end of the matter with annual leave. Although Xue Yuanshan said harsh words at the time, he didn’t mention it afterwards, and took Tang Junhe to a double lung transplant operation the next day.

It was evening after the operation. Tang Junhe changed his clothes, took off his mask to breathe, put his hands into the pockets of his white coat, and walked towards the office alone. Ever since the night he saw Yang Xuan on the operating table, he suffered from insomnia for three consecutive days, and his energy was almost exhausted.

Yang Xuan’s physical condition has recovered well, and he has been transferred to the general ward with extra chest. There were a few people standing outside the ward, with SLR cameras and video cameras on their shoulders, talking emotionally around a nurse.

The nurse saw Tang Junhe in a blink of an eye, turned her head, and asked him for help with a bitter face: “Doctor Tang, they insist on interviewing patients…”

Before Tang Junhe could speak, several reporters quickly shifted their targets and came over to surround him. One of the male reporters said first: “Doctor, we will only interview for a few minutes. Everyone is paying attention to this matter now…”

Another person answered: “That’s right, we just want to interview this brave hero.”

“Isn’t that too much to ask?”

Tang Junhe was given a headache by the voice rushing to his ears, and interrupted several people coldly: “The patient does not agree to the interview? The hospital can only respect the patient’s decision.”

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and one of them suddenly said: “Then doctor, since he is a patient in your hospital, shall we interview your head office?”

“I don’t accept interviews either.” After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he squeezed out sideways, turned to look at the little nurse standing stupidly aside, “Xiao Song, come with me.”

Tang Junhe walked a few steps towards the other end of the corridor, stopped and looked up at the reporters, then looked down at the nurse who was a head shorter than him and asked, “Patients don’t accept interviews?”

“Hmm… Ordinarily, there’s nothing wrong with being interviewed. In fact, I really want to read the interview…” the little nurse curled her lips.

“Don’t let them into the ward without an interview.”

“I know, he has friends watching inside.”

“Have friends?” Tang Junhe was a little surprised. Seeing the nurse nodding, he thought for a while and said, “If you change your mind to accept an interview later, you should pay attention to the length of the interview and don’t make the patient overtired.”

“Understood, Dr. Tang.” The nurse nodded in response.

After Tang Junhe gave his instructions, he turned and walked towards his office. When passing by Yang Xuan’s ward, the reporters were secretly taking pictures with their cameras at the window. He couldn’t help following the direction of the camera and glanced into the window. Sure enough, as the little nurse said just now, there were two people around Yang Xuan’s hospital bed, a man and a woman, who presumably came here specially to take care of him.

Tang Junhe’s eyes moved to the hospital bed, wanting to take a look at Yang Xuan, unexpectedly at this moment, Yang Xuan also turned his head and glanced over, the two eyes collided through the glass, Tang Junhe was startled for a moment, then moved away eyes, lowered his head and hurried away.

Did you recognize it? After walking a few steps, Tang Junhe took out the mask and put it on his face, and unconsciously clenched his hands in the pockets of his white coat. It was just a glance, so he probably couldn’t recognize it. After all, it has been more than ten years. His appearance will change, and his memory will also fade with time, not to mention those reporters standing in front of him, maybe blocking him, he is not sure, he thought deludedly.