parentshiftbook Chapter 19 Neurology Department, Urgent Rescue!
Chapter 19 Neurology Department, Urgent Rescue!
Su Ye fell into a deep sleep with some worries.
I slept without any dreams.
……
The next morning.
The golden sunlight tore through the mist, illuminating the world.
Su Ye opened his eyes and looked out the window. The air was still a bit damp, but the fog had mostly dissipated. The sunlight looked exceptionally golden, and the whole city seemed to have been cleaned up after a heavy rain. The sky was an unbelievable blue, and even the usually gray buildings in the distance had been washed clean to their original color.
Su Ye opened the window and took a deep breath.
The concentration of spiritual energy in the air has decreased significantly compared to yesterday's white fog, but it is still higher than before the white fog appeared. This indicates that yesterday's white fog was not a one-time release, but a permanent boost, raising the basic concentration of spiritual energy to a new level. However, ordinary people cannot perceive any difference.
For ordinary people, today is just an ordinary, sunny morning.
……
On the way to the hospital, everything returned to normal.
Breakfast stalls remained open as usual, buses were as crowded as ever, and commuters rushed about as usual, as if the white fog of yesterday had never appeared.
This shocked Su Ye.
He took out his phone and scrolled through it. News and posts about the white fog on the internet had largely disappeared. The overwhelming short videos, discussion posts, and help requests from yesterday had either been deleted or had their reach restricted. Searching for keywords yielded almost nothing, leaving only the meteorological bureau's official statement about "radiation fog and advection fog overlapping" hanging there all alone.
It was so clean it looked like someone had erased yesterday from the internet with an eraser.
Su Ye put away his phone, feeling a great sense of rupture. Yesterday, the screen was full of panic and questions, but today there was nothing left, as if everyone had collectively lost their memory.
That makes sense, though.
Watching the pedestrians hurrying along the road, each with their own troubles and their own livelihoods, I realized that they were all busy with their own lives.
Life must go on.
……
At 8:00 AM sharp, in the urology clinic.
It was still a normal consultation process.
Su Ye spent the morning seeing patients with Zhang Yuanping, and his condition was better than before. The improvement brought about by yesterday's breathing exercise was all-round, not only in physical fitness, but also in the agility and depth of his thinking.
In several cases, while Zhang Yuanping was still reviewing the test reports, Su Ye had already formed a preliminary judgment in his mind. Moreover, he had not only made a judgment, but also arranged the subsequent test plans and treatment ideas in his mind. He was ready to answer Zhang Yuanping's questions fluently.
Zhang Yuanping was growing to appreciate the young man more and more. Several times when he looked at Su Ye, his eyes held a sense of "How come this kid is improving so fast?" But he didn't say much, only nodding a few more times when Su Ye answered correctly.
During his lunch break, Su Ye leaned back in his chair and looked at his phone, a slight smile unconsciously playing on his lips.
The four-person group chat for the marathon has been quite lively lately.
Every day, Wang Dandan posts all sorts of random things in the group chat: the braised pork in the cafeteria was good today, I'll be sleepy tomorrow because I'm on night shift, and a weird patient came to the department the day after tomorrow. She has to report every little detail. Wang Luo is her loyal straight man, replying to every message and often sending some inexplicable emojis, which makes Wang Dandan type a string of "hahahahaha" in the group chat.
Will these two start having an affair?
Su Bei would occasionally chime in with a gentle and soft voice, which was just her personality.
Su Ye rarely speaks; he's a cold and aloof person. Occasionally, he'll reply with an "um" or an emoji, which fits his strong persona. But that doesn't stop the other three from mentioning him frequently. "What do you think, Su-ge?" "Su Ye, have you eaten today?" "Su-ge, are you working overtime again?" This results in Su Ye having a bunch of @ messages every time he opens the group chat.
Life is quite interesting now; it's simple, down-to-earth, and full of hope.
It's just unknown when this peace will be broken.
……
At 2 p.m., Su Ye was entering medical records when his phone suddenly rang.
It wasn't a group message, it was a phone call.
Caller ID: Jiang Xiaoyue.
Su Ye answered the phone, and immediately heard an angry voice in his ear.
"Su Ye! Did you block me?!"
"No."
"Then why aren't you replying to my messages! I sent you seven WeChat messages and you didn't reply to a single one! I called you three times and you didn't answer! Is something wrong with you?!"
Su Ye scrolled through WeChat and found that Jiang Xiaoyue's chat box did indeed contain seven unread messages, spanning from three days ago to this morning. The messages ranged from "Are you nervous about the upcoming exam results?" to "Are you still alive?", with the emotions gradually escalating.
He felt a little guilty.
"I'm sorry, I've been too busy lately and didn't notice."
"Busy? What are you busy with? How can a resident trainee be this busy?" Jiang Xiaoyue's tone was annoyed, but even more so worried. "What's wrong with you lately? First you forgot about the exam, and then you just vanished like you disappeared from the face of the earth. I almost went to your department to look for you!"
Jiang Xiaoyue was recently transferred to another branch and hasn't seen Su Ye, so she's really worried.
Su Ye was both amused and exasperated.
Jiang Xiaoyue did care about him, and he could feel it. They had been classmates for nearly ten years, from university to master's degree, and she had always watched over him like a worried little sister, afraid that something might happen to him.
However, he has been too busy with many things lately, each one of which is of paramount importance. He has devoted all his energy to these things and has completely neglected Jiang Xiaoyue, whom he has known for nearly ten years.
"I'm really sorry, it's my fault. I've been quite busy lately, but nothing bad has happened, so don't worry."
"real?"
"real."
"Have you been eating well lately? Have you been sleeping on time?"
Yes, yes, yes, we have them all.
"Hmph." Jiang Xiaoyue's tone finally softened. "Then remember to reply to my messages from now on, or I'll really come to your hospital to wait for you."
"Received, Dr. Jiang."
"Don't be poor!"
After hanging up the phone, Su Ye looked at Jiang Xiaoyue's profile picture on the screen, shook his head, and smiled helplessly.
He became increasingly familiar with his new identity after transmigrating.
These people and these relationships are gradually becoming his own.
Su Ye put down his phone and continued entering medical records.
The afternoon was peaceful and serene. Sunlight streamed through the clinic windows, casting warm yellow patches on the floor. The occasional footsteps of nurses and the whispers of patients echoed down the corridor—everything was typical of a hospital setting.
Then his phone vibrated.
Su Ye glanced at the screen.
Group chat message.
Posted by Wang Dandan.
He casually clicked on it, and suddenly his expression changed slightly.
[Wang Dandan: Neurology Department, Emergency, Quick Help!]
He sat bolt upright in his chair, his fingers frantically pressing on the screen. What was going on?