Fang Han stood by and watched quietly. At this time, he could only watch...

Sometimes human power is exhausted. Even though Fang Han has a system, he cannot prescribe a prescription to relieve the pain of losing his loved ones.

"Xiao Fang!"

Tan Guangping glanced at Fang Han and said softly: "Did you see it? This is a doctor. If you are a good doctor, you may not be a good father or a good husband."

"See it." Fang Han nodded.

Tan Guangping is right. If you are a good doctor, you may not be a good father or a good husband.

Not only doctors, but also soldiers who protect the frontier, police officers who maintain public order, and scientists who study scientific research for the sake of the strength of their motherland, are the same.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety are difficult to achieve. A good doctor must be less in the hospital when he goes home, and a good soldier must not have so much time to protect his family...

"Are you ready?" Tan Guangping suddenly asked.

Fang Han was stunned and nodded: "Some things are always something that people need to do, just as they are sung in opera. Everyone wants to sit on the official position, who is the one who leads a horse and falls on a stool?"

"Yes, some things are always something that people need to do." Tan Guangping sighed long.

Looking at Qiqi who was rushing into Qian Xiaolin's arms and crying loudly, Tan Guangping couldn't help but think of his children and his wife. Perhaps in the eyes of his children, Tan Guangping is not a qualified father, right?

“Neither death nor the sun can be seen directly.”

At this moment, Fang Han thought of François de La Rochefoco's famous quote again.

Although Fang Han prefers Sir William Osler's sentence: "Medical science is an uncertain science, and an art of possibility."

However, medicine is cruel after all. As the executor and pioneer of medicine, doctors are destined to bear more than ordinary people...

Qiqi cried in Qian Xiaolin's arms for a quarter of an hour before slowly raising her head and looking at Fang Han with her swollen eyes: "Little brother, thank you for saving my mother."

“Be strong.”

Fang Han also reached out and patted Qiqi on her shoulder twice.

"Well, I will."

Qiqi nodded: "I will be strong. I will also take the medical university and become a doctor in the future."

Fang Han was stunned. He didn't expect that the girl in front of him would actually be a doctor.

"I will be a doctor and experience the path my dad has walked for myself, so maybe one day I won't hate him anymore..."

Fang Han opened his mouth, and at this moment he didn't know what to say.

......

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when Fang Han returned to his residence.

I had a meal with Qian Xiaolin and a few others in the restaurant. The meal lasted a long time. At the dinner table, Qian Xiaolin and a few others briefly told Fang Han about Qi Xuemin's deeds.

Qi Xuemin is 47 years old this year and is the deputy director and chief physician of the Department of Brain Surgery at Yanjing Hospital.

As a 47-year-old deputy director, chief physician, and a top hospital like Yanjing Hospital, Qi Xuemin is definitely a genius in medicine.

Qi Xuemin's life trajectory can be used as the protagonist of medical novels.

He graduated from Yanjing Medical University at the age of 24, then took the postgraduate entrance examination. He was promoted to the main subject at the age of 28, and was promoted to deputy director at the age of 35, and obtained the title of chief physician at the age of 40.

If he hadn't been in Yanjing Hospital, Qi Xuemin would have definitely become the department director.

Qi Xuemin is a humble and studious person, with a high level of skills, and is very responsible to patients. He often works overtime until late and often undergoes continuous surgery, which lasts for more than 20 hours. He is not a rare thing for Qi Xuemin.

Before three o'clock last night, Qi Xuemin actually only slept for more than four hours.

There are not many experts in the field of extrabrain in Yanjing Hospital. The director of extrabrain and another deputy director are almost sixty years old. Qi Xuemin is young, and the director of extrabrain departments almost treats Qi Xuemin as his successor.

But who would have thought that Qi Xuemin fell on the operating table at the age of 47?

Back at his residence, Fang Han took a shower and lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. From time to time, the scene when Qi Xuemin's body was gradually pushed away was flashed.

"On the fourth day of coming to Yanjing Hospital, I witnessed the fall of a surgical master with my own eyes. Director Qi, have a good journey."

Fang Han took out his cell phone and posted his first Moments today, which is also the last one.

Not just Fang Han.

Today, the doctors in Yanjing Hospital have almost all the circles of friends: "Director Qi, go all the way."

......

Emergency Department of Jiang Intermediate People's Hospital.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, and Fang Haoyang's office was still on.

Kuang Mingzhuo passed by Fang Haoyang's office, stopped for a moment, then reached out to knock on the door, and pushed it in.

"Director Fang hasn't gotten off work yet?"

“Get off work now.”

Fang Haoyang was still busy in front of the computer. When he saw that it was Kuang Mingzhuo, he smiled and said, "Why haven't Director Kuang got off work yet?"

"I just got out of the operation and was about to get off work. I saw that Director Fang's office was still on."

"There's no way. Many things in our emergency department have just started. There are too many things and there are no professional talents. I'm all over the place." Fang Haoyang smiled bitterly.

The reform of the emergency department of Jiang Intermediate People's Hospital is not that simple, nor is it as simple as adding a few partitions, a few more doctors and a few more beds.

Especially in the early stages, Fang Haoyang has to sort out many things in the entire department's achievements, typical cases, patient prognosis, and many things.

The emergency department requires money and beds, but there must be something to show off, otherwise it will not be that easy.

"Okay, let's do it tomorrow."

As he said that, Fang Haoyang clicked on the save on the computer, then clicked on turning off the phone, stood up and said, "It just happened to get off work with Director Kuang."

Kuang Mingzhuo smiled and waited for Fang Haoyang to pack up. The two of them left the office together. When they went out, Kuang Mingzhuo suddenly said, "Have you seen the WeChat Moments of Fang Han posted?"

"What circle of friends?" Fang Haoyang was stunned. He really didn't pay much attention.

"Director Qi Xuemin, who is outside the heart of Yanjing Hospital, has left." Kuang Mingzhuo whispered.

"Qi Xuemin is gone?"

Fang Haoyang was stunned again, and then Kuang Mingzhuo's tone understood what this "left" meant.

"When did it happen?"

"This afternoon, I was said to have collapsed directly in the operating room, but was not rescued and died on the spot."

"Tsk!"

Fang Haoyang smashed his mouth with regret and said, "If I remember correctly, Qi Xuemin is less than fifty years old, right?"

"At forty-seven years old, very young." Kuang Mingzhuo said.

"Another surgical master." Fang Haoyang sighed.

"Yes, if Director Qi is a top expert in heart in China, in two years, the director of the Yanjing Hospital's heart in Yanjing Hospital will definitely be Director Qi."

“What’s the reason?”

"I'm not very clear. I should be overworked. I heard that Director Qi had thirteen hours of continuous surgery. He had only rested for about four hours before, and he had to endure the surgery and then fell down."

"Director Qi fell on his own battlefield."

"Yes, on my own battlefield."

......

It's 7:30 in the morning.

Zhang Qian was still swaying near the door of the department as time was being swayed back and forth twice.

"Nurse Zhang."

When Sun Yiyang saw Zhang Qian, he greeted him politely.

"Hello Dr. Sun."

Zhang Qian smiled and nodded to Sun Yiyang, then subconsciously glanced behind Sun Yiyang, but did not see the figure she wanted to see.

"Nurse Zhang is waiting for Dr. Fang, right?" Sun Yiyang said with a smile.

“Where is it.”

Zhang Qian gave Sun Yiyang a blank look: "I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to get off work."

"Dr. Fang has gone to the emergency department." Sun Yiyang said.

"Have you gone to the emergency department?" Zhang Qian stopped: "Why did you go to the emergency department?"

"I've been there yesterday."

"Nonsense, I met Dr. Fang yesterday." Zhang Qian didn't believe it.

"I met Director Tan after I went to work yesterday and went to the emergency department." Sun Yiyang explained.

"Why did I go to the emergency department?" Zhang Qian suddenly felt empty in her heart. Didn't she say that she was destined to be destined? This destiny is too short, right?

Fang Han almost pinched the spot, and when he walked into the emergency department it was also 7:30.
To be continued...