After one week of hospitalization, he was basically cured and discharged.

I was anxious to go back to clinical studies, and I was afraid that I would be dragged down by my classmates at the same time. Medical students are famous for their intra-study programs.

I received a call from my childhood friend on the way.

Wu Lixuan complained about her boyfriend on this matter: "He told me only after you were discharged from the hospital. I happened to be on a business trip and didn't go to your hospital for work, so I didn't know. What do you think about him? Shouldn't you tell me this kind of thing earlier? I can't tell my godmother not to worry the elders."

"Doctor Yin just doesn't want you to worry. Besides, I'm just a minor injury, so I didn't need to be hospitalized." Xie Wanying comforted her best friend's emotions.

Wu Lixuan continued to be angry. Since her childhood friend was going to go to the first child, she was going to visit the first child’s class.

It just so happened that this round of night shift had not ended. Xie Wanying came to the emergency room of the first child and left for a week, which was a bit missed.

Seeing her, Dr. Tian, ​​who had not gotten off work, rushed over and grabbed her hand and asked, "I heard that you were injured and wanted to go to the National Association to see you. It seems that your attending doctor will not let someone visit the patient. Director Cao said that your injury is not serious and asked you to recover from it. Don't bother you to wait for you to come back. What do you think now? Does the wound hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's almost healed." After pulling out the hematoma, it naturally healed quickly. Xie Wanying thanked Teacher Tian for her concern.

The emergency department was busy. Teacher Tian chatted with her for two or three words and was called away by the nurse. Her two classmates who worked with Teacher Tian, ​​Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhao were so busy that they didn't notice that she was back to work.

Because he came back early and it was still early, it was not suitable to go to the surgical clinic and wait for someone. Taking advantage of this gap, Xie Wanying walked to the PICU and wanted to see the situation of Zhu Xing's child.

As always, many parents are waiting here at the entrance of the PICU, looking forward to it day and night, hoping that their children will come out of this place that looks like a ghost gate as soon as possible. Among them, Zhu Xing’s mother sat on a long bench outside the door. Her face was not only haggard, and she had two dark circles around her eyes, as if she was worried that her son hadn’t slept well for many days.

For these parents of children, a little bit of movement at this moment may destroy that little bit of spiritual support.

"Are you still waiting here, Zhu Xing's mother?" A woman walked over and seemed to know Zhu Xing's mother, and said hello.

When Zhu Xing's mother saw who it was talking, she frowned, obviously not wanting to talk to the other party, and responded lightly: "Mom Xiaohui."

Xiaohui's mother sat beside Zhu Xing's mother and asked, "How is Zhu Xing doing today?"

"It's pretty good. I think he's getting better today." Zhu Xing's mother praised the child for getting better, but her breathing was not subsided. As long as the child cannot come out of here for a day, short-term good news may become worse at any time. This is the characteristic of children entering PICU.

"Is that so? But today I saw him looking quite pale. He was next to the bed where Xiaohui slept in our house, right, Zhu Xing's mother?"

Zhu Xing's mother's eyes sank, as if she was holding her breath, so she didn't like to talk to this person, and didn't know what the other party wanted to say these words. Most people should praise her son for being better than saying it is not bad.
Chapter completed!