Sleepless Doctor

"Mayuan!" Guo Ruming walked in and shouted at the door.

Matthew De was still immersed in shock, and it took a few seconds for him to wake up. In the huge Tianhe City, medical resources can be ranked in the top ten in the country, and there is no hospital bed... This is so extraordinary.

"Professor Zheng, you are busy first, I'll talk to Director Guo."

Saying hello, Matthew De left Zheng Kaixuan's side and walked over with a complicated expression.

"Ma Yuan, what's the matter with you?" Guo Ruming asked with a puzzled look on Matthew's expression.

"I just learned that there was a medical run on the Tianhe side, and I couldn't react to it for a while." Matthew said with a wry smile.

"The media has been maxed out in the past few days." Guo Ruming said, "patients can't live in the hospital, so many people go to Weibo to ask for help. I don't know what happened this year. You said it's the Chinese New Year, if it weren't for serious illness. To a certain extent, people don’t want to go to the hospital and be squeezed into the hospital. Yesterday Zhong was on TV, and I’m probably even more panicked today."

Matthew De sighed and nodded.

"Don't talk about it, this is Hu Daming, the music director of the Symphony Orchestra. You can call him Xiao Hu."

"Director Hu, hello." Matthew greeted politely.

"Dean Ma, lucky to meet." Hu Daming said, "Director Guo arranged for us to come and help. Years ago, we had to participate in the performance and we couldn't spare any time. We only have time today. I'm sorry. ."

"Well, you are polite." Matthew De said, "We are the activities organized by our own hospital. Everyone is happy and can't delay the serious business."

After a few words of politeness, people kept coming in with musical instruments outside.

Matthew was in a heavy heart. Based on his years of experience in the medical office, he subconsciously judged that the situation on the Tianhe side was not right.

Seeing everyone lively helping to carry the musical instruments, Matthew was extremely heavy.

But there is no reason to think about it, and an old medical worker is rarely confused.

Although a little rude, Matthew Dean walked out of the auditorium, called Dean Xue, and hurried to the dean's office.

"Xue Yuan." Matthew Dee walked into the office and saw Xue Chunhe with a solemn expression and looking at his mobile phone. He didn't think much about it, and said directly, "I just heard Professor Zheng talk about the situation in Tianhe City."

"I'm watching." Xue Chunhe said in a low voice without raising his head, "Jinyintan's critical illness was filled up in less than 12 hours after the simple reconstruction."

"..." Matthew De concluded.

"Mayuan, what kind of disease do you think this is? Why are you so anxious!" Xue Chunhe lowered his head and said in a dumb voice.

"I don't know." Matthew De said, "Xue Yuan, I think there is a shortage of supplies on that side. Do the masks and gloves we prepared a year ago support some of the past?"

"I'm thinking about it too." Xue Chunhe said, "First check it out, and just leave a part of it enough for us."

With that, both of them were startled, Xue Chunhe raised his head and looked at Matthew De's eyes.

Looking at each other's expressions, both of them knew that the other side remembered the two hundred thousand n95 masks and Boss Li who had come to Xuexiang and had a bad foot.

"Prepare first." Xue Chunhe said after a few seconds of silence.

"Then tomorrow's art performance...Look at..."

"Go on, everyone has been preparing for more than a month." Xue Chunhe said somewhat dull, "it happened in Tianhe City, it has nothing to do with our province, don't be too nervous."

This is also a judgment based on the experience of the s virus in 2003. At that time, there were no patients in Northeast China. Therefore, neither Xue Chunhe nor Matthew De believes that the matter will spread to the provincial capital, but it is estimated that supporting Tianhe is necessary.

"Yes."

"No news from Teacher Wu?"

"..."

"Ugh."

The two sighed in a low voice at the same time.

Although Wu Mian is not at home, life should be passed by.

It's just that none of them thought about it, even if they had already thought of the limit, they would refresh their knowledge every day in the future.

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Tianhe City.

"Dad, hold on for a while, and you will be fine when you get to the hospital," a man said while sitting in the driver's seat.

"Cough cough cough~~~" What answered him was a series of coughing sounds.

There are many cars on the road, especially in the hospital compound. He searched for a long time before he found a parking space and stopped the car.

Take out the wheelchair from the trunk, then opened the door, and helped the old man sit in the wheelchair slowly.

"At the hospital, Dad." The man said hurriedly.

He pushed his wheelchair straight to the emergency department, but the car forgot to lock.

It's just that today's emergency department looks normal...what is different, there is a long line at the door, like a long queue of supermarket discounts.

The man didn't take a closer look, and hurriedly pushed the wheelchair into the hospital gate with strange gaze.

The next second, he froze in place.

At the door of the emergency room, the double long lines were winding all the way out the door. The line I saw turned out to be... the patients and their families who really came to line up to see the doctor!

The queues were only a part of them. The waiting chairs on both sides of the corridor of the emergency department were full of patients.

Some are patients who come to see the doctor, but most of them are drip patients~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The green mobile drip rack has a film bag hanging on it, and the familiar coughing and coughing sounds are endless.

this……

The man stared at the crowd blankly, a desperate mood spreading.

What exactly happened here!

There was a crashing sound, and the man could vaguely see that a nurse hurriedly exchanged for drips.

She was wearing unfamiliar clothes, a disposable plastic raincoat, and a yellow medical waste bag on her feet. She looked ridiculous and not formal at all.

It's just that in this context, no one can laugh.

Dense crowds, coughing and coughing sounds, anxious low curses, nurses running back and forth on their feet, and the rustling of plastic bags on their bodies, all of this made the air almost solidified.

The mask strap made deep marks on her face, and she was bloated and awkward because she was wearing protective clothing. Coupled with the eye-catching yellow plastic bag, it always reminds the man that his current situation is different from before.

Desperate emotions flooded into my heart like a tide, and the man was confused and helpless, not knowing what to do.

If this long dragon is arranged in order, why can't it be arranged in four or five hours?

But if he jumped in line...he saw countless elderly people in the crowd, none of them were sicker than his father.

Even young people and middle-aged people are burnt in a daze, and you can see the dying energy at a glance.

This is how to do!

The man squatted weakly, hugged his hands on his head, sorrowing from his heart, and cried bitterly.

But no one looked at him, and no one came to comfort him.

People’s joys and sorrows are never connected, but what everyone is thinking at this moment is the same—

Hospitalized!

Hospitalized! !

Hospitalized! ! !