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Chapter 198 Memories 1
In the psychological consultation room, the scent of sandalwood slowly wafted.

The two men sat facing each other across the wooden table, and the atmosphere was somewhat delicate. Ji Xinghe's expression was not relaxed. He quietly stared at Jiang Xuan opposite him, waiting for him to speak.

More than ten minutes ago, when Ji Xinghe came in, Jiang Xuangang sent away a healer, and before he had time to rest, he led him into the room.At this time, he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and broke the deadlock with a smile: "I still have to talk about going around."

Ji Xinghe raised an eyebrow, but didn't answer immediately.

Jiang Xuan bent down slightly, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out two thick folders, which seemed to be full of various materials.He put the folder in front of him, patted the unnecessary dust on the cover, and continued: "This experience is a hurdle for her. If you don't meet again, she will not cross this hurdle, but..."

He didn't say what he said later, but they still met again.

Different labels were affixed on the covers of the two folders, one for medical records and the other for psychological counseling.

The dusty memory was reopened.

Back then, Jiang Xuan was still a graduate student, and he was the number one student in professional courses in the college for three consecutive years. He majored in psychology and supplemented in brain nerves.

Although he has not yet graduated, with his excellent talent, he has been intern in the most famous local hospital for a long time under the recommendation of his mentor. He even undertook large and small operations, cured many patients, and of course experienced a lot of life and death.

He still remembers that day, it was a cloudy and rainy day, there was a light rain in the morning, the clouds were thick and heavy, the road was wet and slippery, a car was speeding by, a stream of water splashed on the edge of his trouser legs, and it was immediately blurred Come.

The deadline for the final paper was approaching, so he asked for two weeks off in the hospital, tossing and tossing about the paper over and over again, and it was only yesterday that he and his tutor were satisfied with the revision.

As soon as he walked to the door of the office, before Jiang Xuan could clean it up, the head nurse called him, "Dr Jiang, Dr Mas asked you to go to the meeting room for a case analysis meeting!"

"Urgent?" Jiang Xuan asked without stopping, changed into a white coat, and pulled out the meeting minutes from the file folder.

"Yes, here is a patient who is a little younger than 17 years old, and it was found to be a skull base tumor." The head nurse responded.

Unable to stop for a moment, he hurried to the meeting room.

Skull base tumors are not uncommon, and there are many patients ranging from infants to the elderly. Their hospital's experience in this area can be regarded as the leader in the whole of France.

Fortunately for the patient this time, her tumor was not malignant and was located in a superficial area. Generally speaking, it is better to undergo surgery and the possibility of complete recovery is very high.But her problem is that the tumor is relatively large and is currently in danger of compressing the optic nerve.

The meeting ended two hours later, and they discussed two sets of detailed surgical plans.

Walking out of the conference room, Jiang Xuan rubbed his sore shoulders and returned to the office. He asked the head nurse for the room number of the skull base tumor patient, and planned to visit him in the afternoon. He was just assisting Mas this time, not the attending doctor, but he heard It is embarrassing to say that the patient is a 17-year-old girl.

At noon, the breeze blew away the dark clouds, revealing a crack, and the sun poured out.

Jiang Xuan was holding a bunch of sunflowers in his hand, which he bought from a flower vendor when he went out to eat. The sunflowers were delicate and bright, and instantly reminded him of that little patient who hadn't masked his face yet.

He bent his index finger and knocked on the door twice, his movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Please come in."

pat.

The light in the room fell on the door, and the disinfectant mixed with the quiet fragrance of flowers wafted out. Jiang Xuan met the eyes of the person on the hospital bed.

It was a pretty girl, better than any Jiang Xuan had ever seen.

This was Jiang Xuan's first impression of Lu Er.

It's just that the pupils that were supposed to be in high spirits lost their color, becoming dull and sad.

　Memories from Jiang Xuan's Perspective

　　
　
(End of this chapter)