Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 642, the real self
"It's hopeless, go and issue a death certificate." The fat doctor looked at the half-dead Feng Cui without any fluctuations in his face, and took off his blood-stained gloves. With his skills, he could do some simple treatments at most. It is too late to be sent to other hospitals now.

Life is a matter of life and death, and the fat doctor felt that this woman's life might have to be directly confessed here.

"Anyway, he's a criminal, so there's nothing to regret about it. I heard that he's doing those nasty things [three years of blood earning, the death penalty is worth it], so let's do that, and he deserves to die," said the anesthesiologist next to him.

At this time, a doctor next to him shook his head and said: "Procedural justice and result justice, even if she is sentenced to death, she will not run away, at most it will be a reprieve or something, but this process is not like this, even if it is a well-known university Before the wicked are judged, we must try our best to keep him alive, we are doctors, doctors."

The fat doctor shrugged. He understands the truth, but if people can’t be saved, there is nothing to do. If the technology is not good enough, it’s so willful. He also thinks there’s nothing wrong with it. How many, can you still blame him for not being good at learning?

"If Dr. Yang was here, this person would definitely be saved. Shi Yeming also looks like she is going to die here." The doctor on the side murmured.

"Dr. Yang? Now there is no Dr. Yang, only me as the chief surgeon," the fat doctor snorted, feeling that he was very uncomfortable being compared, and now that everyone is gone, he is using it to run on himself?
For Yang Yue, the fat doctor is not convinced. Why is the ability to graduate from the same school so much better than him? Anything other than money is stronger than yourself.

The fat doctor is very jealous, very jealous of such a person, jealous of Yang Yue who is admired by all the stars, jealous of Yang Yue who has talent.

"Anyway, he must be a sensationalist. Even if he is here, he probably won't use a knife. Anyway, he won't be blamed if he can't save him. If he misses his life, his fame will be ruined. He will definitely shirk it, right? Like me, they are all the same kind of people, haha! They are all people whose main purpose is self-interest, he and I have the same taste."

Thinking that Yang Yue would not move his knife in this position, the fat doctor felt much better. We are all the same kind of people, so we don't need to dislike each other.

Just as the fat doctor was about to blackmail Yang Yue again, the door of the emergency room was roughly opened, and a man in a sterile suit and a mask walked in.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but his flickering glasses already showed his identity. Everyone present recognized who this doctor was. It was the doctor Yang Yue who could no longer hold a knife in his hands.
"Anesthetize, prepare the blood bag, there may be heavy bleeding later, Xiao Wang, wait a moment."

Yang Yue looked calm, and assigned work in an orderly manner. Although he knew that Yang Yue was no longer the chief surgeon, everyone around him except the fat doctor subconsciously began to act according to his words.

It was only then that the fat doctor came to his senses. Just as he was about to speak to drive people away, the scalpel in Yang Yue's hand choked him back.

This scalpel has never been so stable——

That genius Yang Yue is back
"Save your life"

Yang Yue came outside the operating room, took off his headgear and mask, and tried his best to breathe every ray of air here. The oppressive atmosphere in the operating room can almost make people collapse, especially such a difficult operation.

"Congratulations, Dr. Yang, this operation was a complete success. I didn't expect our hospital to perform such a difficult operation. Now we can do Yang Ming!" The doctor next to him looked at Yang Yue with a look of admiration. There is no difference between ordinary little fanboys, this is Dr. Yang Yue's complete obedience.

The fat doctor next to him was drinking mineral water with a complicated expression. No matter whether Yang Yue followed the rules or not, the final result was that he rescued the person.

After doing such a thankless thing, if the operation fails, he will be in trouble.

"It's nothing. I just did what I wanted to do. It's not a big deal." Yang Yue said lightly, with no fluctuations on his face. In fact, his heart fluctuated a lot. He also knew that he was taking a risk. No matter how big the risk is, it is not directly proportional to the benefit at all, and there is no benefit at all.

But I still came, and followed my inner thoughts to the hospital and into the operating room.

"The king is back, we can ask Dr. Yang to buy a drink tonight, congratulations on the return of the king." The doctors next to him were all sincerely happy for Yang Yue, and this recovery means that the man is back again.

Just as Yang Yue was about to say something, he felt his hand gradually lose its strength. The steady and strong hand holding the scalpel just now disappeared, and the hand that had lost its strength and precision returned.

this is the true self
Looking at his hands that had lost strength, Yang Yue didn't worry about gains and losses, but laughed out loud in relief.

"These hands are my shackles."

Taking off his own white coat, Yang Yue raised his head high and prepared to leave.

Looking at the back of Yang Yue who turned and left resolutely, everyone around was stunned, including the fat doctor. After recovering his hands, he will definitely be able to resume his job, reach the pinnacle of life, and win the dean's granddaughter , so he took off his white coat, turned around and left?What does this mean.
"Doctor Yang Yue, this is you." The dean rushed over after hearing the news, and saw Yang Yue who was about to leave, with a smile on his face, he said, "Congratulations on being able to hold the scalpel again. It's yours."

The dean lightly vacated the position of the fat doctor
At this time, Yang Yue stopped, turned back with a calm face and said, "Dean, thank you for your help these years, but I won't stay in the hospital anymore, I'm sorry"

"Isn't your dream to become the best surgeon?" The dean said in amazement, remembering Yang Yue's declaration when he entered the hospital, and said aggressively that he wanted to be the best doctor.

At that time, the dean only thought it was a joke, but looking at it now, it is not impossible for him to become a top doctor in the world and bring his own hospital to fame.
"The best doctor?" Yang Yue smiled: "Yes, the best doctor can treat more people by becoming the best doctor. In fact, sometimes, there is more than one road to a dream."

Yang Yue left the hospital without looking back.
"All I want is to save lives."

(End of this chapter)