Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 1013 This Moment (1)
"Maybe I miss Xu Yan too much, and I'm in a bad mood. It's not suitable for you to come and live now." Ji Feng said in a low voice.

"...Really?" Xu Nuo's voice was soft, suppressing his worry for him and the sadness of mentioning Xu Yan.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow. Let me be alone...alone, and accompany her." Ji Feng's voice was still very soft, but it seemed to be slowly regaining its calmness—it was just that the calmness seemed to be suppressed with all its strength. the result of.

"Okay, then you rest." Xu Nuo nodded, without further questioning.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Nuo thought about it, changed his clothes, took his bag and went out - of course he had something to do, and of course she couldn't just leave him alone and say nothing.

Ji Feng looked at his slightly trembling hands with bloodshot eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was full of frenzy - the despair when the scalpel fell from his hand made him almost forget how he got out of the operating room and how he got home.

The time went back to yesterday afternoon, when Ji Feng went to the hospital where he worked to arrange follow-up work and international medical assistance procedures, just in time for a heart surgery operation.

Because he was going to take students and make video recordings, after Ji Feng went to the hospital, the dean immediately decided to replace him with him—in the hospital, he was the first surgeon in cardiac surgery, and if he was second in technique, No one has dared to rank first.

"Dean, I haven't had a knife for more than a month, let's forget it, next time I'll come back early to prepare." Ji Feng subconsciously declined—it seemed that after Xu Yan's operation, he subconsciously began to reject taking a knife up.

"What jokes are you talking about? For a surgeon, isn't surgery with a knife the same as cutting vegetables, and you still need to practice every day?" The dean thought he was being modest, and wanted to give up the opportunity to record the teaching video to others, so he smiled He patted him on the shoulder and settled the matter.

Looking at the dean who turned and left, Ji Feng couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Monsoon, it's time to start preparing." Zhang Yiling patted him on the shoulder.

"Sister Zhang, you go in with me." Ji Feng turned his head to look at Zhang Yiling, and said with dark eyes.

"Ji Feng, are you okay?" As another famous surgeon, Zhang Yiling could easily see that something was wrong with Ji Feng - his hand was shaking slightly: For a surgeon, this is a big taboo.

"Sister Zhang, I think I might not be able to do it." Ji Feng had a faint fear in his heart—for a doctor who has been holding a knife for decades, he already knows too much about his own operation status.

"Maybe it's just a long time without surgery, the hand is born, it's fine." Zhang Yiling patted the shoulder, and walked quickly to the operating room with him.

After the two people skillfully disinfected, put on sterile gowns, sterile caps, and sterile slippers, they quickly walked to the prepared operating table.

After carefully looking at the patient's physical signs, Ji Feng quickly checked the condition of the machine, and said to Zhang Yiling in a deep voice, "Take off your coat."

"Put on the surgical gown."

"Start anesthesia."

Watching the anesthetist start to inject anesthetic, Ji Feng turned on the surgical endoscope equipment, carefully searched for the best opening, and then picked up the surgical pen to make thin marks on the patient's chest.

"Thank you, Doctor Ji. I'm relieved if you do it." The patient, who hadn't fully anesthetized, looked at the calm and neat Ji Feng with a look of relief on his face.

He had appointed Ji Feng as the chief surgeon, but the hospital said that Ji Feng hadn't returned to China, so he temporarily arranged for another doctor. Now it's doing well, it's really Director Ji who is doing it, so he is really relieved.

Ji Feng just smiled slightly, looking at his hand holding the surgical pen, still calm, he let go of his faint worries.

Looking up at Zhang Yiling, she nodded lightly towards her——Zhang Yiling, who had been tense all this time, slowly relaxed.

After the anesthesia effect was fully achieved, Ji Feng said in a deep voice.

"Prepare."

"disinfect."

"No. [-] knife."

When he took the scalpel from his assistant, he skillfully compared it to the mark, and the action of receiving the knife was so handsome that even the film crew praised it, and Zhang Yiling beside him also smiled approvingly.

only--

"Ji Feng?" Zhang Yiling saw large beads of sweat suddenly appearing on Ji Feng's forehead, her heart tightened, and she quickly walked to his side: "Is it okay?"

Ji Feng let out a heavy breath, and firmly held the hand holding the knife—but, when he cut the knife, Xu Yan's chest, which had been sliced ​​open twice, appeared bloody in front of his eyes.

Ji Feng's hand couldn't help shaking subconsciously, and with a 'dang' sound, the scalpel fell off his hand, echoing into a crisp sound of despair in the quiet operating room.

"Monsoon!" Zhang Yiling exclaimed.

"Doctor Ji!" The assistant stared wide-eyed at the scalpel that had fallen to the ground, and couldn't believe it was what he saw.

"Pick it up and quickly disinfect it."

"Sister Zhang, you continue to do it."

Ji Feng quickly retreated to the side, giving Zhang Yiling the position of the chief surgeon - the time for anesthesia is limited, and the operation must be completed within the scheduled time.

"Don't worry, it's fine, you can go over there to rest." Zhang Yiling quickly stood at the chief surgeon's position, took the re-sterilized No. [-] knife from the assistant, and cut open the patient's chest neatly—everything, Skilled and neat.

But Ji Feng, turned around, hid in a place where the lights couldn't shine, and retched...

"Don't say a single word about today's matter." After the operation, Zhang Yiling looked at several assistants and said sternly—everyone who is a doctor knows that if this matter gets out, Ji Feng's career as a doctor will be considered over.

"Doctor Zhang, that, that video." The assistant gave Ji Feng a sympathetic look, and asked remindingly.

"Is it ok? Said the equipment is broken, next time we make up the recording? Our doctor Ji's wife just passed away, and he shouldn't be on duty today." Seeing Ji Feng like this, thinking of the weak but intelligent bride at their wedding, Zhang Yiling's eye circles couldn't help turning red.

As doctors, they are used to life and death. They are also like ordinary people, and they cannot be indifferent to the departure of their loved ones; they are different from ordinary people. Hate myself as a doctor.

(End of this chapter)